Page 46 of Prideful Union
Alexandria huffs, eyeing the knife in my hands. “I can talk about whoever I want to. And I said your mother is a slut. That’s not my fault.”
I lose it. With a scream, I run for Alexandria. All the women turn and run away, screaming as they go. At the noise, their husbands to come running out of Santino’s office.
I manage to grab Alexandria by the hair and cut off a piece of it. She screeches so loudly you’d think I was killing her.
“Lucia!” Santino shouts, grabbing me around the waist and yanking me away from Alexandria.
“Never bring this bitch over here again!” I scream. “If you do, I’ll fucking cut her tongue out!”
Alexandria gasps and runs out of the house. Her husband glares at me as he follows. Within minutes, everyone else is gone, and it’s just me and Santino.
He lets me go.
I turn to him with a snarl and raise my knife.
“What are you going to do with that?” he asks.
“I’m tired of everyone judging my mom. I don’t know why she slept with Franco, but it doesn’t make her a slut.”
“Maybe not, but she is a liar.”
“She did lie, but I know she has a good reason. I could hear it in her voice when we talked. She’s coming to visit, and she’ll explain to me in person.”
Santino snorts. “That’s rich. Is there any explanation why she lied to you all these years?”
“I said stop judging my mom!” I lunge at him with the knife, but he easily deflects it.
“If you really wanted to stab me, you wouldn’t miss.”
“Then hold still!” I try going for him again, but he grabs my wrist and forces me to drop the knife.
“You’re losing it, Lucia. You’re fucking losing it.”
“Well, maybe I wouldn’t be if I had a more supportive husband. But you’re as cold as ice, Santino. You have no heart.”
“And you have no impulse control,” he growls, gripping my arms.
“I just hate you.”
“I already know.” He kisses me suddenly. It’s just as passionate as before. At least there’s one thing Santino and I are good at.
Next thing I know, we’re on the ground in the foyer, and Santino is on top of me. I’m not pushing him away. I’m actively drawing him closer.
I bite Santino’s lip, making him growl. He rips the end of my dress up and pulls my panties down. I kick them off my legs. Mycore is throbbing again. Even though I’m sore, I’m desperate to feel Santino inside me.
It’s insane how I can have sex with a man who drives me crazy the way Santino does. He just pisses me off so much. He’s so judgmental and arrogant … and good with his hands.
Oh. I sigh as he begins rubbing my pussy with his fingers. When his thumb presses onto my clit, my hips arch up.
“You’re a needy girl,” he growls. “Maybe I should be calling you a slut.”
“And maybe I should be calling you a bastard.” I kiss him so he can’t talk anymore.
Santino pulls his pants down and presses his cock against my entrance. I open my legs wider.
Without warning, he thrusts into me.
My cry is one of both pleasure and pain. It’s so good yet so painful. I’m becoming addicted.
