Page 4 of DeLuca: The Devil

“Something about her looks familiar.”

Although, right now, I’m more interested in seeing her lips wrapped around my cock. “When Gonzales gets here, put him in my office. I’ll be back.”

My brother chuckles, knowing me well enough to know I’m going to be a while.

I walk down the spiral staircase, making my way to the bar. Reaching the beautiful woman, I extend my hand, “Domenic De Luca, pleasure to meet you.”

Her eyes travel slowly from my torso to my face, as she gasps, “You’re as tall as they say.”

I run my tongue along my bottom lip, this woman is stunning. Seductive. I want her. My cock throbs as I think about every dirty thing I want to do to her sinful body.

“What’s your name, Sweetheart?”

“Giad, Gia,” she stutters.

Placing one hand on the bar and my other on her chair, I ask, “Do I make you nervous, Gia?”

She shakes her head no, but I know better. She said I was as tall as they say, which means she knows who I am. People who know who I am, even if we’ve never officially met, are always nervous around me. They’ve heard stories. Even while they wonder if it's fact or fiction, they’re frequently worried the things they’ve heard might be true. Spoiler alert: they are.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

Gia swallows hard, “No. I’m okay. I was just leaving.”

Leaning my head down, I whisper in her ear, “Going before I’ve even made you come?”

She shivers at my words, her cheeks flush red but as I step back, Gia holds her head high like she’s the most confident woman in the world, “I’m not interested in a one-night stand with the devil.”

I grin, “A one night stand? It’d take me at least two or three nights to do everything I want,” I allow my gaze to move down her body, “to do to that beautiful body.”

She picks up her drink of what must be vodka, and tosses it in my face, “You’re a pig. I wouldn’t let you touch me.”

One of my security guards rushes over but I hold up my hand, “Stand down.”

She pierces me with a glare from stunning brown eyes, so dark they're almost black. The bartender hands me a towel, and I wipe my face, while staring at Gia with amusement.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have. I’m going to go now.”

She said no. I should go upstairs now instead of continuing to make myself look like a fool in front of my employees. There’s something about this woman. All day, every day, I have access to beautiful women. They never tell me they aren’t interested, as Gia did. They sure as hell don’t call me a pig. Whatever I want, they are only too happy to oblige. The way she looks at my body, hulking over hers, tells me she’s not being completely honest with me or herself. I run my hands up her arms, leaving goosebumps on her beautiful olive skin until I reach her neck, slide my hands into her hair, and gently pull her head back, “Bellissima, I cannot let you leave until I taste you. One kiss and you’re free to go.”

Her eyes move to my exposed forearms, showcasing my full sleeves, “I said I wasn’t interested,” she whispers with no conviction whatsoever.

I lean my head down, no longer seeking permission, and lick the seam of her lips, “Bella,” I say, meaning beautiful.

She moans when I slide my tongue into her mouth, sliding mine against hers, I grip her hair tighter, as I tilt my head to deepen our kiss. I know my employees are watching this, but I don’t care. Right now, there’s only us here.

She grabs onto my shirt, pulling me closer, and whimpers into my mouth.

I slide my hand up her skirt, caressing her thigh, and while she was into this before, now she’s not.

Gia freezes.

Pulling back from her, I lay my cards on the table, “Don’t go. Come with me.”

She shakes her head, “You said one kiss. That’s the only reason I allowed it. Now, let me go. Please let me go.”

This girl is a liar. Gia wants to pretend that kiss wasn’t hot as hell.

However, I am a man of my word. I have to let her go even though I want to throw her over my shoulder and carry her off and fuck her.

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