Chapter Twenty-Seven Callum
While I originally thought my business would only take me away from Caterina for a few minutes, it stretched on and on. Important people to greet. Crowd control issues from the bouncers. Just when I thought I was finished, something else would come up.
Of course, one matter remained chained up in the freezer. Although Quinn and Kellan had worked Blake over, it was up to me to finish him. A quick background check had revealed Blake had a history of sexual assault not only in Boston, but Farmington and Brookline. He’d done time for raping a coed.
Owen stood outside keeping watch. He nodded at me as I started inside the walk-in freezer. Blake’s bruised and battered body shivered in the far corner beside two stacks of frozen hors d”oeuvres. At the sight of me, he tried fighting against the chains.
I tsked at him. “You’ve been a very bad boy, Blake.”
His eyes peeled back in fear. “S-Sorry. Won’t do it again,” he mumbled through his split lip.
“You know, I’d love to say I believe you. That my wife was such a vision that it just made you so crazy you couldn’t help but touch her.” I shook my head. “But I’ve seen your record. You can’t keep your hands to yourself or your dick in your pants.”
Blake had the good sense to keep his mouth shut. There was nothing he could possibly say that would’ve saved him anyway. Reaching into my suit pocket, I pulled out my knife. “It would seem that by ending you, I’d be doing the female population of Massachusetts a solid.”
At the gleam of my blade in the light, an ear-piercing scream tore from Blake’s lips. When I took a step towards him, he began tugging frantically at the chains. Glancing over my shoulder, I nodded at Owen. Without a word, he closed the freezer door.
I didn’t have time to truly toy with him. I wanted to inflict agony for the suffering he had caused others. I knew despite what he had done to her and to other women, Caterina wouldn’t agree with what I was about to do. She would agree he deserved torture but not death. Even though she’d grown up in a mafia family, her heart remained pure. Her faith and her time in the order wouldn’t condone it.
As my shoes scraped over the metal grate in the floor, I gave thanks that it would allow the soldiers an easy clean up. I stepped behind Blake to where his back rested against my chest. It was the only way to ensure I didn’t end up with blood all over my suit.
After gripping Blake’s hair, I jerked his head, exposing his neck. Whispering into his ear, I said, “You won’t ever put your hands on a woman again.”
He screamed. But the moment my knife entered his throat, it began to warble and hiss. Once I’d sliced him from side to side, I tossed him away from me. His body lurched and trembled as the last bits of his essence flowed out onto the freezer floor.
At the squeaking of the door, I turned around to see two soldiers standing behind Owen. I nodded at them. “Make sure there’s not an ounce of blood to be found and ditch the chains. I don’t want to get fucked over down the road by the health inspector.”
“Yes, Mr. Kavanaugh,” they replied in unison.
After exiting the freezer, I went to the sink next to the backdoor to wash my hands. I handed off the knife to Owen. “Take care of that for me.”
“Yes, sir.”
Once my hands were clean, I examined my clothes to make sure I was spotless. Caterina would lose her shit if she saw blood on me. After our dance floor make-out, the last thing I needed was for her to shut me out.
Finally I made my way up the stairs to the VIP section. Surveying the area, I found Kellan talking to a few of his buddies. “Where’s my wife?” I demanded.
“She wanted to dance, so Dare took her downstairs.”
Although I didn’t like the idea of her dancing without me, I couldn’t fault her for growing bored sitting around. I once again made my way downstairs. Gazing around the dimly lit room, I searched for Caterina.
And when I found her, red rage blinded my vision as my wife’s voluptuous ass gyrated against my bastard of a brother’s crotch. Not only was the son of bitch not stopping her, but he was grinning at her antics like a fucking Cheshire Cat. I would enjoy knocking the fucking smile off his face later tonight. I might punch out a few teeth while I was at it. At the moment, I only had one focus, and that was getting to Caterina.
As I made my way across the dance floor, I started pushing and shoving people. When I stood only a few feet from them, Caterina’s gaze locked with mine. Instead of appearing guilty for her erotic dance with Dare, her eyes popped wide with excitement before she leapt into my arms. “I missed you!” she exclaimed, peppering both my cheeks with kisses. I fought my surprise at how affectionate she was being.
Burying her nose into my neck, she inhaled sharply. “Mm, you smell so good, baby,” she crooned.
“Baby?” I questioned. I couldn’t imagine what the hell had gotten into her using a term of endearment on me. Especially considering what had transpired earlier with me and Jocelyn.
With a giggle, she replied, “Yeah, you’re my baby–you big, bad mafia man.”
I eased her back in my arms to stare curiously into her flushed face. Fuck me. My beautiful, young wife was completely banjaxed. She had no clue what she was doing, least of all with who.
“You’re banjaxed,” I pronounced.
Her nose wrinkled. “What?”
“It means yer fecking wasted, Kitten.”
Wrapping her legs tighter around my waist, she bent her head to whisper in my ear. “I might’ve had just a little bit to drink.”
