Page 49 of Merciless Queen (Moretti Mafia #1)

Harlow

“You aren’t a whore.”

I scoffed, jumping off of Caterina’s lap. “Please. Vincenzo. All of his men and who knows how many random men have all used me for their own pleasure. I lost count of all the men.”

“I already told you. Those men raped you. Even if you slept with people you chose and the count was high, it doesn’t fucking matter.”

“I’m a whore, Caterina. It’s all I’ll ever fucking be.”

She growled, grabbing me by my throat and slamming me against the wall.

Her grip wasn’t constricting enough to kill me, but it was enough to force me to focus on my breathing.

Her knee spread me before she nuzzled between my thighs, friction rubbing my most sensitive areas.

The look in her eyes was angry, filled with hellfire and rage—at me.

I never saw her like this before, not even when she trapped me in her basement like a lunatic.

“Cater—”

“Shut up.” She pressed firmly. “If you want to be a whore so fucking bad, you’ll be mine. No one else’s.”

She hiked my leg up over her hip and used her free hand to slip under my t-shirt, exposing my nude bottom half. Caterina cupped my bare pussy and growled in my ear. I should’ve been terrified. I should’ve been fighting her, but the ferocity in her green eyes made my knees weak.

Goosebumps kissed my heated skin as anticipation grew in my belly. “Spread your legs for me like a good little whore.”

I whimpered and followed her orders, spreading my legs as much as I could.

She removed her hand from my throat and held my leg over her hip as she plunged two fingers deep inside me.

Before I could gasp or scream, she crashed her lips down on mine.

It was an all-consuming kiss, no gentleness, no love.

She was kissing me like she wanted to possess me.

This was nothing like the soft, intimate kisses we’d shared before.

How the hell was she so talented to kiss me until I was barely breathing while fucking my pussy with her fingers? My head was spinning a mile a minute with everything going on.

She ripped her lips away from me for a moment, and I whimpered and moaned. The sound that came from my throat was like nothing I'd heard before. “Cater—” I moaned as her fingers curled inside me. My entire body felt like it was going to combust.

Why was I allowing her to do this to me? Why did I like this?

“If you want me to stop, you have the power.” I didn’t want her to stop. Why didn’t I want her to stop? Why did I like this? All I could do was nod like a fool. My words were trapped in my throat.

She smirked. She fucking smirked as she ran her finger down my face.

In one swift movement, my body moved from the wall to my stomach across her desk.

Papers and pens flew across the room. She pushed up my t-shirt, exposing my bare ass and smacking me hard.

I gasped, trying to move, but she was holding my back with her forearms.

Why was she so strong? And why did I not want to fight her?

“What are you doing?”

“Showing you what happens to needy little whores who don’t listen.”

She caressed my ass, causing me to moan.

I wanted her. I felt like a sick, depraved woman for wanting her like this, but my body was practically begging her.

How could I want this with her after ten years of abuse?

Why was I getting off on the idea of her hurting me and fucking me like everyone else had?

There was something wrong with me. Right?

Shouldn’t I have wanted sensual and soft sex instead of disastrous and brutal?

She pulled me down slightly, her knee slipping between my thighs and hitting my cunt.

I grinded against her like a horny teenager, trying to get off.

Her hand met my right ass cheek, leaving a sting behind before she did the same thing to my left.

Heat burned my cheeks, my breathing becoming more erratic, and my clit throbbed, needing friction or her mouth to send me to oblivion.

Caterina got a steady rhythm going, the sound of skin on skin echoing through her room sounding like roars of thunder. If anyone walked in here, they would think we were having intense sex instead of her spanking my bare ass.

“Oh,” I whimpered, gripping onto the desk.

“Please, Caterina.” I ground my pussy against her leg, and I shuddered.

My body was so needy, I could come just from fucking her thigh like I did that one morning.

I would prefer her hands or her mouth, but I was not picky right now.

I just needed to come before my entire being combusted.

“What does my pretty little whore need?”

“You!” I screamed. “God, please.”

She flipped me over onto my back, nuzzling her body between my thighs. “This pretty pussy belongs to me, and no one else. Say it.”

Say it.

I shook the memory from my head. She was not him. I was safe with her. Everything she was doing was of my own free will, even if it was slightly depraved.

“Yes!” I forced out. “My pussy is yours. Only yours.”

“That’s right, baby. You are mine.”

