Page 181 of The Devil's Fire

“Yes, is there anything we can do for your stay to be more…satisfying?”

I let out a small gasp when I heard another woman.

With a scowl on my face, I walked across the bedroom to get to the lounge area. I stood by the doorway, watching the scenario in front of me. The sight of those women with their tops unbuttoned, revealing their cleavages, made my blood boil.

“I’m fine.” Damiano replied with an icy tone, completely ignoring them as he focused on his phone. My jaw clenched as I saw what he was wearing. Gray sweats and no shirt.

It almost felt like smoke was coming out of my ears in anger when they were hungrily eyeing him. Their eyes went down his body, resting on his bulge that was quite visible in his gray sweats.

I’m going to kill them and him!

“Maybe we should have gotten me a change of clothes before coming here.” I said as I walked out to them while looking down at the tank top I had taken from Damiano, pretending to be fixing it. I was actually fixing it because my nipples were almost showing.

Damiano looked up from his phone. His eyes slowly trailed down my body and his gaze stopped at my barely covered breasts. Whatever he was doing on his phone could wait as he carelessly tossed it on the couch.

He gave me a lazy smirk and motioned for me to come closer to him. With a gentle yet firm grip, Damiano wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me flush against his body.

“What’s the need for clothes when I plan to have you naked the entire time?” Damiano said with a mischievous grin on his lips. I blushed, not expecting him to say something like this in front of them.

As if remembering there were other people in our room, he looked at them with a blank look.

“What are you still doing here? Get out.” He told them sharply. They had been taking their sweet time setting the dishes on the table, thinking it was only him in here.

I grabbed some money from Damiano’s wallet to tip them. Unlike me, Damiano always carried a shitload of cash on him.

“Is there anything else we can get for you?” One of them asked once they were done, daring to sneak a glance at Damiano before resting her eyes on me.

“No, thank you.” I approached them with a smile on my face and handed over the money. Before she could take it, I pulled my hand slightly back and dropped my smile. “Oh, and don’t worry, I am making sure he is more than just satisfied.”

I shot them a sharp look and handed them the money. Their eyes dropped in shame and they scurried out. I shut the door with a bang and spun around to fix a fierce glare on Damiano.

“What the hell were you thinking?” I snapped. He raised a brow in surprise at my sudden outburst and tilted his head in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“You seriously think it’s okay for you to be dressed like that in front of other women?” I hissed. “Shirtless and wearing gray sweatpants?”

“What’s wrong with gray sweatpants?” He looked down at his sweats.

“You’ve got to be kidding me right now! Everything is visible!” I exclaimed in a furious tone, pointing directly at his crotch, where his rather impressive size was clearly visible. He wasn’t even wearing any underwear, and his sweats hung low on his hips. It only added to my frustration of them seeing so much of him.

Damiano looked at me with an amused expression as I practically shouted at him.

“Oh, so you think this is funny? How about I just pop outside like this for men to see?” I said. I had barely opened the door before his hand forcefully slammed it shut. He spun me around to face him, his glare murderous, while I gave an innocent smile.

“Do it, and I swear I’ll turn these walls into a horrifying canvas of red, painted with their blood for daring to lay eyes on you.” He growled, a menacing glint in his eyes.

“You see what I mean? It’s not funny.” I scoffed and crossed my arms.

“Don’t play that game with me, Althaia.” Damiano clicked his tongue. I leaned into him and jabbed my finger into his chest.

“You started it. I was about to commit my first murder.” I said, deadly serious about it.

"Hot.” He responded with a mischievous smile. He leaned down, his face inches away from mine. “Your eyes are so green right now. Green with jealousy.” Damiano laughed when I smacked his chest.

“You are seriously unbelievable.” I moved past him. I didn’t get far when he grabbed me, my toes barely touching the floor, and sat us down on the couch with me on his lap.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He kissed my cheek, making me a little less angry with him.

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