Page 59 of DeLuca: The Devil

“Good,” I giggle, “I don’t like it when you're mad at me.”

Sliding his fingers from my hair to my face, he growls as he slams his lips to mine and kisses me. He pushes his tongue inside my mouth and, without missing a beat, stands with me wrapped around his waist. He lays me on top of his desk. Domenic undoes my jeans, pulls them down my legs, and tosses them on the floor.

“Bellissima. Fucking gorgeous.”

He grabs my panties and rips them, first on one side, then the other, I admonish him, “Would you stop destroying my lingerie.”

He smirks, “Stop wearing them, and I’ll stop ruining them, Bellissima. They are in my way.”

I gaze into his amused eyes, “Do you destroy everything in your way, Domenic?”

“Always, little Wife. Especially when it’s hiding away this delicious little cunt.”

He slides two fingers inside me, making me instantly moan and shift my body, “You know the rules, Bellissima, hold still.”

As always, I try to do what he tells me, but I can’t, I buck my hips, chasing the release from his long, strong fingers. He slaps my clit, making me scream his name.

“I think you defy me because you like this. You like it when I’m rough with you, don’t you, little Wife?”

I scream when he hits me again, “Yes.”

“Please, Dom.”

He runs his tongue along his bottom lip, “Do you need my cock in that greedy little pussy?”

“Yes,” I beg, “Please, Dom. Please.”

He pulls his fingers out of me, sucking and licking them clean, and undoes his pants, “Be a good girl and keep those legs open for me.”

Domenic places a hand on my abdomen and pushes into me, hard and fast. He is so big that my body seems to never get used to his size. He leans over me, a hand on either side of my shoulders.

I grab his arms as he pounds into me like this is a punishment. Maybe it is, a delicious, sinful punishment.

“Come. Little Wife, fucking come.”

My back arches off the desk as warmth pools in my center, and spots dot my vision as I explode underneath him, screaming his name.

“Yes. Fuck. The way your pussy grips my dick,” he says as he shoots his warm liquid inside me.

He leans over me, breathing heavily, as his cock spasms inside me, “Bellissima,” he groans deliciously.

Domenic smirks as he pulls out of me, “I suggest you get upstairs and pack some clothes or you’re going to find yourself lacking on our trip.”

I arch an eyebrow, “Why is that?”

He chuckles, “It’s no secret, I prefer you naked. I might simply pack nothing for you, and you can wear me for the entire trip.”

“Mmmm,” I moan, “That doesn’t sound all bad.”

Domenic does his pants up and grins, “It will be when you’re naked in a restaurant, Bellissima, and I have to kill every man that sees my naked wife.”

I jump off the desk and pull my jeans on, no panties since those are ripped in half, “Alright, you win. I’m going to pack.”

He grins as he lowers himself into his chair, “I always win. You’d do well to remember that.”

Chapter Forty

DOMENIC

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