Page 13 of De Luca: The Saint

Damian

Katherina making herself come on my cock is the most beautiful sight in this world. The way her entire body looks like it’s taken over with pleasure, makes me only crave her more. I know she wanted this to be a one-time thing, but it can’t be. I’m nowhere near done with her. I’m not sure I ever will be. I can get laid every night of the week, and normally, I do. There’s something about her that’s different from the others. I don’t know what it is but fuck me if I don’t want more of it. Already, I’m completely obsessed with her. Kat and I make absolutely no sense. She’s good. I’m evil. Still, I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything. She’ll come around when she realizes I always get what I want. Nobody tells me no. Kat will be no different.

I grab her hips and move her up and down my cock, slamming into her with every upward thrust. It doesn’t take me long to finish after listening to her cries for me. I hold her hips down firmly as I empty myself inside the sweetest cunt I’ve ever known. She collapses on my chest, both of us breathing heavily. I wrap my arms around her and hold her tight.

Once our heart rates return to normal, she asks, “Why do they call you the saint?”

I chuckle, “Apparently, I have a thing for saving women. I can’t handle them being beaten and raped. Even if I don’t know them personally, I have to rescue them. Don’t let that nonsense confuse you, Angel. I’m no saint.”

She scoots up my chest, causing my cock to slip free from its new favorite place, and buries her face in my neck, “So you’re a bad guy that does good things?”

The truth is, I’m a bad guy who does bad things. I don’t save the women for them, it’s self-serving, I do it for myself. I think it’s my way of making up for not saving my mom. We were too late to save her. I never want women to go through what she did. The videos we got still haunt me. I don’t think it’s something I’ll ever get over. Watching my mother and baby sister being raped, listening to their cries, the sheer terror on their faces, stays with me, every fucking day. How could I not save a woman that’s going through that? I’m an asshole but not a complete monster.

“We’re all sinners, Damian. We do bad things but it doesn’t define us. If we choose, we can do better.”

I roll her over to her back and stare into her eyes, “Kat, you’re so good. My sweet angel. I want you. I need you. But I’ll never change for you. I am a bad man but I’ll never hurt you. That will have to be enough.”

“Okay.”

I pull her back into my arms, “Sleep Angel.”

She lays her head on my shoulder, places her hand on my face, and sighs, “Okay Sinner.”

Unlike me, she falls asleep nearly instantly. Insomnia is my closest friend. I lie awake, watching her as she sleeps. She shifts, stretching her leg over mine, her dainty hand on my chest, and her scent surrounds me, lulling me into a rare slumber.

For the first time in a long time, there were no nightmares about my mom and sister. I stretch as I slowly wake and reach for Kat. I open my eyes to an empty bed. Touching the side where she slept, I find it cold. I get up and pull on a pair of sweatpants while searching for her. Maybe she’s making coffee. When I make it downstairs, I quickly come to the conclusion that she’s gone. Kat is nowhere in sight, and neither are her clothes. She simply left. I know this means she’s planning to avoid me. My sweet little angel, you can’t avoid me. You can run, but I’ll find you. I’ll always fucking find you. I fucked her. I claimed her. She’ll never be free of me. Kat won’t live a life without me. She’s mine. All fucking mine.

I make myself a pot of coffee before checking my emails and messages. I pour myself a cup in my ‘Asshole’ mug Drake got me for Christmas last year. I take a sip as I look at my text messages. The first one I open is from my brother, Domenic.

Hey Fucker. Explain to me why

my bar manager quit. Somehow, I

know it has something to do with you.

Kat?

She’s my only bar manager, so yes, Katherina.

I dial his number. I’m not doing this over a fucking text message.

He picks up after two rings, “Explain.”

I sigh as I run a hand through my hair, “What did she say?”

Chuckling, he says, “Not much. I’m sorry for not giving notice. I have to go back home. That about sums it up.”

When she left me in the middle of the night, I wasn’t pissed. Disappointed sure. Not pissed. Now though? I’m pissed. Fucking furious. One, because she should’ve had a conversation with me. Two, she’s putting herself in jeopardy. I know damn well she doesn’t have the money to be without a job. For that alone, she’ll be punished. Her first job is taking care of herself, and she’s not doing that. Going home? To Vegas? I fucking think not.

“Damian, are you there?”

I snap back to my brother, “Yeah. I’m fucking here. What’s her address?”

Domenic groans with obvious annoyance, “Just let her be. We’ll find another manager. With what we pay it won’t be difficult.”

“No,” I growl, “Have Cole fill in tonight. Don’t fill the job. Not until I get back to you. I need her address, Domenic.”

He sounds shocked and stunning my brother is not an easy task, “What is it with this woman? I don’t get it.”

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