The Tax Collector (GirlxIntersex) Book 1

Chapter 33

Chapter 33
Lucia POV

After a few friends had swept Lola and Garcia away, leaving me alone, I summoned the courage to march into the home in pursuit of Valentino. The house had just one storey, I realized this as I was searching everywhere. The living room was empty save for the deaf Uncle, who smiled to himself while staring at the television.

My feet took me along the corridor a second time. I tried the doors, but each was locked.

"Looking for something?" The voice groused. I turned to find that it was one of the aunts. I attempted to grin.

"Hi, I am searching for Valentino."

She grinned; I had instantly included her, along with many other individuals I did not trust.

"She is just down here." She replied as she passed by me, continuing down the corridor and unlocking a door. I advanced till I reached the door. I looked downward and saw a lengthy flight of steps with a solitary light bulb at the end.

"Is she down there?" I asked.

"She went down there with Deja."

I nodded as I took my first step up the stairs. She took my hand, and I swiftly wrenched away.

"You will not like what you see."

"What do you mean?"

"I think you should look for yourself." She indicated the end of the steps. I gave her one more glance before descending the steps cautiously.
As I got to the bottom, I saw that there were many more chambers. I believed these were bedrooms because it was a family home.

"Valentino!" I gently called.
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Valentino POV

I grasped the back of Deja's head and intensified our kiss; this felt terrible. Despite our shared desire, Deja and I had little chance of success. I'm not sure I could get past the fact that she cheated.

I momentarily snapped back to reality as she reached for my belt, tearing my lips from hers while grabbing her arms.

"I just..." My lips felt thick and swollen from her chewing on them. "I don't think this is right." I panted, peering into her stunning blue eyes.
They were gorgeous, but they no longer have meaning for me.

"We can...I really love you, Val." She smiled; her smile still has that heartwarming impact, but I believe it affects everyone. I assumed that's what the boy saw and fell in love with her.

"You do?"

"I do, and I am sure you do, too." She boldly stated. I'd like to think I'd moved on from her, but as her lips pushed against mine again, I realized it wouldn't be so horrible to have sex with her one final time.

I held onto the nape of her neck to intensify our kiss, and she miraculously caused my pants to fall to the ground.
Her body is positioned on top of the washing machine. This wouldn't be the first time we've fucked on this very machine.

I groaned as she stroked my cock and placed her legs around my waist to draw me closer. It was my turn to make her underwear disappear, but I didn't have time, so I pulled them to the side and brought her closer, where she touched the tip of my cock.

"Fuck, you are massive. I forgot." She groaned when I pressed harder. "I miss having you inside of me." She grabbed my face and kissed it hard.

I started banging on her, the washing machine, and pulling against the wall. What was I doing? I swear to myself that I would hate this woman when she cheated and left.
I know how it will end. Deja like good boys and girls. She only felt this way because another aspect of her personality was at play.

I grabbed her waist, lifted her up, and smashed her against the wall, driving my entire body into her.

"I miss it..." I admitted. I miss us, having dangerous sex; I pushed that part of her away. She enjoys it when she isn't being the stereotypical goody girl.

"Val..." She groaned, and her fingers gently tapped my shoulder.

"Mhmm..."

I pushed harder. "Do you—"

She shook her head, and I looked over my shoulder. "What?" My face plummeted as I turned behind me and saw Lucia.
I felt my arms letting off of Deja, but with her legs firmly wrapped around me, she remained on my waistline.

"Lucia," I whispered.