Page 43 of Prideful Union
She opens her legs wider.
“You asked for it,” I say.
“Good. I just want it over with.”
I line my cock up to her pussy and enter her in one motion. She winces, crying out, clutching at my back. God, she’s the tightest woman I’ve ever been with.
I don’t show her body any mercy. I just thrust into her.
She wraps her legs around my waist, bringing me in deeper. Her cries turn to moans. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you,” she repeats as a mantra. I only fuck her harder.
“Your family lied to me,” I growl, grabbing her thighs and pulling her closer to me. “You lied to me.”
“I never did. You’re the liar. You’re the one with a problem.” She digs her nails into my back. Even through my shirt, I know it’ll draw blood.
“You’re so full of yourself.” I get on my knees and place her legs on my shoulders, fucking her with wild abandon.
“No,” she moans. “You’re the arrogant one. Oh.” Her eyes roll back in her head. Watching the mixture of anger and pleasure on her face turns me on more.
“You annoy me.” I grind my hips against hers, bringing my cock deeper into her.
“You annoy me.”
“You drive me fucking crazy.”
“Youdrive me fucking crazy.”
I thrust into her like a madman. I don’t even care about her pleasure. I just want to use her body to get off.
After a few more thrusts, I come, my seed filling her up. I pull out of her straightaway.
She huffs. “I didn’t come.”
“I didn’t think you deserved to.” I roll her onto her stomach and spank her ass.
“I hate you!” she screams.
I shove my cock back into my underwear and zip up my pants. “You were a decent fuck. For a virgin.” I swipe my hand between her legs. A little bit of blood comes back on my finger.
“You’re the worst husband, Santino. The worst!”
I leave her lying there as I walk away, bleeding.
I feel no remorse.
CHAPTER 13
Lucia
My body is sore and spent.
Santino was rough with me, but I was practically begging him to take me the way he did. I don’t regret it. I needed to see the real him. I need to stop believing there’s hope for us.
There was never hope to begin with.
What Santino told me about my true father has left me numb. I can’t fathom it. None of it makes sense.
When Franco died, my mom was the happiest I’d ever seen her.
