Page 42 of Prideful Union
“I already know the answer. Your mother slept with another man, felt guilty about, got pregnant, and lied.”
Lucia slowly shakes her head. “Do you have no compassion, Santino? You’ve barely spent time with my mom. You don’t get to judge her. And even if what you said did happen, Riccardo was already dead. It’s not like she cheated.”
“In my eyes, it is. He was barely in the ground.”
“I hate you,” she says in a low voice.
“You hate me? I’m the bad guy? How? I’m the one who was duped.”
“You think everything is about you. Well, newsflash, Santino, it’s not.”
I growl, stepping closer to her. She doesn’t back down. “I rule over Rome. Everything is about me. My reputation. My business. My power. I can’t risk it with your stain.”
“I’m the stain? I didn’t know.”
“Doesn’t matter. That’s not how my men will see it. They’ll think you tricked me.”
“Well, I didn’t. And I’ll tell anyone else off if they say that.”
I grab her arms. “I don’t need my wife fighting my battles.”
“Maybe you should. You’re too stubborn to see what’s in front of you.”
“And what’s in front of me?”
“How much I want to slap you right now.”
“Then do it,” I challenge. “You’ve done it before.”
“I hate you so much,” she practically growls.
“Fine by me. But I don’t see you doing anything about it.”
“I’ll do something about it right now.”
This time, I’m expecting the slap, but what she does instead surprises me even more.
She kisses me.
The kiss is frenzied and wild and passionate. I kiss her back with everything inside me. My anger. My frustration. My desire for her.
We fall onto the bed, still kissing and clinging to each other.
“I hate you,” she says as I kiss down her neck.
“I hate you, too.” I push up the end of her dress and rip her panties down. When I slide my fingers along her pussy, I can feel her wetness.
She moans. “I really, really hate you.”
“Good. It just gets me off.” I begin playing with her pussy. Rubbing it. Teasing it. Lucia writhes on the bed, her hips arching up for more. “I could fuck you right now.”
“Then why don’t you?”
“Don’t tempt me, Lucia.”
“You seem to think I’m trash. That I’m not good enough for you. So, why not just take me right now.” She reaches between my legs and cups my hardening cock. “You told me to touch you last night. I was worried about what you think. I have no reason to be worried now because you’ll always think I’m not good enough for you. So, just fuck me, Santino.”
I growl and kiss her harder than ever before. She groans against my lips. I move her hand away from my cock and undo my pants, slipping my cock out.
