Page 45 of DeLuca: The Devil

I wrap my arms around her and lay her down on the bed, “We stop when you say stop. Understood?”

She nods her head, “Yes.”

I climb over her and place a hand on either side of her head, “The first time I tasted your beautiful cunt, I told you, you tasted like the sweetest-fucking-candy.”

Her cheeks heat as she turns the most stunning shade of crimson, “Dom.”

I crawl down her body, while being careful not to put my weight on her, kissing every inch of exposed skin along the way. It’s not enough, it’ll never be enough. I kneel between her legs, spreading her beautiful thighs, “I stop when you say stop.”

Pushing her skirt up, I press my face against her sweet pussy and inhale with a groan, “Your scent still makes me feral, little wife. I want to devour this pretty cunt, from the inside out.”

Chapter Thirty-Two

GIADA

I think I must blush harder than before because, what the absolute hell. Who talks like this? He sucks my clit through the thin fabric of my lace panties, and he growls, “Fuck baby. You still get wet for me.”

I said he could kiss me, so I’m having trouble figuring out how we got here and why I haven’t stopped him.

“Tell me to stop, Wife.”

I don’t tell him to stop. I know I should, but his warm breath on the outside of my panties is making me feel things I don’t remember ever feeling.

“Don’t stop.”

“Bellissima,” he groans as he pulls my panties to the side and swipes his tongue up my center, causing a shiver followed by a moan from me.

“Dom, more.”

He runs his tongue in circles around my clit while holding my legs down with his big, strong hands.

I reach down and grab his shoulders and notice him watching me while he swipes his tongue over my clit in long slow strokes.

“Dom,” I whimper.

“Good girl. Drench me, Bellissima. Come,” he orders as he sucks my clit into his mouth. My body reacts like it knows his every command. I have no memory of feeling like this, but some part of me seems to remember. I dig my nails into his skin, as I scream while my body shakes uncontrollably. “Dom. DOM!”

He crawls back up my body and presses his lips to mine, making me taste myself on his tongue. It’s hot as hell, but I can’t take this further.

I turn my head to the side, “Stop. I’m sorry. Stop.”

Immediately, he gets off me and lays beside me, “I’m sorry, Bellissima. I took it too far. Please forgive me.”

He gets off the bed and storms out of the room, admonishing himself, “Maladetto idiota.”

Fucking idiot.

Everything he did felt good, so good. Feeling good doesn’t change the fact that I’m not ready for more. I’m not sure when I will be, honestly. Part of me wants to do it just so the last dick I had inside me isn’t my own fucking father’s. But that doesn’t seem fair to me or Domenic.

I grab my cell phone from my purse, which I’m guessing one of his employees brought up, and text him.

I’m not upset with you.

I’m upset with myself.

You shouldn’t be. When I told you to stop, you did.

Be ready at seven. The closet is filled with clothes for you, as is the dresser.

---