Page 61 of DeLuca: The Devil

When we are in our seats, I whisper to her, “You’re being a little territorial today, Mrs. De Luca.”

Shrugging her shoulders unapologetically, she says, “She was looking at you like you were her next meal. I was only letting her know she can’t have you.”

The plane takes off, and I get a devious idea in my head, one I like, a lot.

“You know, Bellissima, it’s one thing to tell someone something but it’s another to show them without words.”

Giada glances at me with confusion.

“Get on your knees, little Wife. Show her why she can’t have me.”

She undoes her seatbelt, rises from her chair, moves in front of me, and places her hands on my armrests, “You want me to suck your cock on a plane? In front of someone?”

Jesus Christ, she’s so sexy she makes my fucking head spin.

“I do, Bellissima.”

Dropping to her knees, she stares at me with hunger as she drags her nails up and down my thighs.

Giada undoes my pants and reaches inside my boxers, and squeezes my dick, “I want to hear you, husband. When you come in my throat, I expect to hear my name. Do you understand?”

I groan, “Yes.”

This woman makes me crazy. Never have I allowed a woman to take control. Giada can have it all. If she wants to control this, she can, as long as I get that sweet little mouth.

“Lift up,” she says as she pulls my boxers down.

Once they are down far enough, she grabs my dick and licks the underside, causing me to groan again.

She tongues the slit of my cock, licking up all the pre-cum as she stares into my eyes with a ferocious expression before she slowly swallows my cock.

I slide my hands into her hair and push her head all the way down. She gags but maintains eye contact, “Good girl. Keep your eyes on me while I fuck that beautiful mouth.”

Her moans vibrate against my dick as I pull her up and down my shaft. Tears spring to her eyes as she gags a little more. Fuck. I love that more than I should.

“You look so fucking beautiful like this, little Wife. Swallowing my cock like the filthy little slut you are.”

She moans again and it sets me off.

I feel it start at the base of my spine and work its way up through my body. I growl, “Fuck. Giada. Bellissima.”

I pull out of her mouth; she wipes the little bit of cum that dripped between her lips with her pinky and licks it clean.

She gets up and turns with a smile for Michelle and then sits back down in her seat.

Glaring at me, she says, “Have you fucked her, Domenic?”

I chuckle, “I have not, Bellissima. Do you think I’d bring my wife onto a plane with women I’ve fucked? I have more respect for you than that.”

She reaches up and strokes the stubble on my cheek, “Thank you. Sometimes you surprise me, Domenic De Luca.”

I take her hand and kiss her palm, the way I did when she was in the hospital. Does this mean my prayers were answered? Do I have to abandon my brothers and business in order to keep my wife?

Chapter Forty-One

DOMENIC

Two Weeks Later…

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