Page 66 of Poison and Wine
“Why are you being such a jerk?” she demanded.
“It’s just part of my charm, Kitten,” I replied with a wink. After bending over the sink, I spit out some of my toothpaste. When I righted myself, Caterina gave me a death glare in the mirror. “Seriously, Kitten, after that first night of seeing you in a white, drenched nightgown, I promise I’ve already seen everything you have to offer.”
“You’re still a jerk.”
“Yes, I am because I’m seriously enjoying this.”
After meeting my gaze in the mirror, something dangerous flickered in Caterina’s eyes. Almost immediately the hairs rose on the back of my neck. I’d been trained on how to read people, and I could read that my wife was just about to react. And it wasn’t going to be good.
With bated breath, I watched her as she removed her arm and the pajama top from covering her breasts. A low groan reverberated through my chest at the sight of her bare tits. Normally, I would’ve expected her to hurriedly put her top on. But I’d known from her change of expression to be prepared for the unexpected.
My kitten was about to bare her claws.
And fuck me did Caterina bring the unexpected. She went one step farther to torture me. Taking her sweetass time, she examined the fabric of the top, picking off invisible lint and turning it inside out. All the while her fabulous rack magnetized my attention, causing my cock to rise.
When it pounded in my briefs, I gritted out, “Aren’t you going to put your top on?”
I never knew how devious my wife was until she had the audacity to grab a lotion bottle out of her suitcase. With my toothbrush frozen in my mouth and toothpaste oozing over my lips, I watched as she began to lotion up her arms and upper chest. It sent a shimmering sheen across her skin. All the while her tits bounced with her ministrations, causing my cock to throb.
Just when I thought I might come in my pants like a horny teenager, she quickly threw her top over her head. Caterina once again met my gaze in the mirror. “All done,” she replied with a sickeningly sweet smile.
I thought she couldn’t possibly have any more cheek, but then her hip brushed against my crotch as she walked out of the bathroom, causing me to hiss. There were two ways I could handle this: one would be to jerk it out in the shower, which was incredibly creepy with Caterina just a few feet away, or I could just get in bed and wait for my traitorous dick to go back down.
I chose the second option. After rinsing, I stalked back into the bedroom. Caterina already lay against the pillows watching me curiously. Her eyes trailed down my body to my crotch. With a grunt, I threw back the covers and climbed inside the bed. “Goodnight,” Caterina said softly.
“Goodnight,” I huffed.
After turning out the light, I rolled away from her onto my side. The moment I fanned the covers Caterina’s intoxicating smell invaded my nose. With a groan, I rolled my eyes to the ceiling and willed my dick to go down.
But it didn’t. Being so close to a beautiful and sexy woman had it pulsing with need. I don’t know how long I lay there, aching and frustrated. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I slung back the covers with a frustrated grunt. Rising out of bed, I grabbed a pillow.
Caterina’s voice echoed through the dark. “What are you doing?”
“Going to the fucking couch.”
“But I thought–”
I laughed mirthlessly. “Don’t act innocent, Kitten. We both know you brought out the claws with your little peep show in the bathroom. So, enjoy your victory.”
I could practically hear her smiling in the dark. “Sweet dreams,” she replied.
I bit my tongue from telling her to fuck off. Instead I ignored her and stormed out of the bedroom. I didn’t know how, but one day, I would pay her back.
Chapter Eighteen: Caterina
When I woke up on my first morning in Boston, it took me a moment to realize I wasn’t in my bed at the order. Since the night I’d been taken, I’d been fighting the confusion when I woke up. Once I realized I was in Boston in Callum’s bed, I immediately remembered my victory from the previous night. Mortification shortly followed the victorious feeling because I’d let Callum see my breasts. Not only that, but I’d given him an epic peep show. I groaned as I remembered lotioning up my arms and upper chest and how my actions had incited desire in him.
What had gotten into me?
It hadn’t even been a week since I’d been abducted. Not even seven days since I’d belonged to the order and practiced chastity. Yet last night I acted as a brazen fallen woman. How was it possible that I’d managed to do such a personality shift in just five days? The thought that I was losing myself so quickly and so easily sent fear ricocheting through me.
I knew the first order of business for today would be to get to church ASAP. More than just making it to church, I would need to make it to confession. With another groan, I brought my hand over my eyes. What was I possibly going to say to a priest? Forgive me Father for I have sinned. It’s been six days since my last confession. A week ago I was Sister Caterina of the Sacred Heart. Now I’m married to an Irish mobster who I tempted by baring my breasts so he wouldn’t sleep in bed with me.
With a huff, I rolled over right into a warm, hard body. Shrieking, I jumped back, kicking my legs to push myself away. Unfortunately, one of those legs connected with an appendage that I deduced was not arms or legs.
“Fuck!” Callum grunted.
At that moment, I knew for a fact it was definitely not arms or legs. “Oh, my God, I’m sorry.”