Page 61 of Merciless Queen (Moretti Mafia #1)

Caterina

I realized torture was more fun when the bastard who was strung up was one of the men who hurt my wife.

Torture was fun regardless, but I took my time with this one.

Every mark was personal, and by the time I was done, his skin would paint a picture of vengeance before I killed him.

Was it risky killing a state representative?

Yes. Did I care? Not one bit. Once it was revealed that he was a sick bastard, he would be ruined.

No one would care that a child rapist was dead, even if he worked for the government.

Besides, if it ever did come back to me, I knew people.

He cried as I ran my blade over his abdomen, dragging the edge of the knife down to his groin. Blood seeped through the wound. Everything I was doing right now was foreplay. I was playing with my babies’ food before they devoured him. They wouldn’t find him. They would only see the monster he was.

Melanie was lucky I didn’t find any dirt on her. She was genuine, just had shitty taste in fucking men. Her foundation would be safe, and she would move on from this. I wondered how she would react knowing she was sleeping with a rapist.

Harlow was waiting outside the doors with our boys.

She didn’t want to hurt him personally, but she wanted him to know he didn’t break her.

The door opened and she walked in with her head held high and my Dobermans at her side.

She looked like a fierce queen ready to take on the world.

She didn’t falter when she met his gaze.

“Hello, Michael.”

“P-Please.”

She quirked her head to the side. “Please? You want mercy? Mercy would be too easy for you.” She stepped closer to him, looking at the marks I already left on his body.

“She’s going to kill you. Our dogs are going to rip you into tiny pieces, and I am going to sleep peacefully with the woman I love tonight knowing you no longer breathe the same air as me.

You can never hurt an innocent woman ever again. ”

“Harlow specifically told me you enjoy electro play. Well, you're in luck.” I pulled out two stun batons. Forty million volts about to go straight to his cock. “So do I, asshole.”

“Please,” he whimpered. “Please stop. Don’t do this.”

His pleas triggered something deep within me.

I used one baton on his cock and the other on the side of his neck.

His body jolted as he screamed in agony.

It satisfied me. Harlow kissed my cheek before she excused herself.

She was so goddamn strong. I’d be back in bed with her soon to hold her after I got rid of this trash.

I shocked him once more when Harlow was out of the basement.

“Please don’t. Please stop,” I mocked him.

“Harlow begged and begged, but you kept going!” I electrocuted his dick again.

“So no. You hurt the woman I love. You paid to hurt her while your wife was protecting innocent women, men, and children that are abused. You’re sick.

And I can’t wait to send videos to your wife. ”

“Videos?” He struggled.

I smirked, grabbing his jaw and digging my nails into his flesh. “Videos. My men hacked the system. There are videos of everything you did in the last five years. Every girl and child you brutalized. Imagine your wife’s surprise when she sees that.”

“No.”

“It’ll be because of me that she can keep her foundation and livelihood.

” I walked to the control panel, opening the gates where Titus and Lucifer waited like the good boys they were.

“Sit. This man hurt Harlow.” Hearing her name made their ears point up.

They loved Harlow, and now, I couldn’t wait to let them feed on this man.

“Titus.” I pointed at his bleeding cock.

“Attack.” My Doberman lunged at him, sinking his teeth into his cock, which caused Michael to scream in agony.

“Back.” He listened, taking a chunk of him and sitting back.

“Lucifer.” I pointed to his throat. “Attack.” Lucifer leaned back before lunging forward and jumping up, sinking his teeth into his jugular.

Michael struggled, blood pouring out of his body.

“Back.” Lucifer growled before retreating.

“P-Pl-Please,” he stuttered out.

“My good boys. Mama Harlow will want all the cuddles for hurting this bad man who hurt her.” Both their tails wagged.

Harlow ruined me and my savage killers and domesticated us, but for her, I’d take the white picket fence.

I grabbed a knife from my torture table, running my fingertips down the edge of the blade.

I grabbed the back of Micheal’s head, forcing it back.

I rested the blade on the edge of his throat, just under his left ear.

He was already bleeding from the chunk of flesh Lucifer took.

The edge of the blade dug into his throat, severing his jugular, then shredding his windpipe.

Bright red blood sprayed me as his breath rasped, and his futile scream did nothing but satisfy me.

“I hope you rot in hell, Michael. Attack.” I left the basement, listening to my babies feast until his screams slowly became silent.

