Page 124 of The Devil's Fire

“Yeah? I get to fuck you every night. He doesn’t. I still win.” His tone was low and deep. It had me shuddering and almost moaning at his words. My heart raced as I closed the little distance between us and kissed him, savoring the moment.

“Get a room before you fuck each other in front of us all.” Raffaele's voice rang out, and I quickly pulled away in embarrassment.

Damiano released his grip on my hair, and we faced Raffaele. He stood by the entrance, hands on his hips, shaking his head disapprovingly at us. I had been too caught up in the moment that I hadn’t noticed a few of Damiano’s men were around too, amused by Raffaele’s comment.

“You’re such a creep!” I exclaimed with a scowl.

“How am I a creep when you’re the ones about to do it in the driveway?” He shouted with a smug grin, making me gasp in shock.

“You’re on my property. If I want to fuck her in my driveway, then I will. Whoever has a problem with it can get a bullet in the head.” Damiano stated calmly, not taking his eyes off me.

“Oh my God, just stop…” I was full-on blushing now. I grabbed my crutches to get away from them.

“Damn! Pussy is that good, huh?” Raffaele kept going.

“Raffaele!” I screamed at him. A mischievous grin spread across his face, clearly enjoying himself. “Don’t you have anything better to do?”

“Sadly, no.” He pouted. “Unless… you’re offering me something?” He wiggled his brows, blowing a kiss my way.

Raffaele’s eyes met Damiano’s for a split second before he bolted away as he laughed like a maniac. I looked at Damiano, only to see him in the process of tucking his gun away.

And they say I’m the dramatic one.

thirty-nine

Althaia

“Tell me again why you’re driving back home instead of flying. It will take like what? Five hours instead of forty?” Arianna asked while folding my clothes with Cara.

I had persuaded them to help me pack, saying it would go faster if I had extra hands helping me, and therefore, we could spend more time together. They agreed, but they just didn’t realize they were doing all the packing for me, while I only pretended to pack so I wouldn’t do a thing.

I truly am a genius.

“Because it’s a metal coffin.” I said, as if it was the most obvious thing.

“First butterflies, now planes?” She was not impressed at all.

“I’m not scared of flying. I just don’t like to fly alone. Like, what if the plane suddenly crashes? I don’t want to die alone.” I tried to explain how it was a legit fear of mine.

“I guess that is a reasonable excuse. Better than the butterfly excuse.” She teased.

“Just drop it already, okay? It’s a freaking flying caterpillar. It shouldn’t be flying in the first place!” I said defensively. While Cara laughed at our bickering, Arianna rolled her eyes and called me dramatic.

“So, you and Dom, huh?” Cara started and looked at Arianna with a grin.

“He is a hottie.” I winked at her. Dom was an attractive man with a skin color of an umber, a dark-brown color, and with amazing blue eyes. I could definitely see why she would be attracted to him.

“Those eyes…” Cara sighed dreamingly and then burst out laughing when Arianna sent her a glare.

“You two bitches are with my brothers. You better not talk about other men like that.” Her eyes narrowed at us.

“Oh, chill. It’s okay to look at the menu but not order.” I joked.

“Hell yeah!” Cara seconded.

“Really? So, it’s okay for Lorenzo to look at other women as long as he doesn’t engage in anything with them?” Arianna raised a brow.

“I will pluck his eyes out if he even glances at one.” Cara said with all seriousness.

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