Chapter 94
Harlow
Caterina was insane. A million dollars when the bidding only started at thirty thousand.
The crowds were distracted by the beautiful women on stage who followed my bid, so Caterina pulled me away.
She peeked her head out on the balcony to make sure no one was there, and it was the furthest one away from the ballroom.
Desire twisted in my belly as she slipped her hand between the slit of the dress. “Come on, baby, be my dirty whore for the night. I paid a lot,” she cooed. “Make it worthwhile.”
Holy hell.
I knew this wasn’t our scene, but this was a way she was helping me.
Having sex in a public way after she paid an obscene amount of money for me was a start of gaining my control back.
The money wasn’t needed, but it added to the experience.
I trusted Caterina. My body reacted to her.
I wanted her, like this, right here and right now.
“How much did I pay?” she asked before her mouth attacked my neck. She tugged my straps down, freeing my breasts.
My brain scrambled for a moment, lost in the haze of lust. “One million.”
Her left hand slipped between my legs, sliding into my panties. “That’s right. One million for the hottest, sweetest, and most sinful woman on that stage.” Her fingers plunged inside me, and I gasped. “Do you want to know why?”
“To stop the other men?”
Her laugh sent chills up my spine. “Because you're mine.” She removed her fingers, using my arousal to circle my clit. “I’m addicted to you. You were made for me.” Her fingers speared back inside me, and she fucked me brutally.
Her hand grasped my throat. “You’re mine, Harlow. Do you understand me?”
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as pleasure flowed through me. I was trying to form words, but my mind felt like it was rewiring with this scene and pleasure. Those words should trigger something inside me, but they didn’t.
“Answer me,” Caterina hissed, her teeth scraping against my earlobe. “Say you’re mine.”
I groaned. “I-I’m yours. Oh fuck.” My body cried out in pleasure as I clenched around her fingers in a vise grip.
Caterina covered my mouth with her hand. “Look at me when you come, mia vita.” My orgasm tumbled out of me as I screamed against her hand, but I kept my eyes on her the whole time.
“That’s my good girl. Fuck, you look intoxicating when you fall apart.”
She removed her fingers from me and she went to suck them clean, but I grabbed her hand, bringing her fingers to my lips. I wrapped them around her, cleaning my taste from her while keeping my eyes on her. This was something I didn’t realize I needed.
“Are you okay?” she asked as she fixed the front of my dress and tucked my breasts back into place. “Was it too much?”
“No. I liked it. I think it helped. We should probably get back before someone misses us.”
Serenity was passed out when we stumbled back into the house after the gala.
Mallory raised three million dollars, and it didn’t even include Caterina’s donation.
The rest of the night was amazing, and I loved how Caterina’s heart of gold helped everyone.
She was the perfect wife, and an even better person.
When I put Serenity down, I met Caterina in the kitchen.
It seemed my wife enjoyed slow dancing in the kitchen as a hobby.
She pulled me into her arms as classical music played.
Her hands were subtle on my waist as I wrapped my arms around her neck.
She moved in gentle circles as we got lost in each other.
For a moment, it was just us.
I rested my head against her chest and listened to her heartbeat for a moment. We were soulmates because our hearts beat as one. She was my perfect ending and the best beginning, because without her, I never would have lived. My life started again the moment I met her.
“Harlow?” I lifted my head. Caterina grabbed me and dipped me. My hands tightly wrapped around her neck as she held me close. “Marry me again.” A flash of silver caught my eye, and I saw a wedding band to go with the ring she already gave me.
All the versions of us flashed through my mind.
The broken girl she stole from Vincenzo’s bed. The angry mafia leader. The survivor. The angry daughter. The lovers. We clawed our way through hell for this moment, and now we could have a real wedding, real vows, and our families could be by our side and see the love pouring from us.
“Caterina…”
“I’d choose you again,” she whispered, “in every lifetime. I would crawl through the pits of hell and fight the hardest battles if it meant I got to come home to you. Every lifetime. Every galaxy. Every soul.”
She was going to make me cry. “How could I say no to a declaration like that?” I laughed and sobbed at the same time. “I’d marry you a thousand times, in every life.”
And then she kissed me, slow at first and then deeper, drenched in the promise we made to each other.
We were choosing us once more, even after every battle and scar we obtained in this crazy life together.
She was my savage queen, and I wouldn’t hesitate to burn the world by her side for the rest of eternity.