Page 67 of De Luca: The Saint

She snuggles closer to me, “I love the way you smell.”

Lifting her head, she presses her lips to mine in a soft, sweet kiss. I grip her thigh under her dress before moving my hand to her naked ass, just the way I like it.

Chapter Forty-Five

Kat

I rise slightly and kiss him quickly, “I like you not driving.”

Pressing his face into my neck, he inhales with a groan, “I think I could live off this fucking scent.”

The driver pulls up to the house and stops, “We’re here, Boss.”

Damian gazes at me as if he’s lost in thought, rubs his thumb over my cheek, and his eyes drop to my lips, “This is a beautiful shade of lipstick on you, Kitty Kat but it’s going to look even better on my cock later.”

How does he do that? Say something so dirty that it makes me clench my thighs. “Hmm,” he murmurs, “You like that don’t you, Kitty Kat? Do you like it as much as me feasting on that pretty little cunt?”

I moan in his arms, causing him to chuckle lightly, “Come on, Angel.”

Sliding off his lap, he opens the door and gets out before extending his hand to help me. He may be a mobster, but with me, he’s always a gentleman. He takes my hand in his, and we walk up to the house together. We’re quickly torn apart when the door opens, and Giada and Domenic greet us. She pulls me into a hug I’m not sure I’ll ever get out of.

Domenic slaps Damian on the shoulder affectionately, and they walk away.

Giada is bubbling with excitement, there’s something different about her, but I can’t pinpoint it. She’s glowing like she’s lit up from the inside out. She grabs both of my hands, “I’m so happy you’re here,” she sighs a contented sigh, “together.”

I laugh, “Me too.”

She covers her mouth excitedly, like something just occurred to her, she gasps loudly, “You could be my sister-in-law!”

Shaking my head at her, I giggle, “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I don’t think that’s in the cards.”

She waggles her eyebrows with a grin, “If you believe that then you’re looking at the wrong deck, Kitty Kat.”

Luckily, I’m saved by Domenic yelling, “Ladies in here.”

She rolls her eyes, “He’s supposed to be working on his patience. I think he has a long way to go.” She grabs my hand and pulls me into their great room. And it really is great.

It’s a massive living room, if you can even call it that, with floor-to-ceiling windows. Several sofas are in the room as well as oversized chairs. I spot Damian sitting in one of the chairs. His eyes connect with mine, his gaze is powerful, and I know his command without him uttering a word. I walk over to him. Maybe I should be embarrassed in a room full of his family, but I’m not. I lower myself onto his lap. He brushes the hair from my neck and places a few soft kisses on my skin before whispering in my ear, “Good girl.”

A stunning brunette with striking emerald eyes stares at us. Is this? No, he wouldn’t bring me here knowing an ex of his is here. He wouldn’t, would he?

He senses my tension, “Angel, what is it?”

I turn my attention to his face, “It’s just…” Shaking my head, I try to clear my thoughts but can’t, “That woman is staring at us like…”

He chuckles, “I guarantee you it’s not what you think. Let’s clear this up.”

“Dalia,” he yells to her, “Come here please.”

“No,” I gasp into his neck.

If she and him, I can’t even bring myself to finish that thought, but if she’s an ex, the last thing I want is to meet her. I’ve met one woman from his past, and that caused more problems than I’m interested in going through again.

“Yes, Grumpy?” She says as she approaches. This woman is stunning. Even supermodels have nothing on her.

“Dalia, this is Katherina, Kat, this is my sister, Dalia.”

She takes my hand, pulls me off Damian’s lap, and pulls me in for a hug that feels like it says so much, even though not a word is spoken.

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