Chapter 28
Caterina
I was going to murder someone tonight if they looked at my wife for too long. Harlow looked like sex in heels dressed in sequin red that hugged her like a glove. Fuck, I was one lucky woman because while people would see her beauty, I was the one who brought her home to my bed every night.
Harlow had a pair of strappy black heels on, but they weren’t fastened yet. I saw her bend forward to adjust the straps, but I stopped her. “Come here.” She stepped closer to me and I patted my thigh. “Give me your foot.”
She placed one foot on my thigh, and I ran my hands on her velvet-smooth legs.
Harlow chose not to wear tights under her dress today, and I knew it was a big step for her.
I fastened her straps before doing the same to the other one.
When her shoes were secured, I grabbed her ass, waiting a moment to make sure she was okay with this move.
When she nodded, I pulled her into my lap and slammed my lips to hers in a scorching kiss.
This wife of mine turned me ravenous. Harlow moved her hips against me, and I knew if we didn’t stop—even though I started it—we wouldn’t, and we had a place to be.
I didn’t know how she would react to public sex, but I wasn’t against eating her out in the club bathroom.
Roman kept his clubs pristine. I could fuck her on the dance floor if I wanted to, but then I would have to kill everyone in the club.
I pulled my mouth away from hers and groaned. “If you didn’t want to dance, I would ravish you all night long.”
“Save that thought for later.”
This woman would be the death of me.
Harlow held my hand as we walked into Mirage.
I was never a fan of nightclubs, but Roman knew how to keep his orderly instead of an unfunctional mess.
Harlow pulled me through the crowd until we found Vera and Roman.
Before I had the chance to breathe, Vera grabbed Harlow and pulled her to the dance floor.
I wanted to stop her, but if she was comfortable, I would let her enjoy herself.
Vera would tease both of us with how she danced with Harlow.
Roman handed me a glass of whiskey as he watched his wife.
He was a man who knew his wife could handle herself, but he was like me and wanted to kill everyone who looked at her.
Vera was a beautiful woman, and Roman was a possessive, jealous asshole.
From the stories Vera told me, the sex was incredible between them. To each their own.
“Vera likes your wife.” I arched my brow at that. “Not like that, but she likes having a friend that isn’t fucking her.”
“Does she sleep with all of her female friends?”
He sipped his whiskey. “No, but it’s hard to find genuine people who don’t want to use her to get to me, have sex with us, or ask her for money. Vera is lonely, but she is too damn stubborn to admit it.”
“Well the two of you, or even just her, are welcome to my home anytime. And if she wants to fly Harlow to New York, I am fine with it, but they have guards everywhere they go.”
“Of course. I like seeing my wife happy, and it seems Harlow will be the friend she needs.”
I glanced at Vera who had her hands on Harlow’s hips. Harlow was laughing, so I knew she was okay enough to dance like this, but the moment I saw a few men walk towards them, Roman and I both went to our wives. I was also a possessive asshole who would mark my territory.
My eyes met hers as the men swarmed around them.
Vera pushed Harlow behind her as she got ready to kick all of their asses, but she wouldn’t have to worry about that tonight.
Harlow didn’t look scared or intimidated by these men, but she didn’t want to start anything, either.
One day she would be able to enjoy herself without someone ruining it for her.
They better be lucky I didn’t kill them for taking that moment from my wife.
Roman cleared his throat. He was known as the boss, and people cowered at his name. When the men saw him all but one stopped swarming our women. “What are y—”
“Shut the fuck up, Ryan.”
“Is there a reason you are circling my wife and her friend?”
“N-no,” one stumbled over his words.
The bold one—Ryan—looked at Roman. “Yeah, well I don’t see a man for her friend. She’s free game.” I grabbed my gun out of my holster and cocked it, pointing it at his head.
“Touch my wife, and I will paint the floor with your brains.”
He looked at me and smirked. “Please, what are you doing to satisfy a woman like her?”
I narrowed my eyes, but Roman stepped between us. “Get out of my club before I let her shoot you.”
He scoffed, walking away, and Harlow looked at me with desire in her eyes. “That was hot. Maybe you should threaten people more. Dance with me?”
Her hands came to my chest, pulling me by my suspenders to whisper in my ear. “And then you can take me home and fuck me.” Her voice was low and husky. My girl was turned on, and it was hot as fuck.
She pressed her back against mine, and the world faded away.
Harlow wanted this moment to be about us, and I wasn’t going to deny her that.
My hands grasped her hips as she moved her hips against mine.
We moved like we shared this dance plenty of times instead of it being our first. This dancing was different from slow dancing in our kitchen.
The way she was moving painted an erotic picture dripping in lust.
Harlow turned in my arms, wrapping her arms around my neck as I pulled her in closer to me.
Our bodies were still in sync as we moved to the music.
From my peripheral, I could see people watching the way we moved, but they could watch all they wanted.
I had the hottest woman grinding her hot body against mine, and I would be taking her home and making her scream my name tonight.
Harlow kissed me with ferocity as I grabbed her leg and lifted it against my hip, dipping her.
She pulled away from me slightly to kiss my neck.
Fucking hell. I was putty in the palm of her hands.
My wife knew the exact things needed to turn me on.
I needed to get us out of here, before I really did find a place to devour her pussy.
God and everyone could watch at this point.
“Sei bisognosa della, mia ragazza malvagia?” Are you needy, my wicked girl?
“If you keep talking to me like that, I am going to make your face my seat.” That threw me for a loop. When I talked dirty to her in Italian, she became putty in my hands. “I want you to fuck me.”
Someone stepped up next to us, and I was about to stab them in the throat before Vera’s voice filtered in. “Go to Roman’s office before you give everyone a free show.”