Something rouses me from sleep. Something hard and thick. Something hard and thick between my thighs.
I snap my eyes open to find Fabio spooning me while fucking me from behind. “What? We napped,” he says innocently.
“How long?” I gasp when he thrusts his hips forward, hitting a nice spot deep inside me.
“Maybe twenty minutes.”
“Malákas.”
He smiles against the back of my neck, sucking a patch of my skin into his mouth.
I sigh. “Only mark me if you’ve thought ahead and bought me a closet of turtlenecks.”
Fabio chuckles when he releases the suction, and I hook my foot around his leg, opening myself up for him. He accepts the invitation, snaking his hand around me and toying with my clit ring.
“Mmm,” I moan.
“Such a needy Kitty Kat; always demanding I pet her pussy.” He drops his hand, and I whimper, but he surprises me by snapping the collar around my neck. “My pet has been a bad fucking girl. I hear she’s been playing with a puppy, and her owner is very displeased.” He jerks my neck, and I realize there’s a leash attached to the collar.
Uh-oh. It’s payback time.
Meow.
Chapter
Thirty-Nine
Fabio
I gear up as Katerina watches me from bed. We spent the better part of the day alternating between catnapping and rolling around in the sheets. Well, mostly rolling around in the sheets, as I still can’t get enough of my wife.
I take a seat on the edge of our bed, pulling her into my arms. “I might be gone all night,” I warn her.
She wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her lips to mine. “Be careful,” she tells me between kisses. “And please take care of this nuisance John Davis so we can focus on more important things here.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Such as?”
“Our honeymoon, of course.”
“Wherever my queen wants to go,” I tell her, giving her one more kiss before standing. “Il mio cuore è solo tuo.”
“I don’t know what that means, Mr. Cryptic.”
“Wait, I thought I was Mr. Psycho?” I tease.
“See, you know your pet name. Good boy,” she coos.
I lean in, playfully nipping at her bottom lip.
“I’m serious. Be careful,” Katerina tells me softly.
“You think I’d marry the woman of my dreams to only get a day with her? Not. Fucking. Happening.”
“Two days, I think?” She sighs.
I cup her cheeks. “I’ll be careful, Mrs. Mazza. I love you.”
“Love you too,” she says, and I’ll never get over just how lucky of a bastard I am.