Page 71 of De Luca: The Saint

I pull out my cell phone when I hear it alert me to a new text message. Opening the text from Kat has my cock growing even though I’m pissed at her.

I’m sorry, Sir. I shouldn’t have said those words to you.

I’m waiting for you to let me make it up to you.

Another message comes through from her, this time a picture.

I stare at the image of her in my basement, naked on her knees, holding a riding crop in one hand, and I assume her phone in the other.

My eyes take in every inch I can see in this one picture. Her dark hair hangs around her shoulders. Her blue eyes look almost pleading, and those pretty little nipples are pebbled, begging for attention. I can’t see her pussy, but somehow, I know it’s wet. I lick my lips, imagining her taste on my tongue as I walk to the basement. When I reach the bottom step, I spot her, waiting on her knees for me, her thighs slightly parted, her gaze reaches mine and all the breath leaves my lungs.

“Exquisite,” I say after managing a breath. “You’re breathtaking, Angel. Fucking. Breathtaking.”

With a tilt of her head, she smiles sweetly, “Thank you, Sir.”

I grab the riding crop from her hand and toss it across the room, “I’m not going to punish you, Kitty Kat. I will never punish you for expressing your feelings.”

“I didn’t mean what you thought.”

Having a serious conversation while she’s naked on her knees is difficult at best. Still, I will my cock to chill the fuck out, “Tell me what you meant.”

I want to know, and I know she needs to set the record straight if she meant something other than what she said.

“I don’t think of mobsters as family men. It’s just strange to me, but Domenic and Giada are happily married.” She takes a deep breath, “Damian, I didn’t mean you’d be a bad husband, that’s not what I think.”

I drop to my knees in front of her, take my hand, and caress the side of her face, “I understand.”

Shaking her head, she says, “I’m not done.”

I nod silently, telling her to continue. When she gazes into my eyes, it feels like the earth shifts, righting itself, “I would say yes, if you ever asked.”

My heart swells with powerful emotion. This beautiful woman would agree to be my wife. After everything we’ve been through, she would choose me. A murderous mobster that doesn’t deserve her.

“I will ask Kitty Kat in the nicest way I’m capable of but not right now, not like this. Not with you naked when all I can think about is burying my cock to the hilt, inside that sweet pussy.”

After I remove my shirt, she gawks at me like she’s in awe of my body. I don’t hate it when she looks at me like this. Rising from my feet, I remove my pants and boxers. I toss them aside, walk over to the bed, and pick up a throw pillow. I walk back over to her, “Put this under your knees. I don’t want you to be in pain.”

She stands, places the pillow on the floor, and kneels as she whispers, “Thank you, Sir.”

Kat darts her tongue out and licks her lips as she stares at my cock with want. Her lashes flutter, and her gaze reaches my face, “May I?”

I nod, “Yes. You never need to ask permission.”

She runs her hands up the skull tattoo on my abdomen. Her lashes flutter lightly as she stares at me with something that looks like adoration before bringing her hand back down until she reaches my cock. Kat wraps her tiny hand around my length and strokes me gently, causing me to groan.

“Fuck, Kitty Kat.”

When she opens her mouth and flattens her tongue, running it from my balls, over my piercings, to the weeping head, I hiss in a breath. Kat continues fucking my dick with her hand while she dips her tongue into the slit, licking out the pre-cum. Slowly, she slides her mouth and hand over my length while she gently caresses my balls with her other hand. Jesus Christ, she’s a goddamn vision. Tears well in her eyes when she begins to gag, but she doesn’t slow down. If anything, she increases her speed.

“Fuck. You suck me so well, Kitty Kat.”

The moan she releases vibrates against my cock and snaps my patience like a twig. I slide both of my hands into her hair, wrap the strands around my fists, and hold her still, while I thrust into her throat.

“Breathe through your nose. I’m going to cum,” I grit out the rest, “in that tight little throat.”

Every time I feel the back of her throat, I get closer. She feels fucking fantastic, and when she squeezes my balls gently with a deep moan, I lose complete control. I fuck her mouth at a frenzied pace. More tears fall from her eyes, her cheeks are wet with drool, that’s the image I get to see as my abs tighten, and I grunt out my release, coming down her tight throat.

I stare at her on the floor. I’m breathing heavily, and I realize what I just did. I treated her like one of my whores. I went too far. I didn’t ask her beforehand for consent to do that to her. Panic grips hold of my chest. Losing Kat has become my greatest fear.

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