Satisfied with my work, I made my way up to my bedroom, disposing of the bloody clothes. Moira would properly get rid of the clothes for me, and my cleaner would come to clean the basement and my bathroom tomorrow. It was a safety and cleanliness precaution.

After my shower, I slipped into a long t-shirt and a black thong, scrunching my dark hair with my fluffy towel. I walked inside my bedroom and saw Harlow sitting on the bed. She looked up at me, and it looked like she’d been crying, but she didn't look sad. She looked relieved.

“Caterina,” Harlow said softly. “T-Thank you for hurting him.”

“Of course, my love. I told you anyone who hurts you will pay. I’ll never let anyone harm you ever again.”

She caressed my cheek before kissing me gently, but then she deepened it, and it became more passionate and frenzied.

She tugged at the hem of my t-shirt, pulling it over my head before kissing me again.

Her hands kneaded my breasts, and I moaned.

I didn’t know what had gotten into my timid wife, but I loved it.

“I want to taste you. Please.”

“Whatever you want.”

I lay down on the bed and she straddled my hips. “What if I’m bad at it?”

“Baby, I will teach you everything you want to know about my body. I’ll enjoy it simply because it’s you. If you aren’t comfortable, we will do something else.”

“I want to. I’m just not used to being in control. It’s foreign. My God, I’m really fucked up.”

I pulled her down, wrapping my arms around her. “There is nothing wrong with you. This is something new for you. Right now, I want you to take your time, learn my body, and enjoy it. This is also for you. You’d be surprised at how much fun eating pussy is.”

She nodded and fell back on her knees, straddling me. “Okay. I think I’m ready. If I need to do something, let me know. I want it to be good for you, too.”

“I will.”

“How do I start?” she asked as she got comfortable between my thighs, eyeing my pussy like it was a hidden treasure she’d finally discovered after years of searching.

“Start with foreplay. Kiss and bite my thighs.” She obeyed beautifully, softly kissing my thighs, switching from kisses to gentle bites. “Good girl. Now, lick me. Just take your time and explore me.”

She left one more soft bite before leaning in and licking me from my slit to my clit.

And goddamn it, she moaned at my taste, dragging her tongue up and down, again and again.

She was licking, tasting and teasing, but she was doing as I said and taking her time.

She was learning my body so she could find ways to please me.

“You taste really good,” she praised, looking up at me with a light flush on her face. “Sweet and musky, but it’s natural.”

“Pussy isn’t supposed to taste like flowers and candy. It's a vagina.”

She laughed. “I like it. I’m going to continue, if you’re okay with it.”

“Dive in, princess.”

She reenacted the same moves she did previously, teasing me.

It was taking every fiber of my being not to grab her hair and fuck her face until my orgasm barreled through me like crashing waves, but it was not what she needed.

Her mouth closed around my clit, and she sucked me so hard I saw stars.

As she sucked, her tongue moved, taking in everything she could as she dragged out my pleasure.

“Oh, fuck,” I cried out, tangling my fingers in her hair. “That’s it, princess, just keep doing that.” I looked down at her, and her eyes were closed as she was enjoying me. Fuck. I reached for my phone. “Look up at me, princess.” Her dark eyes looked up, and she fucking smirked.

I took a picture of her, and she retracted from my clit, licking me again before diving her tongue inside me.

She moaned more than I did. Harlow was devouring me like she’d been eating pussy for years.

Now she was all mine. Knowing that made me possessive.

I was the only person she would ever be with.

I was the only one she’d have for the rest of her life.

She was mine, but I was every bit of hers, if not more.

This woman derailed everything, but I was not opposed to this new life.

My hips jerked up, but she gripped my thighs, burying her face deeper into me.

I threw my head back as my pleasure bubbled inside me.

Her short nails dug into my skin, leaving a sting of pain that intensified the building release.

My orgasm crested and my back arched off my bed. I saw stars, galaxies, and supernovas.

She lapped up my arousal before sitting back on her legs, looking at me with a smile, my orgasm still on her lips. “Baby,” I breathed out. “Fucking hell.” I reached for her hands that were resting on my thighs and pulled her down, capturing her lips in a fiery kiss.

“Was it that good?” she asked innocently as she pulled away.

I kissed her. “Very.” And then I flipped us. “We have all night, baby, and I know exactly how I want to spend it.”