Page 17 of DeLuca: The Devil

I can’t help but roll my eyes at him, “Obey you? In what way?”

“You’ll do as you're told. The first thing you’ll do is fucking eat. You are not heavy. If you want to exercise, you may use the gym. Not eating? That’s non-fucking-negotiable.”

I nervously pull on the drawstrings of my hoodie, “So even if I’m not hungry, I have to eat?”

He nods, “Correct.”

Slowly, he walks toward me, places his finger and thumb on my chin, and tilts my head back. Lowering his face to within an inch of mine, he growls, “Your body is stunning, Bellissima. Every fucking inch of it. It’s taking all of my restraint not to slide my cock into your pretty little cunt before you’re my wife.”

I gasp, “Dom.”

He groans, “That’s exactly what you’ll scream while your pussy squeezes my dick.”

Glancing away from him, I lick my dry lips, “You’re so dirty.”

Domenic chuckles, “You have no idea. There are so many filthy things I want to do to this beautiful body. You’ll love every single one of them. My favorite will be when you beg for me.”

I snort, “I’m not a dog, I don’t beg.”

He grins like the devil he is, “Another first, Bellissima. You will beg for me. When you’re wet and needy, there will only be one cure, my cock slamming into your cunt. That’s when you’ll beg, do anything to get relief. You’ll want to come so bad that obeying me will be easy. I can’t wait to make you my dirty little slut.”

Stepping away from me, he smirks, clearly noticing the lack of breath in my lungs. He walks over to the door and throws over his shoulder, “Get your gorgeous ass downstairs and get something to eat.”

“Maybe I will. Maybe I won’t.”

He turns toward me. First, he clenches his fists, then his jaw, “I am trying to be nice to you. Do not mistake my kindness for weakness. Do you like wearing clothing, Bellissima?”

“Yes?” I say it more as a question than a statement.

“Then I suggest you tuck the fucking brat away and do as your told. In this house, clothing is a privilege, not a right. Keep it up, and you’ll find yourself naked, on your knees, apologizing for your behavior with that perfect little mouth. I have work to do. I will check the cameras to see if you’ve been a good girl and have eaten. Don’t test me, Giada. You won’t like the angry side of me.”

I snort, “I don’t like any side of you.”

He doesn’t respond, he just walks away. I glare at him even though he’s long gone and, like a child having a temper tantrum, I storm down the stairs to do as I’m told.

I hate being ordered around, even though I should be used to it. I’ve been given instructions on everything in life since I was a small child. It never changed. It’s clear that it won’t now, either. Domenic might be better than Enzo, but not by much. The only difference is that he hasn’t hit me. Otherwise, I’m still a captive. I have to follow his directions to a T, or I’ll be punished. I’m just not sure how other than losing my clothing. As of right now, I don’t want to find out. I make my way to the kitchen and find a plate of food in the refrigerator with a post-it note stuck to it.

Good girl. Now eat this, and then find the Kindle on the dining room table. It’s for you. A credit card is attached to it, so you may download any book you find. Enjoy tonight and tomorrow. You will mostly have the house to yourself. Once you’re my wife, you’ll be in my bed every night. That means if I travel, you travel.

~ Dom

Popping the plate into the microwave, I shake my head as I tear off the note and throw it in the garbage can. I can’t figure him out. Does he like me? Or hate me? In one breath, he’s threatening to take my clothing away and in another he’s gifting me my biggest love of all, reading. After heating my plate of food, I take it to the dining room table and sit down. Glancing around the room I try to spot the video camera he said was here. I don’t doubt that he has them, but I don’t see them. I take a bite and moan lightly, it really is very good. The truth is I am very hungry. If I ate even half of my meal with Enzo, he told me to “stop shoveling food in my face like a fat pig.”

I never thought I was fat or ugly until him. If you hear how disgusting you are every time you see someone, you start believing it. I was lucky we weren’t married yet, so I didn’t see him daily, most of the time. But three or four times a week was more than enough. Add on top of the verbal abuse, the fact that he beat me and it’s just so much worse. I told my father I didn’t want to see him anymore because of the violence. His only response was, “If Enzo requests to see you then you will agree to it. You will marry him. If he hurt you, you probably deserved it.”

That coming from the man that murdered my mother shouldn’t be surprising, but it was. It was heartbreaking to realize I was stuck with no one in my corner. I’m jealous of the De Luca brothers, they have each other while I have no one. I can’t even imagine what it must be like to have three people that have your back.

As I take my last bite of food, I make a show of holding up my empty plate hoping Domenic will see it, along with my snarkiness. I walk into the kitchen and put my dishes in the dishwasher. Opening the refrigerator, I look to see what I can drink. I grab a Ginger Ale when I spot the cherry cheesecake on the middle shelf. It looks so good I can nearly taste it. Cheesecake is my favorite. But I’ve eaten enough. I don’t want to look pregnant when I am forced to marry Domenic. My own thoughts irritate the hell out of me. I should not care what any of these men think of my body. I slam the refrigerator door, grab the Kindle, and head upstairs with my drink.

I spend the night reading before taking a long bath and going to bed. I’d like to say I got a restful sleep, but I didn’t. I kept dreaming about the devil touching me and speaking filthy words in my ear. What the hell is wrong with me? I should hate Domenic, the thought of him touching me should be repulsive. So why is it, when he kisses me, my entire body overheats?

Chapter Thirteen

GIADA- THE WEDDING DAY

My blaring alarm jolts me wide awake as I spot the sun streaming through the window. The birds chirp with happiness like this is the greatest day they’ve ever known. I do not share the sentiment. Today, I will become the one thing I never wanted to be, a mafia wife. The thought alone makes me cringe. There’s nothing I can do to change it. I could try to run, but where would I go? If Domenic didn’t find me, my father or Enzo would. Even with him being known as the devil, he’s still better than my former fiancée. So far. I still don’t buy it, though, I know what these men are like. I’ve seen it first-hand my entire life. I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. Regardless of what Domenic says, eventually, I’ll piss him off enough that he will raise a hand to me. I’ve never met men in our world that won’t. A man that doesn’t is like a unicorn. Beautiful, but only exists in fantasies.

A knock at the door interrupts my pointless thoughts.

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