Chapter 23: Chapter 23

He wrapped his hand around my arm and subtly moved me away from the others.

My mood soured, if that was even possible at this point. “Shut up? Who do you think you are talking to right now?”

“I’m talking to you, Catalina. I thought we were clear on the rules.”

“And I said fuck your rules!”

“Watch your language,” he warned, leading us through the crowd of people.

“Fuck!” I strongly pronounced the word in defiance.

He led us to the balcony.

“Leave,” he ordered the couple who were already there. They quickly grabbed their stuff and left. Whether it was because of Stefano’s tone or because they recognized him, I didn’t know.

“What’s wrong with you?” I tried to pull my arm out of his grip, but he held on tighter and shoved me against the banister.

I gasped and immediately clutched the railing.

His body was glued to my back, and a hand lightly trailed my exposed thigh as lips brushed against the pressure point behind my ear.

His voice trembled. “Catalina, I’m angry.”

I looked back at him. His eyes swirled with a fury I’d never seen before.

My heart thumped against my chest.

It only now hit me that this was the first time I’d seen Stefano angry at me. It made me shrink in defeat as I realized how I had acted, and how it would reflect on him.

Yet I gulped down my guilt and stubbornly held strong.

“You don’t trust me?” My voice was a lot less harsh than before.

His lips skimmed my neck, and I leaned my head back to give him better access.

“When have I ever said that, Catalina?”

Again with my name.

He really was angry.

“You kicked me out of the room,” I accused, squirming against his hand that slid under the slit in my dress to caress my bare skin.

“Information can be helpful, and deadly. You’re the one who doesn’t trust me.”

My eyebrows pinched together.

I didn’t? Was he gaslighting me?

The slit of my dress shifted, and my body shuddered as the cold air nipped my skin. The heat from his palm made my stomach clench, and my eyes fluttered despite myself.

This was not the time or place for me to get aroused, yet there was a lingering excitement from the way he was roughly pressing me against the banister.

“What are you doing?” I was breathless, my eyes frantically staring at the garden below us, where people were walking idly.

“You broke my rule, Catalina. You let your anger show in public. How should I punish you?”

His tantalizing words were followed by his wandering fingers. His hand dipped between my thighs to trace the lace of my panties. He applied a bit of pressure, and the fabric stuck to my slick folds, telling him I was already wet.

Embarrassed, my legs slammed shut as my blood boiled beneath my skin.

“We’re in public,” I murmured, trying to straighten out of his arms.

Stefano didn’t allow it, his hand applying pressure on my upper back so I’d lean forward against the railing.

He used his leg to nudge my legs apart again. “In public? You can get angry at me in public, but you can’t get aroused? Hmm?”

“Stefano.” My voice was a whimper. I squeezed my eyes shut. This side of him was unfamiliar yet strangely attractive. An unknown excitement curled in the pit of my stomach, and I was mortified to realize I wanted more.

“This is diff—fuck!” I tried to focus but jumped in surprise when he pushed my panties aside and slid a finger through my moistness. He hooked his finger against that one spot I couldn’t resist, and my back arched.

“Are you still angry?” he asked.

I blew out a breath and squeezed my eyes closed as embarrassment and pleasure fought for control. I couldn’t believe I was doing something like this. My mind heavily debated if I should fuck him right here and now or stop before someone saw us.

The sounds from the hall heightened, and I prayed no one had opened the balcony door.

Stefano slid a second finger inside me and pumped them with a vigor that had my stomach clenching. I lost my reason, and my body greedily pushed into his hand.

My rosebud rubbed against his rough palm, and pleasure flew straight to my heated core.

He slowly slid his fingers in and out. Faster, harder, more, even more. My breathing was heavy as my toes curled.

Just as I was about to topple over the edge, his pace slowed. A frustrated whimper left my lips. Stefano’s breathy chuckle spoke to my desires, and I could feel his rigid cock pressed against me.

He rolled my clit between his fingers.

I quickly came undone, biting my lip to stifle my moan.

His fingers continued pumping through my contracting walls as my juice dripped down his hand and my thigh. Then, finally, he pulled out and took a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping his hand and my thigh.

I released a breath and stood properly, readjusting my dress. When I turned around, I froze as Stefano’s hooded gaze met mine.

The lust in his eyes was clear, and I suddenly felt like prey waiting to be devoured. This side of him was new to me, but it spoke to that risqué side of me that screamed to forget everything and fall into this moment.

He cupped my face. “You think it’s over, Catalina?” he murmured. “Adorable.”

