Page 24 of The Devil's Fire

“Come for me, Althaia. Let me have it.”

I pumped my fingers deeper and faster, curling my fingers inside of her as I stroked her clit. I felt her clenching around my fingers, and I grabbed the back of her neck as my mouth covered hers once again, swallowing her cries of pleasure with a low growl.

Her body quivered as she rode out her orgasm, dropping her head on my shoulder while panting heavily.

“Good girl.” I murmured and kissed her shoulder before slowly pulling out my fingers.

She faced me with her hooded eyes in time to see me licking her juices off my fingers. Her eyes were entranced by my movements.

“You taste heavenly.” My mouth turned up in a smirk when a blush crept across her face.

I was tempted to clean her sweet pussy with my tongue, and it took everything in me to refrain myself from doing so, knowing I would have to fuck her if my tongue tasted her pussy.

I helped her down from the counter, holding onto her waist to steady her when her legs wobbled. I cupped her chin to make her look at me.

“Believe me when I say those fucking bastards will never be able to make you come. Because I will cut off their hands before they could even try to touch you.” I promised. Her brows raised in shock, and I shot her a sly wink before I left the restroom.

“Holy fuck…” I heard her mumble to herself before the faucet turned on.

I had to take a minute to calm down and adjust myself. Once I made sure my length wasn’t about to burst free from my pants, I made my way back to the dining room ignoring Cara’s teasing smirk and my brother’s look as I passed them in the hall.

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Althaia

My thighs were still slick with my arousal, and I took my time cleaning myself up to gather my thoughts. I was left satisfied but also with a strange, conflicting feeling swirling around my body.

Have I lost my mind?

I could have stopped him. I should have stopped him from fucking me with his fingers. But I didn’t want to, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about it emotionally because my body betrayed me completely by reacting so quickly to his touch.

It must be the wine!

Yes. It was clearly the wine that prevented me from thinking rationally and had me spreading my legs for him like my life depended on it. I mean, for a split second, I thought it was over for me with how he was choking me.

I took in a deep breath and tried to fix myself, so it didn’t look like I just came all over a man’s fingers less than two minutes ago. A man who literally could snap my neck like it was nothing if he wanted to.

Yes, I have definitely lost my mind.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped back into the dining room, andmy body fluttered as I met Damiano's piercing eyes. His arm was at the back of my chair as he took a slow sip of whiskey. His face was emotionless, not even a flicker of recognition that we had done something that we shouldn’t have in the restroom.

“Darling, are you okay? You didn’t finish your dinner.” Morella asked and put her hand on my cheek. “Oh my, you’re burning!”

My father stood up and gave me a concerned glance. He pressed the back of his hand to my forehead, and the creases of his frown deepened.

“Figlia, are you okay? Do you need to rest?”

“No, no, I’m fine.” I said quickly and gave them a reassuring smile, but they didn’t look convinced. “I just need a little fresh air and I’ll be okay. I promise.”

“Yes, go get some fresh air. Dessert will be out in a little while.” Morella said, and luckily, they returned to their seats.

I gestured for Cara to follow me, my face flushing as I tried to avert my gaze from the piercing golden-brown eyes that were fixed on me.

As soon as we stepped out, the night breeze with its slight coolness touched my heated skin, and I briefly shut my eyes and breathed in the fresh air. My moment was interrupted when Cara grabbed my arm and dragged me away from the entrance. She stopped when we were hidden behind a large tree.

“Okay, spill it. What is going on between the two of you?” Cara raised her perfectly arched brow at me.

“Between whom?”

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