12. Caterina
All I wanted was to get breakfast at a cute little café.
I didn’t know I was going to be robbed.
I woke up, saw Emilio was sleeping soundly, and felt my stomach rumbling. When I checked the fridge, there wasn’t any food in it. So, I grabbed the car keys, found a café, plugged the address into my phone, and took off.
I enjoyed a pastry and a cup of coffee, and when I got up to leave, I realized my purse was missing. And with it were my ID, my phone, my money, and the car keys.
I rushed outside and found the car missing.
Someone had stolen my bag, and I didn’t even know it.
Now, I’m walking back to the villa because I have no money or phone on me.
So much for going out for breakfast.
Thankfully, the café isn’t too far from the mansion, but it still takes me a solid forty minutes to walk back. I’m wearing a cute pair of sandals—not sturdy walking shoes. My feet are killing me as I near the villa.
And then, there it is—the vacation home in all its glory. Hopefully, Emilio is still asleep.
But the moment I step foot through the front door, my hopes are dashed.
Emilio is in the foyer, pacing back and forth, talking on the phone. He has his back to me. “She’s gone, Rocco. Just gone. She took the car. I don’t know where she could be. Any one of our enemies could have found her and hurt her and—” He turns around and sees me. “She’s back.” He hangs up the phone and storms over to me. “Where have you been?”
“I went out for breakfast.”
He looks like he might scream, then reins it in at the last second. “You … went out for breakfast. That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
“Well, then, why didn’t you tell me that?”
“Because you were asleep, and I didn’t want to wake up,” I say. “Besides, I don’t have to tell you everything about where I go. You’re not the boss of me.”
“I’m your husband. I have a right to know where you’ll be. It’s for your own safety, Caterina. My family has enemies. You could have been hurt.”
I frown. “Huh. I … didn’t even think about that. Sorry. I was just hungry and wanted some food, so I went to a café. That was it. It didn’t feel dangerous at all. But I understand I worried you, and for that, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. Truly.”
“So, you weren’t just doing it to mess with me?”
I sigh and brush past him as I kick off my shoes and toss them to the side. “Not everything is about you, Emilio.”
He opens his mouth, then closes it. “Why were you gone for so long?”
“Uh …” I flush.
He narrows his eyes. “What is it?” His tone says I shouldn’t even consider lying to him.
“Someone stole my purse. My ID, wallet, and phone were in there. And they … stole the car keys, too. So, the car is gone. I had to walk back.”
The look of fury on Emilio’s face would be funny if I wasn’t worried he would spank me again. “Caterina, seriously?”
“What? It’s not like I asked for my purse to get stolen.” I pause.
He drops his head into his hands. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Danger follows you everywhere.” He sighs, looking back up at me. “Ok, fine. I’ll concede. It wasn’t your fault your purse was stolen.”
I stand up straighter. “Thank you.”
“But you still shouldn’t have gone off on your own because if I were with you, you would never have had to walk back on your own, putting yourself in more danger!” he semi-shouts.
“Oh.” My shoulders deflate. “Well, I’m …”
“What? Sorry? You already said that. But, Caterina, I don’t think you’re sorry. I don’t think you realize how much trouble you get yourself into. I don’t want to clean up after your messes. Now, I have to make sure no one can use your ID against you, and I have to cancel all your credit cards.”
“I can do it. I’m not a child.”
“Really?” His eyes are wide. “Because you act like it.”
“Hey, no need to be an asshole. We’re making progress. We were going to go on a date today.”
“Well, cancel that. Because I have to clean up your mess. All because you couldn’t wait for me to wake up and go with you.”
“You wanted to go with me?” I ask in a softer voice.
He stares at me for a second before huffing. “You’re unbelievable. That’s what you take away from what I said?”
I shrug. “Yeah. Got a problem with that?”
“Yes, I have a problem with that. You can’t seem to understand when you’re in trouble. I’ll make sure you understand.” He advances on me, picks me up, and throws me over his shoulder before I can react.
“Excuse you,” I say, slapping his back.
He drops me onto the couch, then he bends me over it and begins to spank me.
I cry out, but honestly, it’s for show. Sure, it hurts when he does this, but I kind of like it. I feel wild, which is the opposite effect he’s hoping for, I’m sure.
