Page 44 of DeLuca: The Devil

The door opens, and the spell is broken, “Get off me!”

I step back and let her exit the elevator before me.

She walks over and sits on the edge of the bed. Looking around the room, she gets up, and starts grabbing the decorative throw pillows from the sofa and lines them down the middle of the bed, “There. That’ll work, I suppose,” she murmurs to herself as if she’s pleased she has found a solution to a problem.

I chuckle, “Are you afraid you won’t be able to keep your hands to yourself, Wife?”

She places her hands on her hips and glares at me, “It’s not me, I’m worried about.”

I walk over beside her and grab the pillows, one by one, and chuck them across the room, “I told you, I will not fuck you until you’re ready for it. But this… we aren’t doing this.”

Tears well up in her eyes, “What if…” She bites her lip before she continues, “What if you change your mind in the middle of the night. I mean, you want to, right?”

“Want to what?” I ask for clarification, making sure I answer the correct question.

“Fuck me,” she says while staring at the ground like she can’t look at me while she says the words.

“Bellissima, yes of course I want to fuck you, so bad it hurts. I’m not either of those men. I would never keep you chained up like a goddamn dog. And I will not fuck you until you tell me you want it. If I need the release that badly, I can take care of it myself. I do not need to rape my wife in the middle of the night to get off.”

She lowers herself back onto the edge of the bed, “I don’t really have a say, but just so I know, are you sleeping with other women?”

“Bellissima, I have not been with another woman since I met you. I don’t want any other woman, only you. If that means waiting a year to have sex again, fine. Five years? So-fucking-be it. I will wait a lifetime if that’s what it takes.”

“Why can’t I remember, Dom?”

I sit beside her, “Let me kiss you, baby. I promise, I won’t take it further. Maybe it’ll help you remember something.”

She chews on her lip. I’m sure she’ll say no, then she nods, “If I push you away, will you stop, please?”

“Always.”

Turning to me, she says, “Then kiss me.”

I run my hand into her hair, “Bellissima. Beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”

Staring into her stunning dark eyes, she whispers, “Are you going to kiss me?”

Leaning in closer to her, I speak low, “I have not kissed my wife in over a year. I’m going to cherish every fucking second of it.”

I close the gap between us and softly press my lips to hers, she moans, parting her lips slightly, and I take advantage of it by sliding my tongue into her warm, wet mouth. I don’t know how long she’ll allow this, but I’m not stopping until she tells me to.

The same way as she used to, she runs her dainty fingers up my arms, around my neck, and into my hair.

I tilt my head to change the angle of our kiss, wanting more of her, all of her.

Giada whimpers into my mouth as she tugs on my hair. She can say she feels nothing for me, but this kiss says otherwise.

Gently, I pull her hair, forcing her head back so I can get access to her neck. I run my tongue all over her sweet flesh, “Bellissima, you still taste like the sweetest-fucking-candy.”

She freezes, “Dom, say that again.”

I chuckle, “You still taste like the sweetest-fucking-candy.”

“Dom, you said that before.”

“Bellissima, you remember?”

“No,” she says as she presses her neck against my lips, “No. It’s familiar, but not a memory.”

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