Page 58 of DeLuca: The Devil

She backs away from me, “About what?”

“Leaving me. Fucking around on me. Do I look like a man that tolerates his woman being unfaithful?”

Tears spring from her eyes, “I-I would never cheat on you, Dom.”

“Yet, you thought it would be funny to take this, Miguel’s phone number, while your husband is upstairs packing for your honeymoon?”

She puts her hands on the back of the kitchen island, behind her, as I approach her, “I thought it was funny, but I was never going to call him.”

I grab her by her jeans, unbutton and unzip them, before pulling them with her panties down to her ankles, “Dom,” she gasps.

I spin her around and push her over the counter, holding her down by her neck with one hand. I undo my belt and zipper with the other and pull myself out of my pants, “Do you know why that is, little Wife?”

“Because I’m married,” she whimpers.

“No. I own every fucking inch of this body,” I slam into her, “Including this cunt.”

“Yes,” she cries.

I pull out and slam back into her causing her to whimper, “I won’t tolerate my wife entertaining other men, Giada. Do you understand?”

“Yes, but I wasn-”

I cut her off with a sharp smack to her ass, “Yes or no, little Wife.”

“Yessss,” she cries once again.

Letting go of her neck, I grab her hips, and fuck her with hard punishing thrusts.

“If you need a reminder of who you belong to in the future, I’m happy to give it to you.”

Giada holds onto the kitchen island for dear life as I fuck her harder and harder. The more I think about the conversation I heard, the more pissed off I become.

“If you wish Miguel to live, I strongly suggest you never speak of him again. If you call him, little Wife, Miguel is a dead man.”

The rage becomes so intense I’m afraid I might take this too far, so I pull out of her, do up my pants, and leave the room. I storm to my office and slam the door shut. Hopefully, Giada realizes I don’t want her here.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

GIADA

I’ve seen angry Domenic, but it’s never been directed at me, not like this. I pull my pants up and sit at the island with my head in my hands. I don’t know what to do. I would never cheat on him. Do I go upstairs and pack? Are we even going? Sliding off my chair, I decide it’s time to put my big girl panties on and deal with my possessive husband. He may be willing to just leave things, but I am not. Walking to his office, I swallow hard when I hear him screaming at someone. He’s still angry, like a volcano ready to erupt. I knock on the door and then enter.

“I’ll call you back,” he growls on the phone before disconnecting the call.

“Giada, you don’t want to be here right now. Unless you are here to beg for my forgiveness.”

I roll my eyes, “I am not here to beg for your forgiveness, Domenic. I am sorry you’re upset. I should have told her I was happily married and not interested in calling him. But I did nothing wrong. I am here to remind you that I love you and would never betray you in any way.”

Walking around his desk where he sits, I slowly, like a wary animal, climb onto his lap, “I will always be faithful to you, Dom. I could never want another. Only you.”

I run my hands up his chest, to his neck, and gently cup his face in my hands, “Only you.”

He places his hands in my hair, pulls my head back, and runs his tongue up the front of my throat, “You’re mine, little Wife.”

I moan, “All yours.”

Domenic licks the spot behind my ear, making me shiver, “I can’t stay mad at you.”

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