With a grunt, I countered, “How can you possibly be this inebriated? I was gone for barely an hour.”
“Dare dared me to do shots,” she replied. Then she giggled. “Dare dared sounds funny, doesn’t it?”
I glared at Dare over her shoulder. “You did shots with my wife?”
“I didn’t expect her to go toe to toe with me.” He then winked. “She’s a cute little drunk, isn’t she?”
As Caterina bounced and jiggled in my arms to the music, I rolled my eyes. “I was thinking more like an annoying gnat on a summer day.”
Caterina jumped down and staggered over to Dare. “More shots!”
“Oh hell no.” I shook my head. “No more shots for you. Ever.”
She pushed her bottom lip out. After smacking my chest, she pronounced, “You’re a mean party pooper, Callum.”
“That I am.” Grabbing her arm, I said, “Come on. It’s time to get you home.”
“No! I don’t want to go,” she shrieked, pulling against me.
I shot a look at Dare who had the nerve to grin at me. “I will pay you back for this, brother.”
“I look forward to it.”
When I grabbed Caterina around the waist, she tried twisting away from me. “Let me go. I want to dance.”
“We’re going home,” I countered before hoisting her up over my shoulder.
Another ear-piercing shriek ricocheted through my ear. “Put me down, Callum!” she commanded.
I smacked her ass. “Retract the claws, Kitten.”
“Don’t you dare manhandle me.” Her fists beat against my lower back. “Put me down, you bastard.”
With a chuckle, I mused, “Listen to that language. A month out of the order, and you sound like a sailor down at the Belfast docks.”
“I do not!”
“Aye, you do.”
With my free hand, I dug my phone out of my pocket and called for my driver. After alerting him, I carried Caterina down the employee hallway to the backdoor. I nodded to the bodyguard at the door and he opened it for me.
Caterina continued to thrash in my arms while wailing about wanting to stay. “If you don’t put a cork in it, Kitten, I’ll never let you back in my club.”
Her angry shouts cut off and were replaced by sniffling. As I slid her back onto her feet, tears welled in her dark eyes. “Why are you crying?”
Wrapping her arms around herself, she sobbed, “Because you’re so mean not letting me come to your club again.”
“That’s not what I said.”
“Yes, it is!” she shrieked.
Be it sober or drunk, this woman was going to be the death of me. I rolled my eyes and vowed once again to beat the hell out of Dare for getting her drunk. Thankfully, the SUV arrived, and after the driver opened the backdoor, I hoisted Caterina up into the backseat.
As her sobs turned into hiccupping cries, I turned my attention to my phone. I opened our group text to let Quinn and Kellan know I was leaving and to remind the three of them about their closing duties.
After shoving my phone back in my pocket, I cut my eyes over to Caterina. At her heated gaze, I shifted uncomfortably. While I was thankful she was no longer on a crying jag, I was wary of the sudden lust glittering in her eyes.
Before I could stop her, Caterina lunged across the seat to straddle me. Her dress had ridden so far up her thighs I could see the red scrap of lace covering her pussy. After sliding her arms around my neck, she slammed her lips against mine. Unlike my sober wife, my drunk wife took what she wanted. After thrusting her tongue in my mouth, her hips began to roll against my crotch. I could feel her white-hot heat through my slacks, which caused my neglected cock to harden.
Her nails scoured through my hair, causing me to hiss. “I want you, Callum,” she purred against my lips.
“Oh, fuck, Kitten,” I growled as my hands slipped up her neck. I thrust my erection against her core, causing us both to moan. But then I remembered the woman on my lap was my very drunk, virgin bride. I brought my hands to her waist and then pushed her off my cock.
“What are you doing?”
“We’re not doing this. Not here and not while you’re drunk.”
She pouted. “Don’t you want me?”
“Aye, Kitten.”
“Then why won’t you…”
I cupped her face in my hands. “Why won’t I fuck you if it’s so evident I want you?” She nodded. “Because when I finally fuck you, it won’t be some frenzied joining in the back of an SUV where I blow my load after two minutes because you’ve got me so strung out. I’ll have you laid out before me on a bed, so I can see and taste every glorious inch of your body. I’ll take my time with you, so you’ll know pleasure before you know pain. Because that first time is going to hurt no matter how gentle I am.”
Caterina reached for my hands. After taking them in hers, she brought them to her breasts. “If you won’t fuck me, at least touch me.” A pleading look flickered in her dark eyes. “Make me come, Callum.”
I shook my head as I pulled my hands away. “You’ll still hate me.”
“I won’t.”
“Trust me on this one.”
Shifting forward, she once again undulated her hips, rubbing her pussy against my dick. “Don’t you want to be the first man to ever make me come?”
I threw my head back as a guttural groan escaped my lips. Surely I was being punished. Apparently, I’d finally found an honorable bone in my body. Unfortunately, it had to be with my wife’s virtue.
“I can’t do this to you right now.”
