Page 25 of Vicious Union

“Of course, pumpkin.” He kisses my cheek before leaving.

I turn to Emilio and place my hand on his chest, stopping him. “Wait right there, mister.”

“Mister? I didn’t realize we were in the eighteen hundreds.”

Damn him. “You don’t get to do what … you did,” I add in a lower voice, “without talking to me about it first. You just left me in that bathroom and walked away with a smug grin. I hate you, you know.”

“Good to know we feel the same way. I hate you, too, but now, I know how to shut you up.” He flashes me a grin.

I huff. “You think you’re so much smarter than me. You’re not.”

He leans in closer to me. “I’m pretty positive I’m the one who just gave you an orgasm so good it made you speechless. I think that puts me in the lead. Besides, it’s not like you haven’t experienced that before. How many men have you fucked in public restrooms anyway? You know what? I’d rather not know. But I’m sure it’s a lot.”

I want to snap back I’ve never done anything like that before, but that would make Emilio way too pleased, and I can’t do anything to make him happy. It would wreck my soul.

He brushes past me and leaves, getting the final word in. Again.

Ugh. I really hate Emilio. He’ll be my husband tomorrow, so that’s just great. I’m entering into a marriage with an insufferable grump who keeps slut-shaming me.

Emilio doesn’t know what’s going to hit him.

He wants to make my life hell? Then two can play that game.

* * *

“Caterina, pumpkin. Wake up,” Dad says, knocking on my door. “It’s your wedding day.”

Fuck.

I roll over in bed and look at the clock. He’s right. It’s morning. In just a few hours, I’ll be married to Emilio De Luca, the most irritating man alive.

It’s also irritating how I can’t stop thinking about the orgasm he gave me yesterday. Sure, I’ve given myself orgasms plenty of times, but I’ve never had anyone else do it for me. It was … electric. God, my body was on fire. Even though Emilio annoys the hell out of me, I wouldn’t mind kissing him again. Touching him.

Maybe even fucking him.

Sure, I’ve never had sex, but how hard can it be to figure it out? As long as Emilio never finds out I’m really a virgin, we’re good. He can go on thinking I’m some woman who’s slept with half of New York City. I don’t care.

I just want to live a little, and experiencing sex would allow me to do that. Even though Emilio is wound tight, I’m sure he loosens up during sex. Hell, I hope so; otherwise, my sex life is going to be miserable, too. I want to see Emilio loosen up. I want to see him become truly wild.

It makes my center throb with arousal.

The memory of his hand on my pussy is too much. I want to feel it again. I’m desperate for it.

Of course, I’m not going to tell him that. I’d rather die.

But it’s our wedding day, which means it’ll be our wedding night, which means we’ll probably have sex. Even if that’s the one thing Emilio and I can have fun doing together, I’ll take it. I can ignore him the rest of the time. Easy peasy.

With that in mind, I gladly get out of bed and ready for the day.

Dad and I head to the hotel where the wedding ceremony and reception are taking place. Once in my room, I change into my wedding dress.

It’s a mermaid style gown that hugs my body perfectly. The neckline is straight across, but it shows off enough cleavage to be both sexy and classy. My hair hangs in waves around my face.

I look good. I know it.

The question is—will Emilio think I look good?

I want to see his jaw drop when I walk down the aisle. I want him to desire me so much he regrets all the stupid, bullshit things he’s said to me. I want him to grab me and kiss me. Even though he’ll make some comment about leaving me speechless, it’ll make him speechless, too.

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