Page 37 of Merciless Union
I press my hand onto her back, making her lift her hips even higher. I fuck her with wild abandon, rough and raw.
I don’t even care right now if she’s in pain. I just need her. All of her.
But by how she’s letting out little moans, I can tell she’s enjoying this.
But I need more.
An idea forms in my mind.
Just as I thrust into her, I bring my hand down and spank her hard across her ass cheek.
Arina cries out, whipping her head around to look at me.
I spank her again.
“Maxim, what are you doing?”
“Having my way with you,” I growl, thrusting roughly into her.
“But it hurts,” she whines.
I whisper into her ear, “Just trust me. I’ll make it feel good. A mixture of pleasure and pain never hurt anyone.”
Our skin claps together. Her inner walls clench down on my cock.
I grip her hips tighter as I continue to thrust into her, giving her the occasional spank. Arina cries out every time.
I reach around her to play with her pussy, pinching her clit. Arina gasps, clutching at the bed sheets.
“I knew you’d like it like this. Rough. Dangerous.” I groan as my cock enters her deeper.
“Maxim,” she cries as I pinch her clit between my fingers again. It’s enough to send her over the edge. Her pussy clenches down on my cock as she comes.
I continue to thrust into her and spank her ass until I finally groan, coming inside of her.
Our bodies tremble as we come down from our highs.
I pull out of her slowly, rightening my clothes and zipping my pants back up.
Arina lays down on her stomach, not looking at me.
“You are a treasure,” I say.
Arina’s shoulders start to shake. I look down at her with confusion before I hear the sound of crying pass her lips.
She’s crying. After we just fucked.
“Arina,” I snap. “Why are you fucking crying?”
She cries harder, still not looking at me.
I look over her body. “I wasn’t too rough with you, was I? I thought you enjoyed it.” Guilt starts to ease into my chest. I never wanted to make her cry after having sex. None of this sits right with me.
She sits up, looking over at me. “You scared me,” she manages to say.
I huff. “Iscaredyou? How?”
She pulls her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs, curling into a ball. “Why did you spank me? I told you it hurt.”