“Fine. If you won’t get me off, I will.” After scrambling off my lap and then over the seat, she collapsed onto the third-row bench. With a defiant look in her eyes, she then hiked the hem of her dress up to her waist. After bracing her feet on the edge of the seat, she widened her legs giving me a perfect view of her thong clad pussy.
“Caterina, don’t,” I growled.
Without taking her eyes off of mine, she thrust her whole hand inside her underwear. At her sharp intake of breath, my cock throbbed against my zipper. “You’re really going to fuck yourself in front of me, little virgin?”
“I want to come, and you won’t help me.”
“You’re drunk, and I’ve never made it a practice to take advantage of drunk women.”
Caterina’s dark eyes blazed as she pulled her hand out of her panties, sending a shuddering breath from me. “I’m glad you decided to finally listen to reason.”
The words quickly died on my lips when her fingers came to the waistband of her thong. She ripped it down her thighs before throwing it in my face. The smell of her arousal sent a spasm through me. “Fucking hell, Kitten. Are you trying to kill me?”
This time when she widened her thighs I got an eyeful of her glistening need. “Christ,” I choked out. Her fingers teased her center. She was giving me a slow death. The way her eyes held mine, her smell, her needy pants.
When Caterina thrust two fingers inside herself, her long moan of pleasure sent me cupping my aching cock. Just as I was about to unzip my pants and start jerking off, I remembered we weren’t alone.
I tore my gaze from her pussy to the rear-view mirror where the driver stared wide-eyed into the back seat. “Pull over!” I shouted.
“Sir?”
“You fucking heard me. Pull. Over.”
The SUV jerked across two lanes to the honking of horns before whipping into the parking lot of a Taco Bell. Once the car came to a stop, I leaned forward in my seat. “Take a walk.”
“You want me to leave you, sir?”
“No one but me gets to hear or see my wife come. Is that clear?”
He bobbed his head furiously before he fumbled for the door. “Keep your weapon close, and your eyes open,” I instructed before he hurried out of the car. Once he was far enough away, I slid out of my seat and flopped down next to Caterina. Her hips were lifting in time to her plunging fingers.
“Oh, Kitten, you’re so wet.”
“Mm, hmm.”
“Give me a taste.”
With a glassy look, she argued, “You said you wouldn’t touch me.”
“Give me your fingers.”
After pulling her fingers out of her pussy, she held them out to me. As I leaned forward, her intoxicating aroma filled my nose. “You smell so fucking good, Kitten.” I sucked her fingers into my mouth. At the taste of her, I closed my eyes. I wanted nothing more in the world to replace her fingers in my mouth with her pussy.
When I opened my eyes, I stared into Caterina’s. “Fuck me, I want nothing more right now than to bury myself so very deep inside you.”
“Please, Callum.”
“Christ, Kitten, I can’t. You’ll hate me.”
“Just make me come. Please.”
“I can’t,” I heaved.
Without taking her eyes off mine, she slowly shook her head from side to side. “I won’t hate you. I promise.”
“Yeah, you say that now, but I know you. Once you sober up, it’ll be months before I ever get a chance to touch you again.” My hands went to my belt. After I undid it, I unzipped my pants. Once I took out my cock, I spit into my hand. Caterina’s eyes widened at my actions.
“We’ll come together, okay?” I questioned, as I jerked my fist up and down my shaft.
Although she appeared disappointed, Caterina began to finger herself once again. It must’ve been the alcohol because she was ridiculously good at giving herself pleasure. Or she’d had some practice before the order. Whatever the reason it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, and that was saying a fucking lot.
“Harder,” I growled. Ordinarily, she hated taking orders from me. But my command seemed to turn her on. Her two fingers plunged in and out of her, filling my ears with the squelching sound of her drenched pussy.
“Pinch your clit.” At her mewl of pleasure, I groaned and jerked my hand harder and faster on my cock. “Are you close, Kitten?”
“Yes, Callum,” she panted.
“Come for me,” I commanded.
While her fingers continued to furiously fuck her pussy, Caterina’s other hand slipped into the front of her dress. After pulling her breast halfway out of the bodice, she began to pinch her nipple. “Oh Christ,” I muttered, as I sped up my own hand.
As Caterina’s orgasm set off, her cry of pleasure echoed through the SUV. Watching her ride out the high sent me over the edge. Leaning forward, I shotmy release onto Caterina’s thighs. Although I might not have been able to touch her tonight, I couldn’t resist marking her with ropes of my white, hot cum.
When I finished, I tucked my cock back into my pants. Caterina remained slumped over. Pushing her hair back, I chuckled at the sight of her passed out. Gripping the hem of her dress, I pulled it down her thighs. Once she was covered, I texted the driver.
Within seconds, he was at the door. “You can take us home now,” I instructed.
“Yes, sir.”
As we started down the road, I rolled down the window to let fresh air into the car. If I continued smelling the remainder of our coupling, I was going to be hard as a rock. Glancing over, I watched my little hellcat sleep. If I didn’t break down her reserve soon, I was going to end up with a permanent case of blue balls.