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Grabbing her other leg, I wrap both around my waist and pin her to the wall with my body, before thrusting up. This isn’t the time or the place to be gentle with her. Instead, I take her hard and fast, leaving her whimpering against my hand with every demanding thrust. Her already tight pussy begins to quiver around my cock, and I know she’s close.
“Tell me how much you hate me,” I snarl between thrusts, “as your dripping pussy comes all over my cock.”
“Ti odio,” she buries her face in my neck to silence her screams. Her mouth sucks at the skin above the collar of my shirt and every inch of her clings tighter around my body as she comes undone.
“Then I guess I fucking love how you hate me,” I groan against her neck before pulling my cock from her.
I made my point. I’ll come later—hopefully buried deep inside of her.
Lowering her feet to the ground, I’m about to tuck myself back into my pants when she kneels before me. I don’t have the opportunity to protest as she slides my cock over her tongue and she takes me deep. She hollows her cheeks and her lips repeatedly press against the skin at the base of my shaft, practically demanding that I come in her mouth. Sliding my fingers into her hair as my balls tighten, I drag her over my length. Tears track her cheeks as I fuck her mouth. About to come, my cock grows more rigid in her mouth, causing a slight gag that does me in. Keeping the handful of hair tightly in my fist, my hips tremble against her face as I spill down her throat.
As I slide my softening cock from her mouth, the look in her eyes isn’t nearly as molten. She tenderly tucks me back into my pants before standing. Pressing onto her toes and placing her palms on my chest, she reaches up to kiss me. I cup her face, wiping away her tears, and I can still taste the saltiness of my release as I eagerly kiss her back. I’m not sure what got into me, but if I get this soft Catarina after fucking her like that, I’d happily do it again.
Breaking our kiss, she continues to stare up at me. “Richard, I?—”
Her words are cut short as a large, muscular man in a well-fitted suit lunges into the alcove at us. It isn’t until she’s shoving me out of the way that I realize he has a knife in his hand. A really big fucking knife.
This is a museum, sir, not a fucking three-star Michelin restaurant.
While the man is easily twice her size, Catarina shoves her body into his. The hit knocks him into the wall, causing him to drop the knife. As she wraps some Medieval tapestry around his neck and cinches it tight, I grab the knife from the floor.
“Kill him,” she grunts, struggling to detain his massive frame.
“Excuse me?” My eyes widen and I shake my head. “I did not sign up for a side of murder on today’s excursion.”
That adorably pissed off look that I’m growing quite fond of begins to spread across her face as she repeats herself. “Kill him. Fucking stab him.”
As someone who doesn’t enjoy the feel of cutting raw chicken, I can only manage to shake my head at her. The struggling man nearly breaks free from her hold and she clammers to regain the upper hand and snarls, “Richard!”
“Catarina!” I unintentionally mock her tone. “Youfucking kill him.”
I step closer and she swipes the knife from my hand. Without hesitation, she drags the knife across his neck. Watching the blood spew from the wound, I audibly gag as Cat wipes her hands on the tapestry and fixes her attire. “Fuck! Are you going to be like this every time we have to kill someone?”
Ushering me from the alcove to keep me from vomiting at the crime scene, she slips her still slightly bloody hand into mine as we make our way toward the exit.
“Wait.” I stop in my tracks when I finally comprehend what she said. “We’re going to have to killmorepeople?”
CATARINA
Walking from the closet, I lay out our clothes for tonight’s event on the bed. A black, backless, low-cut, vintage Valentino ball gown for me. For Richard, a black, custom-tailored, Armani suit, with a dark gray shirt, and black silk tie. I grab a black thong and throw it on the bed with my dress before heading back into the closet to grab my heels. Returning to the bedroom, the panties have disappeared. I look on the floor around the bed, in case I missed when I tossed them.
“I put them away.” Richard snakes his arms around my waist from behind and places a soft kiss on the nape of my neck. “We both know they’re just going to get in the way.”
I turn to face him. “Tonight is a big fucking deal, Richard. I am not fucking you at this thing.” Although we both know that based on how things have gone since we got wine-drunk together, I probably need a fucking chastitybelt to keep him out of my pussy; regardless of where we are.
He doesn’t respond to my comment. Instead he drops his towel, and my eyes roam over the bevels of his muscles as he begins to get dressed. By the time I am slipping on my dress, he’s straightening his tie and…Fuck he looks good!
Where can you pick up a chastity belt on short notice?
The house begins to empty as limos slowly arrive to take all of us to Castille Verona. With everyone else departed, Richard and I are left a limo to ourselves. In other circumstances, that could make for a fun ride. Based on the way Richard is looking at me, I’m quite certain he is thinking the same thing.
Once in the car, he reaches his arm over my legs and grips my thigh, sliding me across the seat until I am firmly pressed against him. His hand continues to linger on my thigh when he says, “You look exquisite this evening.”
“I need you to focus, Richard. These men will fucking tear you apart if they don’t think you’re one of them. They’re going to be a bunch of arrogant, dominant, alpha-holes.” He stares at me as though we haven’t already discussed all of this at length. “You would fucking kill for the family, and under no circumstances would you allow anyone to disrespect you. I need you to understand, because our lives are literally on the line.”
He nods and the remainder of the drive is spent in silence. Though, his hand never leaves my thigh.
Pulling up to the castle, members of all of the families are making their way inside—Lo Biancos, Bernardis, Piccarillis, and my family, the Perrellis. Tonight is some antiquated gathering to celebrate the truce between all of our families. A truce that doesn’t exist, made apparent by my hit on Luca and the man that attacked us at the museum.
