Page 9 of DeLuca: The Devil

“Bellissima, I wouldn’t be so sure of that if I were you.”

A tear rolls down her cheeks, “I’ll do anything. Please don’t tell him.”

I have no intention of having a conversation with Enzo Bianchi unless it ends with a bullet in his brain. Her friend crosses her arms in annoyance, glaring at me. Again, I ignore her.

“Come upstairs with me and I won’t tell him.”

She nods, but her friend grabs her arm, “You don’t have to go anywhere with him. He’s blackmailing you.”

Giada smiles reassuringly to her friend, “I’ll be okay. I promise.”

I grab her arm and walk across the club to the spiral staircase, and we walk upstairs, but not to my office, where Damian and our supplier wait for me. We walk past them to one of the VIP rooms overlooking the club. The windows are tinted; you can see out but can’t see in which is perfect for what I have in mind.

I gesture for her to walk in first, and she does, but I can tell she’s anxious. I close the door behind me and lock it. “Take your dress off.”

She turns to me with a shocked expression, “I can’t have sex with you. I can’t. They’ll kill me.”

I push her against the wall, “Only if you tell them.”

“I’m a v-v-irgin. He’ll know.”

I shouldn’t care after all. I’m going to kill this girl. However, her fear does something to me I don’t quite understand. She’s never going to marry Bianchi anyway. But I choose not to tell her that. Miss Baretti does not need to know what my plans are.

“I won’t fuck you. Take your dress off, Giada. Don’t make me tell you again.”

With trembling fingers, she reaches around her back, unzips the thin black material, and lowers it to the ground, while she trembles. She’s like a frightened deer and I love it.

“Fucking exquisite, Bellissima.”

She stands before me in a skimpy black lace bra with matching boy short panties. My final thread of control breaks, and I charge at her, take her face in my hands, and kiss her. At first, she doesn’t respond, but a moan forces her mouth open, and I slide my tongue into her sweet mouth. Giada is innocent yet sinful. Dark and light. Good and bad. No part of me should want her, but I want all of her. Even if I must take it by force. I swallow moan after moan as my hands travel up and down her body. My hands stop at her tits. My thumbs rubbing circles on her pebbled nipples.

I pull away from her lips, “You like that don’t you, Bellissima?”

“Yes,” she moans for me again.

“Have you ever had an orgasm?”

She shakes her head, “No. I’ve never.”

I hook my thumbs into the waistband of her panties and kneel as I slide them down her legs. Her pussy glistens in front of my face, so perfect, pink, and pretty.

The incredible scent between her legs is making me lose my mind. I growl, “Your future husband may be the first man to fuck you, but I get this. I’ll be the first man to make your body lose control from an orgasm.”

I lift her by her hips, and she wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her to a table. Every VIP room has a black sectional sofa and a large round table with chairs. I lay her on top of the black wood and spread her legs open, “When you come for me, Bellissima, I want to hear you. Hold nothing back. I want it all.”

She arches her eyebrow, “Maybe I won’t come.”

I chuckle, “You will. I won’t stop until you do. Be a good girl and come for me.”

Kicking the chair further away, I bend down and place a soft kiss on her swollen little clit. She jumps from the contact. Running my tongue from her opening to her clit has her moving her hips uncontrollably, so I pin her legs down, “Hold still, Bellissima.”

“I can’t. It’s too much.”

“Lay here and take it. Be a good girl. If you don’t, I’ll fucking tie you so you can’t move.”

I run slow circles with my tongue on her clit, and she moans loudly for me. The sounds she makes cause my dick to harden painfully. I want nothing more than to hold her down and shove my cock inside her. I told her I wouldn’t, and I don’t lie. Yes, the devil has a moral or two lying around.

Chapter Six

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