Page 24 of DeLuca: The Devil

The line disconnects, so I call my brother Damian to let him know that it’s starting. Baretti has been hiding from me, knowing full well I’d find out he was planning something big to take me out. This is why I had to marry Giada. It cost Anthony a huge amount of money. He won’t take it lying down. When he and the Bianchi’s come for me they’ll all die. If he thinks for one moment that he’ll touch my wife, he’s mistaken. I won’t allow that to happen.

After contacting everyone who needs to be involved, I head upstairs to Giada. Opening the door, I step inside, and my cock instantly swells.

She’s rolled to her stomach, the blankets no longer covering her beautiful body. Her long, dark hair has fallen from the updo she had for our wedding. It’s an absolute mess, yet she looks fucking gorgeous.

I strip out of my sweats, spread her legs, and climb behind her. I press my face against her cunt and inhale. Fuck, I love the way she smells. It’s like her own special perfume. It must have pheromones because it calls to the animal inside me. I move over her, lining my cock with her pussy, and slide inside of her. Grabbing her hands, I hold them in one of mine behind her back and fuck her. I know she’ll wake up, maybe even be pissed, but I like her like this.

She begins to stir underneath me, “Dom,” she whimpers.

“On your knees,” I command as I release her hands to help her into position. Once she’s in place, I grab the back of her neck and hold her down, “Don’t move. Take it like a good girl.”

I pull out of her almost all the way and slam back in, causing her to moan even louder. Fuck, I love her sounds. It’s like the sweetest symphony, her whimpers mixed with the sound of my body slapping against hers.

Sitting up on my knees, I grab her ass and spread her cheeks, watching my dick slide in and out of her, glancing at that beautiful, puckered hole, “Jesus. You’re so fucking perfect.”

Every time I pull out, she slams her ass back on my cock while whimpering about needing to come.

“Dom please,” she begs, her voice coming out breathy and needy.

“Please what, Bellissima?”

She’s nearly in tears, and I fucking love it, “Please make me come.”

I smack her ass, “No. That’s not how this works. You need to ask permission to come.”

“Domenic,” she whines, “Please, can I come?”

I chuckle, “Rub that needy little clit. When I tell you to come you will. If you come before I give you permission, you will be naked all day tomorrow.”

My wife whimpering due to the need to come might be my new favorite thing in this world. She rubs her clit, whimpering, “Please Dom,” Giada is so close I can feel her cunt tightening up. It may take her time to learn her body in order to control when she comes but it doesn’t mean I won’t punish her and thoroughly enjoy it. The thought of her naked twenty-four hours a day may be discipline for her but for me it’s a fucking beautiful gift. Unfortunately for me, she holds out. I smack her ass hard, causing her to yelp, “Come filthy slut.”

She explodes screaming and writhing, her back arching beautifully, her pussy squeezing my cock pulls my climax from me at the same time. The sounds she makes are what fantasies are made of. My only regret is the position I chose because I couldn’t see her beautiful face.

Pulling out of her, I lay beside her, “Are you sore?”

She laughs, “Yes, but I’m okay.”

Moving over, she cuddles into my side, “Can I ask something?”

“Yes.”

She takes a deep breath and I already know I won’t like this question, “You said you’d never fall in love with me.”

I sweep the hair out of her face, “That is not a question, Bellissima, it’s a statement. But yes, I said that, and I meant it.”

“Right,” she says as she stares at my tattoos, “What if I fall in love with you?”

I kiss her on the forehead, “Impossible. Nobody loves the devil. Falling in love with me is not an option for you. Get that through your head now. It will only lead to disappointment.”

She rolls over, giving me her back, “Maybe after this is dealt with and both families are dead, you can let me go. You won’t have a use for me. What’s the point?”

I run my fingers down her back, “I will never let you go, Bellissima. You’ll get used to what we have.”

Giada sniffles, “I want someone to love me. My mother loved me, but he killed her when I was little. I barely had any time with her. Anthony Baretti never loved me. I’ve never dated, so boys never loved me. Doesn’t everybody deserve to be loved, Dom?”

“You deserve to be loved, Bellissima. In another life, I have no doubt you would be. I will give you anything money can buy. But love isn’t one of those things. It’s not something I’m capable of. Please let this go.”

Her body shakes from crying, “Is there another room I can sleep in tonight? I really need to be alone.”

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