Emilio takes his time spanking me. He ends up ripping my pants and underwear down and spanking me on my bare ass—which I like even more. I love when I can feel Emilio’s touch. It’s electric.
I arch my back and moan.
He pauses. “Are you … are you enjoying this?”
I look at him over my shoulder. “Yes.”
“You’re not supposed to be enjoying this, Caterina. This is a punishment.”
“So?”
He growls and grabs me around the waist, spinning me toward him. I moan when he slams his lips against mine and kisses the hell out of me. He pins my body to the couch. My hands clutch his shoulders, bringing our bodies closer together.
Emilio picks me up and sets me on the arm of the couch, where I immediately wrap my legs around his waist. He doesn’t have a shirt on, so I’m able to roam my hands up and down his chest.
I gasp when he kisses down my throat. His hands grip my shirt and lifts it over my head, then tosses it with the rest of my clothes. I’m not wearing a bra today, and I’m so happy I’m not. Emilio cups my breasts as he kisses along my neck.
“So, is this a punishment?” I ask him.
“Be quiet,” he growls.
“Never. And I think you sort of like that.”
I push his pants down and free his cock. He presses it between my legs.
“Are you ready?” he asks. My body is on fire and alive and turned on in ways it never has been before.
“As if you care,” I snap back. “So, just fuck me.”
“I do care. I want you to be turned on for this.”
“Then feel if I’m turned on.” I grab his hand and place it between my legs. When he cups my pussy, I moan and buck my hips up for more.
His fingers slide through my folds, feeling my wetness. “Jesus,” he mutters. “You really are turned on.”
“So, fuck me, Emilio.”
He looks down at me with lust-filled dark eyes that light my body even more on fire, if that’s even possible. His cock presses against my entrance, and with one thrust of his hips, he enters me.
I make a sound that’s a mix of a moan and a cry of pain. My body is still getting used to this sensation, but god, I love it.
My legs wrap tighter around his waist as Emilio places his hands on the couch on either side of me and begins to thrust into me with a roughness I’ve grown to love. He doesn’t hold back when it comes to my body, and I’m grateful for that. I’m not some China doll that needs protecting. I’m a grown woman. If I want to be fucked, I have the right to be fucked.
I moan loudly when his erection touches that perfect spot within me. The spot that just makes my toes curl.
“What did I say about being quiet?” he says gruffly.
“You know I never listen to you.”
He increases his pace and thrusts into me harder. With each thrust, I moan. I can’t help it. I’m experiencing sex for the first time, and I love it. I held myself back from this experience because I didn’t want to disappoint my dad, but now that I’m a married woman, my dad’s opinion doesn’t matter anymore. Honestly, Emilio’s opinion doesn’t really matter to me either.
“I need more,” I say.
Emilio growls and grips my hips as he fucks me. “Don’t be greedy.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.”
He reaches between our bodies and presses down onto my clit. I cry out as the pleasurable sensation shoots right through my body. He continues pressing down on it as we fuck until my body can’t take anymore.
I come.
I press my chest to his and kiss his neck as my body trembles. Emilio doesn’t show my body any mercy, though. He continues to thrust into me until he comes next with a groan.
He slips his cock out of me and stuffs it back into his pants. “Did you learn your lesson yet?”
“That sex with you is great? Yes.”
He smiles faintly before his usual stoic expression takes over. “No. You can’t go off on your own, Caterina. It isn’t just me trying to boss you around. You could have been hurt. You should be lucky that whoever stole your purse just wanted your money and nothing else. Remember, I have a dangerous job. Don’t be naive like that again.”
I feel properly chastised, and my gut reaction is to argue with him, but … he has a point. I have put myself into dangerous situations. If my husband wasn’t the Mafia, then it wouldn’t matter. But he is, and I know he has enemies.
If we’re going to make this marriage work, I have to bend a little.
“Ok,” I say. “No more sneaking out to cafés or clubs without you. I’ll be good. I promise.”
He stares at me before he nods. “Thank you.” Then he shakes his head. “Though, I wonder how long you being good will last. Something tells me it won’t be long.”
I stretch my arms over my head, giving Emilio a good look at my body—and he does look, I notice. “You’re probably right.”