Page 48 of Capuleto

I sat on the mattress, overwhelmed. I set the phone back in its place and mulled over what my sister had told me.

My lover's hand caressed my tense back and started depositing wet kisses on it.

"What's wrong?"

"Someone is messing with my product, behind my back."

"Your product?"

"The Mentium! They're using it for some nonsense with teenagers. The first one has already died." The kisses stopped.

"Who?"

"I don't know!" I hit the headboard of the bed in frustration.

"Hey, come on, calm down..." Their hands wrapped around mine and kissed my knuckles patiently. I looked at their sharp-featured face and pulled their hair to see the expression clearly as I delivered the next piece of news. "Dante is in the ICU, and R is in the hospital." Their eyes widened just as I expected, and rage flooded through me.

"How?"

"Does it bother you?" The somewhat nervous blinking gave me the answer I needed.

I threw her body against the bed, raised her legs to my shoulders, and with my half-rigid cock, I re-entered her.

"Aaah!"

It had hurt her. Her shuddering grimace showed it, which filled me with desire. I pushed and pushed, reveling in her screams.

"Yuri, Yuri, please..."

Taking her against her wishes, in a rough and violent way, pleased me greatly.

Her pleading only made the act more attractive. I thought about the times Romeo might have been in that same place. I trembled. The image of her being taken by him made me lick my lips and thrust harder. Irene bucked, receiving my unrestrained assaults.

She was mine, no matter how much she enjoyed being with him, she was mine.

"Say it, suka[3], say it," I growled. She knew what I was referring to. Her lips contracted.

"It hurts," she whimpered.

"Your pain is mine. Say it, and maybe I'll ease up and be more benevolent." The tears pooled, making her eyes shine.

Her full lips formed the magic words.

"I'm your whore."

"Harder," I growled, thrusting into her.

"I'm your whore," she shouted a little louder, as the pace increased.

"Louder!"

"I'm your whore!" she screamed, tears streaming down her cheeks.

I gently lowered her legs and reached her cheeks to lick them.

"That's right, little one. My whore, just my whore, that's why you were with R, because you're my whore and that was my wish. I wanted you close to him so you could tell me everything, nothing more." My thrusting slowed. I slid my hands between our bodies and began to masturbate her. "Acknowledge what you are, suka."

"I'm your whore, Yuri, it is what it is."

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