Page 49 of DeLuca: The Devil

“Dom!”

He pulls his fingers out and pushes them back in while licking my clit. I feel a warm sensation in my center as my body trembles, I arch my back off the bed as the euphoria sets in. Images flash in my mind, me on Dom's lap eating cheesecake while in a wedding gown, him kissing me, chasing me through the woods, Domenic telling me he was letting me go.

“Dom,” tears run down my face like a cascading waterfall, “Domenic, I-I remember.”

Immediately, he climbs up my body, presses his lips to mine, and slides his tongue that tastes like me, into my mouth. Sliding his cock inside me, he groans but doesn’t stop kissing me, he slowly pulls out and pushes back into my pussy.

I whimper and he breaks away from our kiss, “Good girl. You take me so well.”

Climbing up on his knees, he takes my legs and places them on his shoulders, pulls out of me most of the way, and slams back in.

“Dom.”

“Fuck, I love it when you call me that, baby.”

Like a jackhammer he fucks me hard and fast causing me to scream out in pleasure, “That’s right baby. Fucking scream for me.”

He pushes my thighs back and fucks me even harder, “Jesus Christ. This pussy is fucking magical.”

I feel him pulsing inside me as he groans loudly, “Bellissima. My Bellissima.” His cock spasms before he pulls out and lies beside me, pulling me into his arms, “I love you,” he whispers quietly.

“I love you too, Dom. Always and forever.”

He gently strokes my face as he stares into my eyes, “What do you remember?”

I sigh, “The good and the bad.”

“Tell me about the good.”

I smile softly, “The first time you kissed me. The first time you made me come.”

He says, “And the bad?”

I close my eyes tight, “You fucking me in front of your brother but that isn’t the worst.”

He strokes my back lightly, “What’s the worst, baby?”

A tear rolls down my cheek, “You telling me you were letting me go. And then the bomb going off and me thinking you were dead. Enzo told me you were dead. That was the worst day of my life.”

“I’ll be going to see him tomorrow, Bellissima. His days are numbered.”

I snuggle up against his chest, “Can I come?”

“You don’t have to but of course you can if you wish,” he holds me tight.

“Dom, I need to get on birth control if you aren’t going to wear a condom.”

He chuckles, “I’d welcome a child with you. I’m not worried about it.”

Sighing I reply, “I am.”

Chapter Thirty-Four

DOMENIC

“Do you not want children, Bellissima?”

She sighs, audibly, “It’s not that I don’t want children. It’s that I know if it’s a girl, how poorly she’ll be treated by the men in her life. I don’t want to take that chance. I won’t bring a daughter into this world for her to mean nothing. So many days, I cried, wishing my father would love me. I don’t want that for my child.”

---