Chapter 29
Harlow
I was not expecting this, but I’d been horny since we left the hotel.
And then watching Caterina pull a gun on that asshole?
It destroyed my panties even more. Caterina pushed me into Roman’s office, slamming my body against his door as I wrapped my legs around her waist. I didn’t care how it was, but I wanted her, needed her.
My hands slid between us, unbuttoning her slacks as I slipped my hand between her legs and cupped her pussy.
I loved seeing how wet I made her. Actually, I just loved my wife in general, this was a bonus.
I teased her clit with small circles before her lithe fingers tangled in my hair and jerked my head back.
“Use your fingers and make me come so I can give you a reward, brava ragazza.”
I was going to meet my demise, but at least I would go out doing something I loved.
I plunged two fingers inside her as she grasped my throat. This was something new I hadn’t tried, so I hoped it was enough to get her off. And if it wasn’t, I would fall to my knees and use my mouth.
“Quella è la mia brava ragazza.” That’s my good girl. “Fucking hell, Harlow.”
Caterina fucked my hand with a rhythmic pace until I felt her pussy walls clamp down on my fingers. Her body shook, and the moan that fell from her lips sounded like heaven on Earth. I loved the sound of her when I made her body react like this. It boosted my ego even more.
“If I remember correctly, I was supposed to fuck you, not the other way.”
“I was zealously eager to hear you.”
She fell to her knees in front of me, pulling my panties down my legs and tucking them in her pocket. “Now it’s my turn.”
Caterina lifted one leg over her shoulder, spreading me wide as her teeth grazed my inner thigh.
She sunk her teeth into the flesh, marking her territory.
Any other day, I wouldn’t mind the teasing, but right now, I wanted her mouth on my pussy, devouring me and making me come.
I didn’t want my sweet, caring wife but the hot, dominating woman I knew she was.
There was something primal about wearing her marks where everyone could see it.
It was ownership, but in a way that made me feel empowered and loved.
Her mouth was sinister, building my orgasm with every flick and lick of her greedy tongue.
Her tongue devoured me, licking, nipping, and sucking as she pulled my orgasm closer and closer.
She was teasing me. I tangled my fingers into her dark hair and pulled her hair back.
A hotter-than-sin moan escaped her lips.
“Caterina Moretti, stop teasing me and eat my pussy like you’ve been deprived, dammit.”
She didn’t say a word as she buried her face between my thighs once more, dragging her voracious tongue through my pussy lips before wrapping her lips around my clit.
She sucked hard, making my back arch. Caterina listened beautifully as she gave my deprived bud the love and attention it needed.
My fingers tangled into her hair as she pulled my orgasm from me.
Her name flew from my lips like a fervent prayer as my thighs clenched around her head.
She pulled away from me and stood tall, grabbing my throat and pulling my face towards her.
“You taste divine, bellissima. My favorite meal.” And then she kissed me until my taste was cleared from her lips. “You’re hot when you’re demanding.”
“I was needy and I wanted you. Now I can enjoy the rest of the night.”
She chuckled, wiping the corners of her mouth with a smug grin. “Glad I could be of service.” She pulled me to a door that revealed a gorgeous bathroom. “Now, let’s make it look like we didn’t just fuck in the bratva boss’s office. I need to make sure Vera doesn’t have a camera in here.”
Caterina stepped back into the main lounge area of the club while I fixed my dress and makeup.
She still had my panties which made this dress a little more awkward, but we would be going home in a few minutes, anyways.
Dancing and being at Roman’s club was a new experience that I loved a lot and would be something I wanted to do more, especially with the woman I loved.
My phone chimed, and I grabbed it, looking at the message.
Caterina said the car would be here in a few minutes if I wanted to say goodbye to Vera and Roman.
I liked them. I had a certain viewpoint of mafia men and their families because of Vincenzo, but not everyone fits into his stereotype.
I was learning a lot about life and not listening to the beliefs that were programmed into me because of Vincenzo.
I stepped out of Roman’s office and walked down the hallway to get back into the main room. We still had over two weeks left in New York, and I was ready to explore this gorgeous city more.
Suddenly, there were rough footsteps behind me before someone grabbed me and slammed me against the wall. A scream fell from my lips before someone covered their calloused hand over my face. For fuck’s sake. I was getting tired of being everyone’s goddamn target.