Page 15 of The Al Dente Diet

Knowing there is a multi-family gathering in a few days, I can’t help but ask, “Are you going to be able to fake this? There’s an event coming up soon, and we need to be believable.” I’m worried for my safety—andhis—one mistake could mean a bullet to the back of the head.

Taking my glass, he sets both our drinks on the table next to my gun. “Tell me what you need from me, Cat.”

He’s taking this remarkably well for being an American tourist who just got pulled into my world.

“People have to think we’re actually a couple.” I inch closer toward him and place both my palms on his chest to gauge his reaction. “We need to be comfortable with each other like a husband and wife.” He doesn’t speak. Instead he leans into my touch as his fingersglaze over my cheekbone, collecting a loose strand of hair hanging in my face. His deep blue eyes locked on mine, he curls his finger and slowly tucks the tendril behind my ear. If the fluttering of my pussy and racing pulse are any indication, he’s going to do just fine convincing everyone else.

Because he’s doing a damn fine job convincing me.

He continues to lean toward me. When he finally speaks, his breathy words blow over my lips. “How am I doing, Pussy Cat?”

CRACK

RICHARD

“What the fuck?” A sharp pain shoots through my head. “I thought a pet name would help!” I rub my palm against my temple where Cat pistol whipped me. Her eyes are filled with anger as she glares at me, her chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. I’m about to speak when she grips the front of my shirt with both hands. Tugging roughly, she pulls her body against me and presses her lips to mine. Her kiss is hard and needy, I expected nothing less.

“I warned you. Don’tevercall me that again. We willnotbe Pussy and Dick,” she quips when she pulls back from me.

“But there’s awe?” I cock an eyebrow.

Cat looks as though she’s contemplating picking up the gun for another swing at my face—or worse.Instead, she slings a leg over my thighs and repositions herself untilshe’s straddling me. Leaning in, she snarls, “Just shut up and fucking kiss me.”

I don’t know how to say no to a woman as beautiful as Catarina—not that I even remotely want to.

With my gaze locked on flecks of color throughout her hazel eyes, I engulf her petite frame in my arms. My hands slide up her back until my fingers are tangling in the hair at the nape of her neck. My voice low, I tell her, “Say it again.”

“Mica mi vorrai baciare.” The words roll off her tongue as I pull her mouth to mine. Her lips part, immediately granting my tongue the access that I so desperately crave. Fisting the lightly curled locks in my hand, she whimpers into my mouth as her hips press tighter to mine. My cock now fighting for room in my pants and between our bodies, she grinds against it. I couldn’t control the groan that rattles from my lungs if I tried.

Dipping my fingers under the hemline of her dress, I slide my hands up the smooth skin of her back—even softer than I’d imagined—as I gather the dress up to her shoulders. Breaking our kiss to pull it from her body, I find her braless beneath it. The tight nipples of her pert tits beg to be sucked into my mouth. Her fingers deftly work the buttons of my shirt between our bodies as my tongue swirls around her nipple. I roll it between my teeth and she practically purrs as her nails lightly scratch down my arms and chest.

Fuck, I’m going to lose all control withher.

She tugs at my belt buckle as she begins to unfasten my pants. I allow her to reach the zipper before grabbing her wrists and pinning them both to her lower back. “Patience,bella,” I breathlessly whisper, smiling against her lips.

She squirms against my hold, causing her to rub repeatedly over my cock. She quickly frees an arm and presses it against my throat, Leaning her weight against it has struggling to breathe. Cutting off my air and sensually grinding her hips in circles on my lap, she growls without a hint of teasing against my lips, “Do I seem like a patient woman to you?”

Her arm still pressed firmly on my throat, I slip my finger under the sheer lace fabric of her panties. Taking a moment to tease around her soaked entrance, I press into her with ease. Breathy mewls spill from her lips as I curl it inside of her. I slide another finger into her as I grip her throat with my free hand. It only fuels her need and she begins to ride my hand seeking her release.

Using my grip around her throat as leverage, I push her from my lap and onto the couch. Still fucking her with my fingers, I climb on top of her and claim her lips again. She moans into my mouth as I take my time bringing her to the edge. “You’re going to be a patient little girl for me. If you want my cock, you’re going to come all over my hand. And then at least once on my face. I want to feel your clit tremble against my tongue as you scream my name. Only then, will I fuck you.”

She whimpers and it must be the wine, because this isn’t like me.

At all…

…but shereallyfucking likes it.

Gripping my hair, she pulls me closer, throwing a leg around my waist. Our tongues roughly fighting for control, she continues to moan and whimper into my mouth. My lips travel the length of her neck, kissing and sucking at her soft, tan skin. Her back arches away from the couch, pressing her chest firmly against mine, as I feel her begin to squeeze around my fingers.

“Come for me, Cat.” I whisper against her ear before returning my lips to hers. She tightly fists my hair, causing me to groan into her mouth as she screams her release into mine. I pull my slick fingers from her and bring them to my lips. I draw them into my mouth for only a moment before she pulls them away and kisses me as she continues to come down from her high.

As I kiss down her neck and chest, she draws my fingers into her mouth. She sucks at them while swirling her tongue along the tips, ensuring to remove every last bit of her arousal. I can’t help but imagine her mouth around my cock. Continuing my trail of kisses down her stomach, I can’t get enough of her sweet scent when I reach her panties.

I fucking need more of her.

Yanking her panties to the side, I momentarily wince when I hear the fabric tear—they look expensive. Instead of apologizing, I pull harder. The lace shreds, baring her to me as I rip them from her body. Using the flat of mytongue, I make one firm swipe through her pussy before growling, “Fuck!You taste so good.”

CATARINA

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