Page 5 of De Luca: The Saint

I roll my eyes at my brother’s absurdity, “Don’t be ridiculous. After I’m done with her, you’ll find a new manager.”

I know Katherina doesn’t have any money, so I’ll send her off with enough to live off of for at least a year. I’m not a complete asshole.

He runs a hand through his hair in agitation, “The next one will be a man unless you’ll fuck him too.”

I chuckle, “Have a good night.”

Walking over to Kat, I grab her hand, “Let’s go.”

I ignore Domenic’s heated gaze as we walk to the door and my waiting driver. After I help Kat in, I slide in beside her.

My driver asks, “Where to, Boss?”

Without taking my eyes off her, I answer, “The Penthouse.”

Kat’s eyes grow wide with panic, “What? Your house? I thought we were having dinner.”

Running my hand up the side of her neck, I whisper, “Shhh Kitty Kat, it’s okay. We are having dinner. My chef is the best chef in the entire state.”

She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and chews nervously. Fuck me, I want to devour her until there’s nothing left of her but a quivering mess.

Her big blue eyes watch me cautiously, “Do you do this a lot?”

“Eat?” I ask with a smirk, “Frequently. Usually a few times a day.”

Kat rolls her eyes, “With employees.”

I chuckle, “Nope. First time. You're taking my virginity, Kitty Kat.”

She turns the brightest shade of red, coloring her beautiful pale cheeks, “Oh my God.”

I run the pad of my thumb across her bottom lip as she murmurs, “I want to make sure we keep things professional.”

“Yeah?”

She nods.

I smile, “Yeah, we should probably do that. You can call me, Sir.”

“Yes sir,” she whispers, and my cock is ready to burst out of my dress pants.

“Open.”

Again, her eyes grow wide, but she does as she’s told. I push my thumb into her mouth, “Now suck.”

Much to my surprise, not only does she listen, she sucks on my digit like she’s a natural-born cock sucker. Fuck me. When she moans, I nearly lose my mind, ready to take her in the back of the car with my driver watching us. I’d have to kill him afterward, but that’s fine with me, I’m not exactly attached to him. Somehow, I think she might have an issue with that, though.

I pull my thumb out of her mouth, “You’re a good girl, aren’t you, Kitty Kat?”

She nods silently.

If she were one of my whores there would be no dinner. I’d immediately take her upstairs to my bedroom and get rid of these blue balls. For her, I’ll make it through dinner first. Then I’m sliding my cock between those sensual lips and fucking her throat.

Chapter Four

Kat

I’ve been told I’m naive, and it’s true, but even I know this isn’t just dinner. I have never had a boss stick his thumb in my mouth and tell me to suck. Nobody does that, right? Except for this guy who, contrary to his nickname, is most definitely not a saint. Why did I do it, though? I don’t think many people tell Damian De Luca no. It’s not that I think he’ll kill me if I tell him no. If I’m honest with myself, I didn’t want to refuse. That was the single hottest moment of my rather boring life. With his dark hair, dark eyes with the slightest gold fleck to them, his seductive voice, and tattoos as far as the eyes can see, this man stuck his thumb in my mouth, and so help me God, I wanted to taste him. It was a one-time thing. I may be young and naive, but I know far better than to get tangled up with a mafia man, no matter how gorgeous he is. And he is gorgeous.

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