I gasped when she ripped my sleep shirt like it was a thin piece of paper and not cotton. The fabric dropped at my side, leaving me completely exposed to her. Her body dropped between my thighs, spreading me wide. She had a perfect view of my pussy, and I knew I was soaked.

My ass was still burning from her spanks, and my pussy was throbbing with a need only she could satisfy.

Why did I want her to be rough with me? Why did I want her to fuck me with her hand wrapped around my throat, bringing me to the brink and letting me crash land back to earth?

She saved me. I knew she'd never hurt me like he did or any of those other men.

She calmed the demons clawing at my subconscious, begging to be released to terrorize me and drag me under a dark abyss.

I lifted myself up on my elbows, watching her intense gaze on my naked pussy.

She was eyeing me like she wanted to devour me whole, and goddamn it, I was going to let her.

Caterina kissed my inner thighs, nipping my skin.

Her mouth wasn’t on my pussy yet, and I already felt like I was going to explode.

Her eyes peered up at me with a sly smirk spread across her lips. “Between your legs is the closest thing I’ll get to heaven. My own personal paradise I never want to leave.” And then she was on me. Her lips locked around my clit as she plunged two fingers deep inside me, stretching me wide.

She was not gentle, but fuck, she was hitting every spot.

Her fingers pumped in and out of me, faster and faster until I was crying out and she was pushing down my arching hips.

I threw my head back, gripping my breasts as the pleasure built up inside me.

God. She was talented with her tongue. How could something like this feel so good?

Did sex always feel like this? The intensity. The bond. The love.

I couldn’t be in love with her.

She couldn’t love me. Caterina already made that a ground rule. Everything could be done, but she couldn’t love me. It was a weakness.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck,” I cried out, my thighs shaking as she continued to destroy me. “Oh, God! Caterina!” When her name fell from my lips, she groaned, which sent ripples through my throbbing core.

Once she was satisfied and I was mush on her desk, she finally rose up and leaned over me, capturing my lips in a fiery kiss.

This was something I never experienced. None of the men, besides Vincenzo, kissed me.

None of them went down on me. I was, in their words, disgusting used pussy , yet everyone still wanted me. I was their favorite.

Tasting myself on her lips was something completely euphoric.

It was hot. Fuck. She really went in and devoured me like a starved man.

She pulled her lips from mine and tapped my bottom lip with her middle and ring finger.

I opened my mouth, taking her fingers in and sucking them clean. I moaned while tasting myself.

“You are delicious. I can stay between your thighs for hours, and I still won’t be satisfied.”

“I-Is it really that good?”

“Oh yes.”

I sucked in my bottom lip as she pulled me up. My arms wrapped around her waist. “C-Can I taste you?”

She arched her brow. “Have you ever gone down on a girl before?”

I frowned. “N-No. I’ve only been forced to…” I trailed off, seeing all the men who forced me to my knees and suffocated me.

“Hey, come back to me. It’s okay. I was curious as to what you experienced freely, I didn’t realize. But yes, I prefer oral after I’ve showered. It’s a personal preference for me when I let women taste me.”

I nodded. How many women have had her? Was she rough with others? I didn’t know why I cared. It was not like she actually loved me, but I couldn’t help the jealousy that hit my chest. When I looked into her green eyes, my heart tugged.

I was in love with her.

Before I could stop myself, I said, “I’m in love with you, Caterina. I know you said yo?—”

She silenced my banter with a soft kiss.

“You talk too much. I love you, too, Harlow,” she confessed.

“I love how strong you are. A beautiful phoenix that rose through the ashes, becoming this beautiful woman. I want you to show me the darkest parts of your soul and let me love your demons until they fade to nothing, leaving you and me. You’re mine, Harlow.

Every part of you. Just like every part of me belongs to you. ”

Caterina wasn’t afraid of my demons. She didn’t see them as a weakness or as something to hide from. She wanted to love them away—one broken piece at a time—until there was nothing left but the woman I was supposed to be.

I cried, and it was not cute. As my mom once called it, I was ugly crying with snot dripping from my nose and an ugly expression on my face as I clung to Caterina like my lifeline.

There was nothing cute about the tears streaming down my face, and for the first time, it was not because of pain or agony.

“I-I’m sorry. You told me you loved me and I’m crying like a blubbering fool.”

“It’s okay.”

“Caterina, I’m scared.”