Page 83 of The DeLuca Crime Family: Vol. 1

A corner of her mouth lifted in a smirk and my eyes lifted to meet her laughing green orbs. She must have seen the heat in my expression, and I glared at her. She snickered and I rolled my eyes as I headed towards the compound exit, lifting her into my arms and keeping her close to my chest.

Once we hit the access road, I helped her into one of the trucks we’d kept hidden in the brush off to the side. Hauling myself up, I sat beside her and shut the door before tugging her onto my lap. She squirmed, glancing at the other guys, but when she saw my face, she stilled. “Don’t push me, kitten,” I ground out quietly, for her ears only. “You’re in enough trouble as it is.” She pouted, and I stifled a smile at how damn adorable she was. I loved her so fucking much.

We left the other vehicle for the handful of men still inside the gates and took off for the airstrip. As we drove, the anger inside me simmered, a tornado of other emotions feeding it.

The plane was fueled and ready to go so we boarded, settling in to wait the last fifteen minutes for the rest of our party to catch up. They arrived with five minutes to spare and we took off.

Having Carly in my embrace was the only thing keeping me sane during the three-plus hours we were in the air. I wanted nothing more than to strip her down and worship her body, feel her wrapped around me, and hear her calling my name in ecstasy rather than fear. But I wasn’t about to take her on a plane full of men, particularly ones who worked for us. Even if there was a bedroom on board. Besides, she’d fallen asleep on my lap a few minutes after we hit cruising altitude, clearly worn the fuck out.

She didn’t stir until the plane’s tires hit the runway. Sitting up, she stretched and I held in a groan at the sight of her perky tits and the wiggle of her bottom over my groin. The guys on board wisely kept their eyes averted.

I lifted her into my arms, ignoring her protests and exited to find Nic waiting beside two black Town Cars. He opened a back door, waiting as I got Carly settled on the bench seat. I stood back up and met his gaze, trying to find the words to express my gratitude.

He shook his head. “Unnecessary. You’re family.”

I gave him a chin lift before sliding onto the seat next to my wife, throwing an arm around her shoulders and hauling her up against my side. A little sigh escaped her mouth, and I felt it all the way down to my hardening dick.

My eyes were drawn down to the sight of her chest lifting and falling with each breath. Under Thomas’ damn, fucking shirt. I held my patience until we were inside our home, several men posted around the perimeter for my peace of mind.

“I don’t like seeing you in another man’s clothes, kitten,” I growled.

“I figured Tommy’s shirt was better than my slip, which is pretty damn close to being naked,” she shrugged.

“That was then,” I snapped. “And this is now. Take it off. Naked is perfect for what I’ve got planned for you.”

She wasn’t quick enough for my liking, and I whipped it over her head. Her slip was dirty, and it hit me that she might want to get clean. To wash away the filth of her ordeal, both literally and figuratively. I scooped her up and stalked to the master bath, setting her down in front of the vanity. Reaching in, I turned on the shower before facing her again. I frowned, gripped the dip in her neckline and ripped the garment down the middle.

She gasped and reached out, grabbing onto my biceps to steady herself. I cradled her face in my hands and kissed her gently, loving the sweet moan she emitted. Her hands slid up my arms to wrap around my neck and I yanked her into me, plastering her skin to mine, crushing my mouth over hers.

I stumbled backward until we were inside the glass walls of the shower. Tearing my lips from hers, I tested the water temp before stepping under, bringing her with me. She moaned at the sensation and that sound, along with the sight of water sluicing down her naked body, had my cock stretching the skin painfully tight.

I told the fucker to be patient and set to the task of scrubbing my woman from head to toe. She continued to make sweet little sounds of delight as I ran soapy hands over her, rinsed her, and washed her hair. When her body was pink and clean, I guided her down to her knees in front of me.

“You disobeyed me, and now you’re going to make it up to me. Open up,” I commanded.

Parting her lips, she submitted to my demand, taking my rock hard dick into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. “Suck my cock, kitten,” I grunted. Her tongue swirled around the tip before she sucked it, causing me to yell. “Oh, fuck yeah. Takeme deeper, kitten, yes!” She went to town on my dick, practically swallowing me whole. “Fuck! Carly!” I exploded unexpectedly and I bellowed her name as I released, pouring come down her throat. I came so hard I was dizzy with the stars dancing in front of my eyes.

Once I was steady enough, I helped her up and spun her around to face the wall, placing her palms firmly on the stone. I dropped to me knees behind her, with the firm globes of her ass in my hands. I spread the cheeks, enjoying the view. “Look at that pretty pussy,” I purred before leaning in and taking a long lick through her folds. “You’ve been a naughty little pussy cat though, kitten.”

I sat back and slapped one ass cheek, leaving a red handprint on her creamy, white skin and pre-come leaked from the tip of my dick. I gave the other cheek the same treatment, then rubbed them to soothe the sting. Before repeating the whole process two more times.

“I know you feel you need to earn your position, kitten. But it’s my job to keep you safe. Don’t ever disobey me like that again, not when it comes to your well-being.” I spanked her again. “Are we clear?” I asked.

She moaned, and I slapped each cheek once more. “Words, kitten.”

“Yes, damn it!” she snarled, clearly irritated to be giving in, but it ended with a moan when I swiped my tongue through her folds again.

“Good girl. Now I can give you what you need, baby.”

I plunged my tongue inside of her and she cried out, her pussy clamping down and her juices running down my chin. I would never get enough of her taste. I began to tongue fuck her as one hand played with her clit, twisting and plucking.

Her cries became louder and more frantic. “Yes! Yes! Ah, ah, oh!” Then she screamed my name as I replaced my tongue with a finger and sucked hard on her clit.

“Mmmm, so delicious,” I murmured as I licked up her back, getting to my feet. Once I was standing, I cupped her tits and pressed my erection against her lower back. “Feel how much I need you?” I whispered with a lick to the shell of her ear. I squeezed and massaged her tits and she shuddered, whimpering. “My cock is desperate to be inside you, to feel you gripping me with your tight pussy.”

I pulled her hips out, then used one palm to press her down. Putting both hands on her hips, I bent my knees, lowering just enough to line my cock up with her entrance and thrust inside. I yanked her back against me as I drove up deep into her pussy, our skin slapping together as I bottomed out.

“Fuck, you feel good,” I groaned, pulling almost all the way out and driving back in. Come was dripping from my cock, my balls drawing up tight, but I wasn’t ready to let go yet. I set a punishing rhythm, slamming into her, our mixed cries of pleasure echoing off of the walls.

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