Page 74 of Merciless Queen
“Goodbye, Spencer.”
She grumbled, walking past Harlow, eyeing her chest too hard. “If you want to, you can watch Caterina fuck me,” Harlow offered.
“Okay, I'm done. Cat knows I’m a voyeur. Don’t tempt me with a party that will get me stabbed.”
She walked away and I stepped closer to my wife, pulling her into my arms. “I think I am canceling dinner and having an all I can eat buffet in my bed.”
“I want food, so no.” She kissed me. “But you could always have an appetizer in the back of the limo.”
My knees almost gave out as I grabbed Harlow's hand and dragged her out of the house. I pushed her into the back of the limo, telling Vito to keep the divider up and his music loud. It was not the first time I had someone in the back of my limo with one of my men in close proximity, but Harlow was the only one who mattered. Harlow was slipping out of her lace panties as I slid into the back of the limo.
She wiggled, but I stopped her, slowly undoing the zipper and pulling the fabric off of her body until she was naked. I knew I paid extra for a wider limo for a reason, and this was it. Harlow was exquisite, a work of art, and I was glad she was mine. I placed her dress on the side and admired the woman in front of me once more.
“Bellissima,”I whispered.
“Caterina,” she whimpered, her chest rising and falling. “Please.”
Forgetting all logical thought, I dove in, kissing the valley between her breasts before taking her left nipple into my mouth, leaving concentric circles before moving to the right one and doing the exact same. My mouth trailed down her stomach, running over her scars. She tensed slightly, but relaxed as I continued to paint her skin. I bit the junction between her thighs and hip, sinking my teeth into her hard enough to leave my mark. She moaned, and it was like music to my ears. Using my fingers, I spread her slick pussy lips, admiring how wet she was for me. I was a cocky sonofabitch and loved being the only one who made her like this. She was mine.
I licked her center and lapped at her wetness before blowing gently onto her clit. Her hips jerked and I smirked. “Delicious,bellissima.”And then I ate.
I was a master with my mouth, something Harlow enjoyed a lot as she squirmed in the seat and tangled her fingers into my hair. Alternating between quick flicks over her clit, lazy circles and thrusts of my tongue inside her, I brought her to the edge. Watching her wither and beg was intoxicating, but I was greedy. She was the best thing I had the pleasure of eating, and I would edge her until I was satisfied.
“Caterina,” she whimpered, jerking her hips forward. “Oh, God. Please.” I latched onto her clit once more, sucking hard until her back arched in the seat and she exploded. My name fell from her lips louder than expected.
I pulled back and she slumped into the seat, smiling at me and reaching out to me. She grabbed me, pulling me into her and capturing my lips in a greedy kiss, taking her taste from my lips. “Now I can get real food in you.”
I helped Harlow back into her gown, but I kept her panties tucked into my pocket. “Souvenir?”
“A reward.”
Primavera was a restaurant in downtown Chicago that I loved because it reminded me of Italy. Giovanni Gallo named this restaurant after his mother who taught him how to cook, and the moment I stepped foot in here, it felt like home. I took Harlow’s hand, helping her out of the car. It took everything in me not to lay her on the back seat and have another appetizer. I deserved a reward for my self-control.
“Ciao! Giavanni informed me you would be dining with us tonight, Mrs. Moretti. You and your beautiful wife,” the host greeted us. “Follow me. We have bread and wine already waiting for you. Would you like your regular, or would you like menus?”
“Menus, please. My wife has never been blessed with Gio’s food. She’s in for a treat.”
“Of course.”
After two glasses of wine, our food finally arrived. The thing I loved about Gio’s food was he took classics and mixed them together. Harlow ordered chicken parm pasta, which was by far one of his best dishes. I settled with my favorite roasted red pepper shrimp linguine. I was personally ready to see Harlow’s face once she tasted how great his cooking was.
CHAPTER 59
Harlow
I was stilla little hazy from my orgasm, but I swore this food was on the brink of bringing me pleasure. Antonio could cook, but this was one of the best things I’d tasted. A small moan escaped my lips once the tastes danced across my tongue. Caterina raised a perfectly arched brow with a sexy smirk on her lips. I slowly licked my lips, holding an intense gaze with her eyes until she folded.
“You keep that up, I will bend you over this table and I’ll go for round two and eat your pussy in front of God and everybody.”
I gasped. “You want everyone to see me?”
She smirked. “Oh baby, they won’t seemypussy, but they will hear how pretty you scream when I make you come.”
One moment, everything was normal. I was laughing with my wife, blushing at the things she was whispering, and enjoying life with her. Then the next, I was paralyzed, fear gripping me like a vice as flashbacks and pain paralyzed me. That laugh. That voice. My eyes found the source and my breath got caught in my lungs as I caught a glimpse of him. I squeezed my eyes shut, memories of him assaulting my mind like he assaulted my body.
“Stupid fucking whore.” His black leather dress shoe collided with my side. His cum tasted foul, and I couldn’t help the vomit that escaped my lips no matter how hard I fought it. It'd only been a few months since Mama left me, and now Vincenzo made me his prized whore.
I couldn’t do this.
