Page 120 of The Devil's Fire

“Put it on her face!” Arianna shouted in excitement while holding me in place.

“No! Okay, wait! I admit I’m scared of them. Happy? Now, let me go!” I tried to wiggle out of Arianna’s grip, but she only tightened her hold.

“Too late!” Arianna laughed, and Cara was closing in on me with the freaking disgusting butterfly. I thrashed and yelled at Cara to stay away, but none of it worked, so I did the only thing I could think of.

I fainted.

Well, I pretended to faint and got limp against Arianna.

“Shit, did she just faint?” Arianna said in shock and laid me down on the ground.

“Oh my God, Althaia?” Cara tapped her hand lightly against my cheek, trying to wake me up.

The sound of a chair abruptly falling to the ground made me snap my eyes open, seeing Arianna and Cara hovering above me. I quickly sat up and pushed them away, causing them to fall on their backs at the sudden move. It gave me a clear exit, and I got to my feet, getting away from them.

“You’re messing with the wrong bitch today!” I snickered, feeling like a genius with my plan.

Both Damiano and Lorenzo had stood up from their seats. Damiano was making his way towards me, only to pause when he realized I was fine.

“Don’t do that again.” He said with a frown, not pleased with the stunt I had pulled.

“I was not about to get a nasty butterfly on my face.” I told him as he pulled me into him. Even Lorenzo was shaking his head at me, but he looked to be entertained.

“See, Damiano! I told you she has great survival instincts. That was fucking genius.” Arianna erupted with surprise.

“Work smart, not hard.” I said proudly and looked at them with a grin. Cara walked up to me and smacked my head.

“Hey!” I scowled, but she just glared at me.

“Don’t pull shit like that again!” She gave me a warning look before going to her seat.

“How am I the bad guy here?” Before I could go after her and give her the same treatment, Damiano held me in place to look at him.

He leaned down, his lips trailing across my jaw before reaching my ear.

“You will be punished for it later.” He whispered.

thirty-eight

Althaia

I was dozing off in the car as Damiano was driving me to the clinic to get the stitches removed. It was too early for me to even be out of bed right now, but I had to make the most out of the day, since I had a lot of packing to do.

I looked at Damiano with my heavy eyelids. I needed at least five cups of coffee to get me going today.

“A little tired?” He gave me a half-smile, his hand caressing my thigh.

“It’s your fault.” I yawned.

When he said I would be punished, I didn’t know what he meant by it. He stripped me, blindfolded me, and tied me to the bed. Since I couldn’t see anything and only felt his touch, everything was heightened, which got me excited.

He painfully teased me as he kissed and sucked every inch of my body, while his hands roamed my most sensitive parts. And that was where his punishment began.

He wouldn’t let me come.

“Fuck, Damiano…” I writhed, unable to use my arms or even close my legs to feel some friction as he forced them to stay spread.

“Yes?” He taunted, feeling him smirk as he kissed the inside of my thigh, and having me hiss in frustration.

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