Page 46 of The DeLuca Crime Family: Vol. 1

She glanced in the direction I indicated, then dropped her head back to meet my gaze again. I fucking loved how tiny she was compared to me. Yet, she could give as good as she got when things got rough in the bedroom. My sweet girl was a wild cat between the sheets. And my attraction to her had only increased in the years we’d been together.

“What’s out there?” she asked.

“A golf cart that will take us to the guest house.”

“The guest house?”

I knew she’d assumed we’d be staying in the mansion and had decided to keep our little retreat a surprise.

“All alone in the woods…with no one but me to hear you scream.”

Gianna licked her lips, and her hard little nipples brushed my arm as she pivoted and began saying quick goodbyes, with fake yawns when someone questioned why we were leaving so soon.

Damn she was cute. And sexy as fuck.

I watched her hips sway and willed my dick to go down so I didn’t have a tent in my pants as I followed her across the room. When she reached the door we would use to leave, she opened it, then looked back at me and winked.

“Hurry it up, husband. I want to go for a ride.”

My eyes heated, and I quickly pushed her out the door, slamming it behind me. “You’re playing with fire,belissima,” I growled, dragging her toward the golf cart. “If you keep this up, we won’t make it to the cottage before I have you bouncing on my cock.”

“Is that supposed to be a threat, Nic?” she asked breathily. “Or a promise?”

“Both,” I grunted with a wicked grin.

Later, after I’d fucked her on the cart, in the front room of the cottage, and twice in bed, I stared down at my sleeping wife.I was still in awe that this angel belonged to me. My soul was as black as they came, but without her, I wouldn’t have one at all.

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