Page 60 of DeLuca: The Devil

My wife may think she packed her suitcase, but she would be wrong. I packed all sorts of goodies for her in mine. By the time we return, she will be thoroughly fucked and hopefully pregnant with my child. The thought of my beautiful wife growing with our child in her belly makes my dick hard.

Giada walks into the kitchen where I stand and glances down my body, “Woah. What were you thinking about?”

“Fucking my little Wife.”

She giggles, “Good answer.”

I shrug, “The truth normally is.”

There’s no need to make up an answer. No woman has ever turned me on the way she does. I’ve never had a problem getting through the workday because I needed to get laid but with her, I do. Every goddamn day I just want to be inside her cunt.

“Ready?”

She nods her head emphatically, “Yes. I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.”

I lean down and kiss her head, “I’m glad, Bellissima.”

Taking her hand, I walk her to the door, “Marc and our suitcases are already in the car.”

Once I help her into the car, I slide in beside her, put my arm around her, and pull her in close to me. My fingers are itching to check my messages when I feel my phone vibrating in my pocket, but I won’t. I promised her no work. Starting now, we are on our honeymoon. Nobody else exists until we return.

Giada rests her head against my arm, she stares at me with so much love it makes my chest ache, “In case I forget to tell you, thank you, this is the kindest thing anybody has ever done for me, Dom.”

“Taking you on a trip?”

She giggles, “No. I’ve traveled before. Making me feel like I matter. Like I’m enough.”

Sometimes I forget how Giada has been treated for her entire life. She hides it well. I didn’t do this because people acted like she was shit under their feet. I did this because I wanted to. I need this time as much as she does. We didn’t get married under ideal circumstances. It’s not exactly what every little girl dreams of, to be kidnapped by a Mafia Don and forced into marriage. I’m not exactly sure when or how it happened, but she became my entire world. I’ll do anything not only to protect her but to make her happy. A smiling Giada is the one thing I never thought I could have. When I saw her friend making her smile when she walked down the aisle, I had a pang of jealousy in my chest. I wanted to be the one to cause the fit of laughter, the ear-to-ear grin.

“Bellissima?”

“Yes?”

“When we got married, you were laughing when you walked down the aisle. What were you laughing about?”

She smiles, “Nat asked me if, since I was marrying you, would I be upgraded from mafia princess to queen.”

Leaning down, I suck on her soft bottom lip, “You’ve been my queen since I first laid eyes on you. I knew you’d be mine.”

She smiles sweetly, “Even if you had to kidnap me?”

I wink at her, “Even if I had to kidnap you. I don’t regret it. I’d do it all over again.”

“Devil,” she breathes.

We pull up to the plane, and she gasps, “You have your own plane?”

I chuckle, “Of course, we have our own plane.”

After we get out of the car, my wife and I climb up the steps, her joy is infectious. I take her hand and pull her to our seats. My flight attendant smiles while licking her lips, “Sir, it’s good to see you again.”

My wife doesn’t miss much, and she didn’t miss that. She extends her hand to Michelle, “Hello, I’m Mrs. De Luca, it’s lovely to meet you.”

I can’t contain the grin on my face as I break out into laughter, I’ve never heard Giada refer to herself this way, I like it, a lot.

“Let’s sit, little Wife.”

She smiles at me, “Yes. Let’s sit, husband.”

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