His arms snaked around my waist, and my heart shuddered as I was pulled into his chest.

He bent his head to capture my lips in his. I moved to wrap my arms around his neck, but he stopped me. He pulled away, kissing the palm of my hand.

He turned us so he was leaning against the banister, and I was facing the double doors leading back into the hall. The doors were wide open, and through the billowing curtains, you could see the crowd happily conversing and enjoying themselves.

A startled gasp left my lips when I felt the rustling behind me.

“Stefano?” I gulped down my nervousness and glanced behind me to see his pants button undone and his cock fisted in his hand.

He grunted. “Spread your legs a bit.”

The command made me weak, yet I was still conscious of where we were.

“What?” I wet my lips and watched as his darkened eyes snapped to meet mine with a gaze so hot I almost melted.

“We’ll make this quick,” he murmured.

I glanced at the open doors hesitantly.

“We’re too open,” I said, voicing my concerns.

“It’s too dark for anyone to see.”

After a few more seconds of contemplation, he groaned.

“Speak up, amorina.”

Fuck it.

His authoritative voice had me nodding readily.

He didn’t waste any time. He grabbed my thigh and lifted my leg for better access. My hand hurriedly dropped to hide anything that might be visible to anyone who chose to glance carefully out the balcony door.

Fucking hell. I was really doing this.

With my dress bunched up and my panties shoved aside without care, he entered me in one fluid motion. His cock pushed past my tight folds with a vigor that left my body trembling.

“Fuck,” he swore as I squeezed around him.

Pain and pleasure combined into one as he stretched me. I closed my eyes and placed my head against his shoulder.

I couldn’t be bothered about anyone seeing us anymore. I just hoped that it was dark enough out here for them to avoid a front row seat to our debauchery.

My legs ached. Doing this in heels was no joke. Stefano was the only thing keeping me standing.

He paused for a second, allowing me to adjust to his length, then began moving. He thrust his hips upward until he was balls deep, then pulled back and thrust again.

I tried my best to stifle my moans.

I couldn’t move. I was afraid that if I were to try to match his thrusts, we’d both fall or cause a commotion that would draw unwanted attention.

Instead, I let Stefano do all the work as he erratically pounded into me from behind, the sound of skin slapping against skin reverberating through the air. I covered my mouth with a hand to muffle my moans.

The music from inside filtered toward us, and I really hoped it covered the sound of our passion-induced moment as Stefano had his way with me.

“Open your eyes.” His moan caressed my ears as his cock rubbed against my walls. His thrusts were powerful and quick, his hands gripping my body roughly.

My eyes snapped open in response, and I gazed at the people on the other side of the billowing curtains, completely oblivious to the couple currently humping each other in the dark.

An excited thrill shot through me and settled in my lower stomach, feeding my heated core.

“Look at them,” Stefano grunted in my ear. “They’re right there, oblivious to the fact that you’re here getting drilled through that tight cunt of yours. How does that make you feel? One glance in this direction, and they’ll see everything. Fuck!”

He gritted his teeth as I tightened around him, his dirty talk making my imagination run wild. The thought of getting caught excited me and startled me at the same time.

Stefano’s hand slid to my throat, clutching it as he leaned forward, bending us a bit. He plowed through my dripping cunt with vigorous thrusts that made me clench around him and threaten to milk him dry.

“You’re doing great, amorina,” he groaned. “Keep taking me in.”

My insides curled at his words as I dipped my hand down to play with my engorged clit. I rubbed the little bud desperately, his dick brushing against my hand every time he pulled out and pushed back in.

Pressure built in my abdomen as I moaned and pressed harder against my engorged clit. Stefano filled me perfectly, and I knew I would be sore again after tonight.

“Cum,” his hoarse voice sounded near my ear.

I clenched around him as I came undone, his words driving me over the edge. His chuckle vibrated against my ear as he continued his wild thrusts. Soon enough, his pace slowed, and with a few more pumps, he came.

He stayed in me for a few more seconds before pulling out and releasing my leg, our fluids dripping down my thigh.

I held onto him as I caught my footing, finally back on both legs.

My muscles trembled as they ached and screamed for justice. Having sex on one leg was a fucking challenge. It didn’t help that my leg muscles were sore from my new daily workout routine.

“Soiling Anton’s balcony? He’s going to kill you,” an amused voice sounded.

My heart dropped as my eyes snapped up to meet Jasmine’s.

My face flushed in embarrassment as Stefano’s hand wrapped around my waist, completely unfazed as he replied. “We’re leaving now, anyway.”

She saw us. Please, God, bury me now.