Page 54 of Merciless Queen (Moretti Mafia #1)

Caterina

I pulled Harlow’s shorts from her ankles, tossing them across the room before pulling her sports bra off.

Harlow sat up, spreading her thighs, giving me a full view of her wet center.

I left her on the edge. She wanted that release, to scream in pleasure and come on my fingers, but I took it away from her.

I enjoyed edging, because it played into overstimulation.

I could stay between Harlow’s thighs for a lifetime, and I’d never get tired of her.

She was an addiction I never wanted to kick.

Harlow spread her pussy lips, capturing her clit in a picture-perfect moment.

She took her middle and ring fingers, dragging them delicately through her lips before circling her clit.

Our eyes were locked in a magnetic dance of desire and lust. She was becoming my favorite form of art with the pink flush on her chest that kissed her neck, the rapid fall and rise of her chest as she caught her breath, and her dilated eyes with only a rim of mocha brown as lust danced through them.

She slowly slipped her fingers inside herself, fucking herself with a slow, rhythmic pace.

She used her other hand and kneaded the flesh of her soft breast, pinking and twisting her rosy, pink nipple.

She was the epitome of sex and desire in this moment.

Her mouth fell open, her orgasm peaking as her fingers moved more rapidly.

“Caterina,” she moaned breathlessly, and it took everything in me not to push her down and feast on her until I was satisfied and she was writhing under my touch.

I wanted to see her overstimulated and begging me to stop.

The things I wanted to do to this woman were ungodly, but I was addicted.

Obsessed . Knowing I was the only one who would ever have her in this lifetime and even the next drove me insane.

I got to be every experience, every moment, and every kiss.

I replaced her fingers with my own and speared them into her, curling them as she gasped.

She rubbed her clit, the two of us working together to get her to her peak.

Her mouth fell open and she made a grunting kind of moan.

Her body shook and I felt her getting closer. She even had control of her orgasms.

“Ohh, yes,” she moaned. Her head fell back, and my name fell from her lips as her pussy clenched around my fingers and her hand fell away from her body.

“Good girl, bellissima.” I pulled out of her, and just as I was about to suck my fingers clean, she pulled my hand to her mouth and took them into her mouth instead. I groaned.

She wrapped her hand around my neck, pulling me into a scorching hot kiss that made me dizzy with how intense it was.

She pulled me deeper, wrapping her bare legs around my hips, trapping me.

This was the first time I saw her take the initiative of anything intimate.

Normally, I led, but holy shit, I liked this version of her, too.

And then I was on my back with a naked Harlow pinning my arms and grinding her naked pussy against my covered one.

“I. Win.”

I rolled my eyes. “If you say so, princess. If you want to scissor, all you have to do is ask, baby.”

Her brows furrowed. “Just when I think I know something, you prove to me that I don’t.”

“That is going to be in the bedroom. But scissoring is a position where people with vulvas rub them together for pleasure. It can also be called tribbing, but that one can have a little extra wiggle room with positions.”

“So, basically missionary without a penis?”

“Basically. What toys did you want me to use on you?”

“I don’t want to be scared of sex anymore. The things that they did, I don’t want to be scared of those experiences. Nipple clamps were one. I don’t know if I’ll like them, but I want to try them when I’m getting pleasure from you.”

My fists clenched at the mention of those men.

I wanted to destroy all of them and watch them paint the streets red for what they did to my wife.

They took her innocence and destroyed a little girl.

She was valiant. A survivor. A phoenix rising through the ashes of her path, and I would gladly set the world ablaze for her.

“I’ll do anything for you, princess, just say the word. I’m taking you on a real date Friday night. I’ll have a dress laid out for you.”

She beamed. “Where are we going?”

“I’m going to take you to my favorite restaurant, and then we’ll take a walk in the park.”

“And then come home for dessert?”

I laughed, kissing her temple. “Anything you want.”