Page 53 of Merciless Queen (Moretti Mafia #1)

Harlow

When Natalya wasn’t able to be here due to assassin business, Caterina and I sparred together.

It was more intense foreplay than actually learning self-defense, but I wasn’t complaining.

I liked doing things with her, and it made me feel safe and loved knowing she wanted to help me.

Maybe wearing tiny biker shorts and a revealing sports bra wasn’t the way to go for this training session, but oh well. I was a glutton for punishment.

I dodged Caterina’s fist, hearing the wind whistle past my ears as I did a fancy two steps away from her. Caterina wasn’t going easy on me today. The last few sessions we had she would fumble or miss, but today, she was all in. “You missed me.”

“Being bold today, princess?”

I shrugged. “Are you jealous of my impeccable skills?” I shuffled on my feet to prove a point.

“Impeccable? Please. I’ve seen toddlers with better footwork than you.” She laughed, pivoting.

I laughed, throwing another punch that she dodged before giving me a weak punch to the side. It would have hit its destination if I didn’t move. “Toddler? I’ve done this for a few months, and I'm a professional. Baby, you're just mad at my natural, unpredictable style.”

“Yeah, definitely unpredictable, bellissima . You’re like a tornado.”

She came at me with three jabs, and I blocked the last one.

One moment, I was catching my breath, blocking more punches, the next, I was on my back with Caterina sitting on my stomach, her thighs pinning my arms in place.

I blinked up at her in disbelief. She really was holding back on me with sparring sessions.

I’d hate to see what she did when she was angry or fighting someone else.

“It seems like those impeccable skills have failed.”

“It’s just a minor inconvenience.”

She arched her perfect brow, looking down at me. “Inconvenience, huh? You don’t like me on top of you?”

Warmth flushed my cheeks, spreading down my neck. My gaze flickered from her striking, green eyes and the alluring curve of her breasts. The zipper was lower now, and her breasts were moments from spilling free. I licked my lips before sucking in my bottom lip and looking up at her.

“Or are you just being a brat?” she purred.

“Me?” I asked innocently. “Why would I ever do anything like that?”

Caterina shifted so she was on my hips instead of my stomach, freeing my arms. I took the chance and pulled the zipper down, freeing her full breasts. Before I could touch her, she grabbed my arms, pinning them above my head once more.

“If you say so, bellissima , but I think I win.”

I lifted my head, taking her pert nipple into my mouth. She moaned and I released it with a pop. “At this angle, I think I win.”

She rolled her eyes, moving one hand to pin mine, before tugging my sports bra up. When she was done, my arms were pinned with my own bra above my head. I was positive I could get out of this if I wanted, but right now, I wanted Caterina’s mouth on my skin.

“Nope.” She circled my nipple with her thumb. “I believe I win.” I moaned as she pinched my nipple, pleasure tightening in my stomach. Caterina traced and teased my breasts like she was memorizing them, as if I could be gone in an instant and she wanted to remember every part of me.

She leaned down, dragging her tongue up my torso and along the curve of my left breast before taking my nipple into her mouth.

My back arched, but in this position, I could barely move.

Everything she did was tantalizing and exhilarating.

I felt high on lust every time she did something to my body.

What could I say? I was addicted to my intoxicatingly beautiful wife.

Her fingers slipped down the waistband of my gym shorts, tugging them down my legs, but instead of taking them completely off, she stopped just past my knees, making it difficult to open or move my legs.

It gave the same feeling as the sports bra.

Intense. I was at her mercy, but I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

“You know, brats get punished, bellissima,” she cooed seductively.

She stroked my thighs before palming my pussy, the touch sending chills up my spine, followed by a violent shiver.

When I thought she was going to sink her fingers inside me, she surprised me and flipped me onto my stomach, pushing my ass into the air.

I was defenseless in this position, and the movement made my clothing tangled slightly.

It was like she bound me without using rope.

The first swat of her hand on my bare ass made me gasp, but the second time, a moan slipped from my lips.

After each smack, she kneaded my flesh, and I felt my pleasure growing.

“That’s my good little whore.” She smacked me again, and I whimpered.

I was still confused about my feelings about this, but I loved the way she made me feel.

My skin stung after a while and the pleasure morphed to pain, but not a bad pain that made me terrified. And I knew if I said one word, she’d stop instantly. I gasped, arching my back to jump away from her when her hand made direct contact with my pussy. She did it again before circling my clit.

“You good, bellissima?”

“Mhhm, so good. Please, Caterina.”

“You know I don’t like little brats.” She ran her index and middle finger through my folds, teasing me. “I edge brats. Tease them with the idea of an orgasm before ripping those hopes and dreams from their little souls.”

I grunted, which morphed into a whimper when she ripped her fingers away from my body. “Noo…Please, Caterina.” I moved my hips awkwardly, only getting a swift smack on my ass. “I need you, Caterina.”

“I love it when you beg, princess.” She palmed my center before spearing two fingers inside me. My cheeks heated as I heard how wet I was, but I didn’t care about that. All I craved was the pleasure only she could provide me.

“You know, any one of my people could walk in here and see your red ass on full display with my fingers buried inside you. Do you want that? Everyone to see what a needy whore you are?”

The only thing that fell from my lips was a moan as she curled her fingers inside me. “Oh, fuck.” My orgasm ripped from me, but not the way I craved. Caterina pulled out of me, bringing her fingers to her lips and sucking them clean. “No…Please. Caterina!”

Before I had the chance to catch my breath, she flipped me again onto my back and nudged herself between my legs. My shorts were now tangled around my ankles, still immobilizing me, but Caterina managed to get my legs spread enough for her to eye me.

“This pussy…Fuck, it’s the prettiest damn pussy I ever laid eyes on, Harlow.

” She looked at me, and there was this intense look in her eyes before she smiled wide.

“I’m not going to touch you again, bellissima.

” My mouth fell open to whine, but she stopped me.

“You’re going to play with your pretty pussy, and I’m going to watch. ”