Page 55 of DeLuca: The Devil

When we arrive, they go to the basement, but I head upstairs to see Giada.

I walk in and am utterly confused by the conversation I hear. My wife says, “I know, but can you believe he had two monster cocks? Could you imagine?”

Willow hangs her head back, “No that’s not it. It’s the part where his tongue is split down the middle, and he can fuck her with it while licking her clit at the same time.”

I cross my arms over my chest, “Is one cock not enough for you, Bellissima?”

Giada turns to me, her cheeks three shades of red, “Oh my God. No. N-n-o, it’s a book.”

My wife thinks I don’t know she reads smut, especially monster smut, but I know everything she does. Once her shock and embarrassment wear off, she runs over to me and jumps into my arms, “Dom. You came back.”

I kiss her neck, “I’ll always come back. Always. There’s no scenario where I don’t, Bellissima.”

I carry her off to Max’s office, yelling to Ivy and Willow, “I need to talk to my wife.”

Setting her on Max’s desk, I step between her legs, “Baby, Anthony is in the basement.”

She nods, “Okay, I’m ready.”

I shake my head, “Hold on. He has already said some vile things. I want you to really think about this before proceeding.”

She wraps her legs around me, “Can you gag him? You know, so he can’t talk?”

I rub my hand over my chin, “I can do better than that. Whenever you're ready, baby.”

Placing her hands on my chest she smiles confidently, “I’m ready. Let's finish this.”

I lift her off the desk, “Let’s finish this.”

Taking her hand, we walk to the elevator as she shouts her goodbyes to the smut club. She’s quiet on the ride down to the basement, “If you want to leave, you leave.”

Giada squeezes my hand, “Stop. I’ll be fine. I’ve been through worse than this. This was my fantasy for a year.”

I let go of my wife and approach Mia, the crazy one, “Can I borrow your knife?”

She grins, “Who am I to turn down the devil?” she says as she places the blade into my hand.

“Thank you.”

“What are you doing with it?”

I smile, “I’m going to cut his tongue out. My wife has no interest in hearing anything more from him.”

“Hold on!” She jumps up excitedly, “We have a device for that.”

Mia runs off and then returns with forceps, “Use that to hold his tongue, and don’t go too far back if you don’t want to cut the lingual artery.”

I arch an eyebrow, “Impressive, crazy one. Impressive.”

She giggles, “I’ve done this before.”

I walk up to Baretti, chained to the floor on his knees like a little bitch, plug his nose and wait. Once he opens his mouth, I force it wider, and grab his tongue with the forceps while he screeches and shakes his head back and forth like a rabid dog, “Barbaric, isn’t it?”

Slicing his tongue off, I drop it to the floor while he screams more.

“Any last words, Wife?”

I glance back at my world, “Can I come up there?”

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