Page 27 of DeLuca: The Devil

Domenic chuckles, “Yes, gorgeous. Come for me.”

I close my eyes as my back arches off the cold ground, I bite my lip, so I don’t make a sound and let my orgasm cause all my nerve endings to fire.

Domenic grabs my face and presses his lips to mine, forcing his tongue into my mouth while fucking me with hard, punishing thrusts. His large body holds mine in place. The only thing I can do is take what he gives me. I want not to like it, but I do. He breaks our kiss and groans, “So good, Bellissima.”

He buries his face in my neck, devouring my skin with licks, bites, and sucking. I plead with him, “Domenic, please let me go. They’ll be coming, and you don’t need me anymore.”

“Never,” he says in a gritty voice. If I didn’t know better, I’d think it was drenched in emotion.

“Why?”

He shakes his head letting me know he’s not going to answer my question, “Come Wife. Give me what I need more than oxygen.”

The wind blows through the trees, causing a chill to make my body shiver. He leans down and bites my nipple through my shirt, making me cry out, “Dom.” With every thrust his pelvis rubs against my clit, causing a moan to escape.

He groans, “Every sound you make is like the most beautiful symphony to my ears. Fucking exquisite.”

Running my fingers through his hair, I give up, give in, and give myself to him. As much as I want to hate him, I don’t. I can’t. He watches me with an enthralled expression as he brings me closer to the edge.

“I don’t want to let you go because I need you. I may be the devil, but you’re a goddamn angel. Your light makes living in the dark more bearable.”

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I hold onto him like my life depends on it, “I love you, Dom. I don’t want to, but I do.”

He silences me with a kiss so powerful it pulls me under, I’m in a trance, lost in his power. Domenic swallows my moans as my body convulses from a powerful climax that rocks me to the core. With a groan so intense it makes my body thrum with desire all over again, he finishes inside me, his cock spasming against my pussy walls.

“Let’s get you inside before you freeze to death, and I want to have the doctor come so he can take a look at that gash on your head.”

I touch my head, “Right. The rock.”

Domenic pulls out of me, stands up, and pulls his pants up then helps me up from the ground. Scooping me into his arms, I squeal, “What are you doing?”

“Carrying you back home, where you fucking belong.”

I wrap my arms around his back, press my face into his chest, allowing his warmth to soak into my bones. Maybe he’s incapable of loving me back but it doesn’t change the way I feel about Domenic. It doesn’t make me want to be in his arms any less. For the first time since I’ve been with him, I don’t feel like a captive. I never want him to let me go. This is as close to happiness as I’ll ever get. He doesn’t deserve my love, but I can’t escape the way I feel.

We don’t choose who we fall for. It chooses us, I think. We have very little say. Had you asked me a year ago to describe the man I’d fall for, it would not have been Domenic. He is everything I never wanted and everything I need.

Chapter Twenty

DOMENIC

After the doctor gave Giada the all clear on her head, I put her in the bath, and took care of her. For the first time in my life, I wanted to take care of someone. Now, I’m getting ready to do the right thing knowing it’s going to fucking gut me. I help Giada out of the bath and dry her off before handing her clean clothes to change into.

“I’m going to let you go, Bellissima.”

She shakes her head, “No! What are you talking about?”

Gently, I stroke her cheek, “I’m doing the right thing for once in my life. You’ll be guarded until this situation is handled. Be a good girl and don’t fight with security. It’s necessary.”

Tears roll down her cheeks, “Why are you doing this, Domenic?”

“Because I need to. You deserve everything good in life, Bellissima. Happiness. Love. Family. Get your things together and Marc will take you to your new home.”

She reaches for me, but I step back.

Giada cries, “Why are you doing this, Domenic? Are you punishing me for saying I love you? Is that what this is?”

I don’t answer her question because I can’t. If I tell her how I feel about her she’ll fight me even more, “Goodbye Bellissima.”

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