Page 22 of De Luca: The Saint

“Nope.”

She frowns, “The Untouchables?”

I laugh loudly, “You’re so adorable. Deadpool.”

Grabbing her, I sit on the loveseat, pulling her down beside me as I grab the remote off the arm of the seat and click play. “Have you seen it?”

Kat shakes her head, “No. I don’t watch a lot of movies.” She cuddles into my side.

I wrap my arm around her as the movie starts. She sings along when Angel of The Morning by Juice Newton starts playing. Her voice is soft and sweet and twists something inside my chest. Suddenly, I imagine her rocking our infant in an oversized chair, singing nursery rhymes. I need to reign myself in, slow my fucking roll. What the hell is this woman doing to me? I don’t even want kids.

Suddenly, the thought of her belly swollen with my child is something I think maybe I do want. The first scene of the movie starts, and I force myself to focus on that instead of things I should not even be considering.

When Deadpool climbs into the front of the taxi, she giggles. Her eyes light up, as her cheeks pink slightly, “What? It was funny,” she says when she catches me staring at her.

Not even another naked woman could steal my attention from her. Every time she smiles, my heart seizes ever so slightly. Katherina doesn’t simply smile, her laughter makes you feel it, not just see it. Her joy is infectious.

My brother Drake is the grumpiest asshole I’ve ever met, and I bet she could make him smile. Not that I’ll let that pervert get close enough to her to find out.

I shake my head and focus back on the movie screen, “Nothing Angel. Now stop distracting me. I’m trying to watch a movie.”

Chapter Thirteen

Kat

Somehow, over the last hour or so, I ended up on Damian’s lap. His arms are wrapped tight around my waist, his face nuzzled in my hair.

I wiggle my ass where he’s hardening underneath me.

He groans, “Careful Angel. You will never get a chance to see how it ends.”

Reaching up, Damian brushes my hair off my neck and places soft kisses on my skin, causing my body to heat. “Katherina,” he speaks in a low, gravelly voice filled with emotion, “I’m falling for you, Angel. I need you like I need oxygen.”

“Damian,” I gasp, unsure how to respond to his heartfelt admission. Do I like Damian? Sure. Do I enjoy what he does to me sexually? Also, yes. But love him? No. I can’t allow myself to get that deep. Our beliefs are drastically different. For me, taking a life would never be an option. For him, it’s something he does with some kind of frequency. I don’t really know, but I assume. He’s a mobster, involved in drugs and whatever other crimes they commit consistently. Glancing at the screen, I spot the rolling credits as he moves his lips to my shoulder.

“Angel,” he growls with a ferocious need that makes my skin prickle. With no effort, he lifts me and turns me so I’m facing him, straddling his lap, “So beautiful.”

“Damian, we need to talk.”

He presses his finger over my lips, “No Angel. I don’t want to hear you say you don’t feel the same. The only thing I want to hear is you screaming my name.”

I reach up and run my fingers from his short beard to the side of his face, “I want to taste you, Damian.”

He groans as he thrusts his hips up, rubbing his length against my overheated pussy, “Are you asking to suck my cock, Kitty Kat?”

I pull my bottom lip between my teeth as my cheeks heat with embarrassment, but I nod yes.

He stands with me in his arms and sets me on my feet, “I’ll be right back. I want you waiting naked on your knees for me. Understood?”

“Yes.”

Damian shakes his head, “Yes, what?”

I stare at him in utter confusion, “Yes, Damian.”

He chuckles, “Sir will be the appropriate way to address me tonight, Angel.”

I whimper, “Yes, sir.”

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