Page 69 of De Luca: The Saint

The truth is the temperature is fine. It’s not too warm or too cold. It’s Damian’s finger slipping inside me.

I’m relieved when Dalia’s attention returns to Domenic and Giada, asking a thousand questions about the baby.

Chapter Forty-Six

Damian

Kat clenches down on my finger, biting her lip to stop herself from screaming. Luckily, my family is engrossed in looking at Giada’s ultrasound picture, so they are blind to Kat coming for me.

I withdraw my finger from her, place it in my wine glass, and swirl it around. I glance at Kat’s wide eyes, then pick up my glass and take a sip.

“Mmm, this wine is delicious, taste it, Kitty Kat.”

I hand her the glass, and she raises an eyebrow but takes the glass from my hand and tentatively takes a sip.

Handing it back, she says under her breath, “You are filthy, Sir. And possibly a little depraved.”

I whisper in her ear, “Maybe I will take you back into the dungeon, Kitty Kat, so I can show you how filthy I can really be. You can pretend to be innocent, but we both know you love being my dirty little slut. Don’t you?” I speak low so nobody else overhears us.

Her lashes flutter as she raises her gaze to mine, her cheeks pink, as she admits, “Yes, Sir.”

“Let me see that ultrasound picture,” I say to Domenic because my cock can’t take much more of my attention on Kat. If I don’t refocus myself, I’m going to find myself taking her to the bathroom and fucking her. That’s not how I want this night to go. I don’t want a quick fuck over a counter, I want it prolonged and slow. I need to make her come repeatedly until she literally can’t take anymore.

Domenic gets up and hands me the little picture, “That’s the head,” he points, “the arms,” and he points to the side, “the legs.”

I nod my head in agreement, “Very nice. It looks just like you.”

He tilts his head, looking at the image, “You think so?”

I fight my grin, “Yep, you both look like aliens. In fact, I think I see the little one’s antennae.”

Domenic punches me in the shoulder, “Asshole.”

He catches me off guard when he gives me a meaningful look, saying, “It’s good to have you back.”

I swallow down my emotions, “It’s good to be back.”

That’s all I say because I don’t want to discuss what happened. I don’t want to think about it. I just want to move past it.

Kat reaches over and squeezes my hand like she knows how painful it is when it’s brought up.

I’m not proud of any of it. Not what I did to her, even though it wasn’t my choice, and certainly not how I handled things after the fact.

She stands and whispers in my ear, “It’s in the past, Damian. Step into the future with me.”

Jesus fucking Christ, this woman climbed into my damn heart and made a home for herself. I never want her to leave.

Even though we are not alone, I can’t fight it. I rise from my seat, grab her face on either side, I pull her closer, press my lips to hers, and kiss her like I’ll die without this moment. I swallow down her gasp as I slide my tongue against hers. Using my hands on her face, I tilt her head slightly, giving me more access to her mouth. I can feel the stares, but I don’t give a fuck. They can look all they want, my cock throbs in my dress pants, feeling ready to burst out in search of this vixen that makes me lose all self-control.

I break our kiss and stare into her ocean blue eyes, a little lost, a little drunk, when I hear Domenic say, “Jesus, Dame, I thought I was about to watch a porno.”

Everybody laughs except Kat and I. I'm locked in her gaze, in a prison of my own making, but I never want to be released.

“Are you ready?” I ask her, still ignoring the rest of the room.

She nods silently, and I rise, hoping my family doesn’t notice my hard-on, but at this point, I don’t care all that much. It’s obvious why we’re leaving. Nobody will care, though. We came, we ate, we listened to the announcement, I did what was required. Now, I’m going to fucking devour Kat.

After saying our goodbyes, we walk out to our waiting vehicle and get in. Ryan drives to my Penthouse.

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