Page 99 of Merciless Sinner

“Just kiss me.”

His lips come crashing down on mine, and I kiss him back, feeling his desperate need for me.

It’s the same as mine.

The kiss turns hungry, and he strips off my clothes.

He guides me to his desk, where he bends me over so I can see the hazy reflection of us in the window.

We look erotic and scandalous.

He spreads my legs, pushes his pants down, and takes out his cock.

I haven’t had him inside me for a little over a day, so my body is greedy for him.

When he enters me, filling me up, my body comes alive with the delicious sensation of him.

“Fuck, Olivia. How do you always feel so good. Jesus.” He starts moving inside me, and God, he’s right, but for me it’s him.

This position is always good.

He pounds into me, and my breasts bounce with every thrust.

My hair falls out of my bun and covers my face, obstructing my view of our reflection.

It’ doesn’t matter. I can see us in my mind, and I feel us.

Virgo pounds into me fearlessly, and I come.

He waits for me to calm before he pulls out and flips me around to face him. He picks me up, and I wrap my legs around him so we can finish this way.

“I always want to see your face.” He plants kisses over my lips.

“Yours too.” That’s the first time I’ve said anything like that. It’s another line crossed for me.

It brings a smile to his face, and he pounds into me, groaning out his release.

He holds me there for a few moments, where we share the rapid sound of our beating hearts.

“Ty menya utomish’,” he says.

I’m about to ask him what that means when his words rattle through my mind and a flash of memory comes to me.

I see us, and I know we’re in Florence, even though I haven’t been told. There’s a bed. On it is a birthday card that says ‘Happy twenty-second birthday to my girl.’

I see Virgo’s face, and he bows to kiss me and says, “Ty menya utomish'.”

The image of us fades, but I realize I know what those words mean.

“You’re going to wear me out,” I say.

Virgo inches away from me, his lips parted.

Carefully, he pulls out of me and sets me down, then he tucks himself back into his pants and takes hold of my shoulders.

“What did you just say, Olivia?”

“Ty menya utomish'. It means ‘you’re going to wear me out,’” I reply. “You told me that in Florence. I remember us in Florence for my birthday.”

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