Page 22 of The Devil's Fire

I took a deep breath to compose myself and opened the door to return to the dining room.

I stopped dead in my tracks as Damiano stood in front of me, and the pool of heat returned between my legs with intensified force, making my clit throb almost painfully.

Damiano stepped in, making me take a few steps back until I was against the counter. He shut the door and locked it, never taking his eyes off me, and my heart was pounding inside my chest.

nine

Damiano

Fucking hell.

I pushed my chair back, keeping my face blank as I stalked off in the direction she went, not caring how the chatter paused.

I stopped right in front of the bathroom door, and when it opened, a small gasp escaped her plump lips. I gritted my teeth at the sound as my dick pressed painfully against my slacks.

I walked towards her. One slow agonizing step at a time, until her ass hit the sink behind her. I let out a satisfied grunt as my eyes trailed down her curves. I rested my hands on the sink, caging her between my arms as I leaned in closer to her, hearing her breath hitch.

“Do you have any idea what you have done?” I asked, my voice low and gruff. I watched her nervously gulp as she stared at me with those bright green eyes of hers.

“No.” She whispered. My hands tightened around the sink.

“You have no business showing up in your little, tight dress.” When my fingers brushed against her bare pussy, I almost fucking lost it. I cocked my head to the side. “Tell me, Althaia, what were you hoping to achieve wearing no underwear?”

“No panty lines.” She replied in the same breathy whisper. I briefly closed my eyes, my cock twitching at the sound of her breathy voice.

“No. Panty. Lines.” I slowly repeated.

I leaned in closer until my lips brushed the shell of her ear as I whispered, feeling her shiver as I did so.

“And when you bent over, letting every single one of those hungry men out there look at your ass?” I asked.

Her chest heaved and her hardened nipples brushed against my chest. My knuckles whitened as my grip on the sink tightened even more.

“Hoping I gave them a nice view.”

“It was a pleasant view. So much that I wanted to stab every single one of them in the eyes for even glancing at you.”

“Oh...” She breathed out. Her response caused me to smirk.

I looked at her angel-like face as she gazed at me with a swirl of excitement and curiosity in her eyes.

So open, like a damn book.

“You’re curious about the wrong things, Althaia. I’m not a good man. You should run.” I warned her.

“No, thank you.” I raised a brow at her reply, watching her as she studied my face, a smile threatening to break free on her lips. “I don’t run.”

“I will make you run.”

“Not going to happen. I would rather fight you than run.”

“Really?” I asked, amused.

“Yes.” She answered confidently.

A wicked smile appeared on my lips as I swiftly wrapped my hand around her throat. Her chest rose and fell when I slightly squeezed. A flash of fear appeared in her eyes, but excitement overpowered her so easily.

Silly woman. You should run.

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