Page 30 of Vicious Union

Caterina is snoring slightly. Great. Another thing I can hate her for.

But when I turn off the light, there’s a smile on my face.

* * *

I wake up to the sound of Caterina throwing up in the bathroom.

“I told you last night to not drink so much,” I say to her as I get out of bed and lean against the bathroom doorframe.

She glares at me from where she’s kneeling in front of the toilet. “Don’t rub it in.”

“Oh, I’m not. I was just reminding you actions have consequences.”

“You are so funny,” she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“And you’re hungover. Which is a shame. I was looking forward to kissing you again, but seeing as you’re going to have vomit breath, I really think not.”

“Are you messing with me? You surprise me, Emilio. I thought you were too serious to tease me.”

“I’m not above teasing you when you clearly messed up.”

She huffs. “It was a party.”

“It was our wedding.”

She leans her head against the toilet seat and smiles at me. “So, it was. We’re married now. What do you think about that?”

“I think you’re kneeling on the ground in your wedding dress throwing up into the toilet because you’re hungover. How do you think I feel about that?”

“I think you’re—” But before she can finish her sentence, she turns back to the toilet and throws up again.

“Get yourself cleaned up.” I leave her alone in the bathroom. She got herself into this mess; she can deal with the fallout of it.

After a few more minutes, Caterina stops throwing up. She comes out brushing her teeth. “Can you undo the back of my dress for me?” she mumbles around her toothbrush.

“Can’t you do it yourself?”

“Can you not be selfish for one moment?”

When I don’t move, she rolls her eyes and heads back into the bathroom, spitting out her toothpaste and rinsing her mouth.

“Fine, I’ll do it myself,” she says. And then, right before me, she takes of her wedding dress and strips down to her underwear.

I can’t deny it—my cock hardens at the sight.

Caterina is a beautiful woman—too beautiful for her own good. I hate the idea of how many men she’s been with, but she’s mine now. And I need to remind her she’s mine, and her foolish actions from last night cannot be repeated.

“Come here,” I tell her, holding out my hands.

She narrows her eyes and places her hands on her hips. “Why would I do that?”

“We didn’t have sex last night because you were drunk. Maybe now, we can.”

“Gee, so romantic, Emilio. You sure know how to talk to a woman.” She rolls her eyes again. “No. I am not coming anywhere near you.”

“Why not?”

“Because I get the sense you’re just going to spank me. Again.”