Page 63 of De Luca: The Saint

He groans, “Fucking never,” as he kisses my neck passionately.

I giggle in his arms, “Are you into golden showers by any chance?”

He pulls back from feasting on my neck and arches his eyebrow with surprise, “No. Why?”

“If you don’t let me up, you’re going to get one.”

Placing a quick kiss on my lips, he flashes me an evil grin, “I’ll let you up but you’re going to pay for it later.”

Jumping off the bed, I feign annoyance, “Pay for having to pee? I should be ashamed of myself.”

I run to the bathroom attached to my bedroom, shut the door, and lock it so I can do what I need without interruption.

“Kitty Kat, I have no interest in watching you pee but so you know, if I did have that particular kink, the locked door wouldn’t stop me.”

After I wash my hands, I crack the door open, “Just for that comment, I think I’ll take a shower by myself,” I stick my tongue out, and he charges after me. I try to lock the door, but he’s too fast.

He pushes the door open and, within a second, is standing in front of me. Grabbing my hair, he wraps it around his fist, “Kitty Kat, you’re very lucky that I’m even letting you take a shower instead of watching my cum leak from that pretty little cunt.”

“You’re a filthy, filthy man, Damian.”

He chuckles against my neck, “I think you like it dirty, Kitty Kat.”

“Maybe.”

He lets go of my hair and turns the shower on, “Let’s get that shower you want to have, I have to leave soon.”

I swallow the lump in my throat and try to pretend everything is fine.

He smacks me on the ass, “In you go, the temperature is just right.”

I climb in the shower, and he gets in behind me, spins me around, tips my head back under the water, and begins washing my hair.

“Are you going to tell me what’s bothering you, Kitty Kat?”

He gets some of my shampoo from my wall dispenser and lathers my hair.

“Nothing is wrong.”

Damian shakes his head and then narrows his gaze at me, “It’s been a while since we’ve had a conversation about communication, Kat. Do we need to do that now? Have you forgotten how important it is? I have to know how you’re feeling, or this doesn’t work. And fuck me, I want this to work.”

I shrug as he finishes rinsing my hair, “It’s stupid. It doesn’t matter.”

He grips my chin gently with his thumb and forefinger, “No Kitty Kat, if you’re feeling something it’s not stupid. It always matters. If I didn’t want to know, I would not have asked.”

I roll my eyes, “Stupid girl thoughts. You’re leaving. So, my mind is going a mile a minute. Will I see you again? Was this just a one-night thing? Where are we going? All the stupid shit girls think about.”

Damian leans in and kisses me hard. I moan, and he pulls back with a chuckle, “I have work to do today. I am in no way done with you, Kitty Kat. In fact, I know it might be too soon, but I want you to come to family dinner with me tonight.”

He smiles, “Giada will be there. Domenic tells me you’re friends now.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to impose on family time.”

Leaning forward, he bites my neck, causing me to yelp, “Yes, I’m fucking sure. I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t.”

Stepping back from me, he quickly washes us off, “I really have to go. I wish I didn’t, but I need to help Domenic with something.”

I raise an eyebrow, “How many people are you going to kill today, Mobster?”

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