Page 23 of Vicious Union

“Caterina is probably taking forever to do her makeup,” I grumble.

Lara’s jaw drops before she quickly shuts it. “Uh … I just figured they were stuck in traffic.”

The mood has considerably worsened, and it’s my fault. I know I’m being fucking grumpy, but I really do not want any of this.

Caterina and Francesco finally arrive, both in a huff.

“Sorry about being late,” Francesco says, taking his seat while Caterina walks over to me. “Got caught in traffic.”

Gabriella shoots me a look, and I shrug. So, I was wrong. Who cares?

Caterina sits down beside me, not looking at me. She’s decided to play the silent game now. Fine by me. Her incessant chattering makes me want to gouge my brain out sometimes.

Francesco picks up his champagne glass. “To the happy couple. May they be lucky tomorrow on their wedding day.”

“Hear, hear,” Massimo says in a pompous voice as he smiles at me. “I wish you nothing but the best, brother.”

No, he doesn’t. He knows how miserable I am. It’s clear to everyone at this table. Well, maybe not Francesco, but Francesco seems oblivious to most things concerning his daughter.

I almost jump when I feel a hand on my leg. It’s Caterina. I glance over at her, but she’s not looking at me. Her hand sure is doing a lot.

She moves it up and down my thigh, getting closer to my cock every time she does it.

What is she playing at?

My body loves what she’s doing, but my mind hates it. It’s not appropriate to be doing this in front of my entire family.

I shoot her a look, but she ignores me with a smug grin.

Fine. She wants to play; we can play.

I stand up, making everyone look at me in surprise. “Excuse me.” I head toward the bathroom. Soon, I hear Caterina get up behind me, telling everyone she has to pee. Of course, she’d say it like that.

The bathroom is one room with one toilet in it, and Caterina joins me inside.

“Why did you run away?” she asks. “Scared of me?”

I snort. “No. I wanted to do this.” I grab her around the waist and smack her ass, making her gasp. “You were being inappropriate.”

She wiggles her eyebrows. “But you liked it, didn’t you?”

Did I? Fuck. I did. I’d love to feel Caterina wrapping her hand around my cock, but I can’t give her that satisfaction.

“Do you ever stop talking?” I growl before kissing her.

She gasps when I push her against the wall and kiss along her neck. I just need … her. The way she’s so easily able to get under my skin will kill me; I swear.

My hands bunch up her skirt, pulling it around her waist. Caterina grabs my face and kisses me harder while my hands rest on her waist, my fingers skimming the waistband of her underwear.

We shouldn’t be doing this. Even though I’ve had sex before, it’s usually frowned down upon to deflower the bride before the wedding. Except, I’m pretty positive Caterina isn’t some innocent virgin. She wants me to touch her, and if I can make her melt into puddy in my hands, then maybe that will make her get in line.

I cup her pussy with my palm, making her moan louder. I have to press my lips harder against hers to shut her up. I don’t remove her underwear. We’re in a public bathroom. Who knows how many germs are in it? Even now, my practical side can’t help but take over.

Caterina arches her body into my hand. She doesn’t shy away from my touch, which is nice. Hopefully, we can have a good sex life at least after we’re married. And who knows? If we’re having sex, maybe Caterina will be too distracted to get into trouble.

She grabs my shoulders and pulls me in closer.

I rub her harder. She opens her right leg up and wraps it around my waist.

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