Page 256 of The Devil's Fire

“If it wasn’t because you’re tired, I would have fucked you so thoroughly that your voice would go hoarse, and you wouldn’t be able to walk straight.”

I drew in a sharp breath, squeezing my thighs together.

“I don’t feel tired anymore.” My voice was a mere whisper, almost out of breath.

A subtle, almost sinful, smirk played on his lips, showcasing a mastery over the art of seduction. His gaze was an alluring blend of danger and desire, sparking a thrilling sense of excitement.

“Let me take you to bed, then.” Damiano had that devilish smirk on his lips. In one swift motion, he hoisted me over his shoulder, effortlessly carrying me inside.

“Damiano!” I gasped.

“Atta girl. Keep saying my name.” He teased and delivered a sharp slap to my ass, leaving me completely mortified that his men were watching.

eighty-four

Althaia

I rested my head on Damiano’s chest, feeling his fingers play with my hair as I traced his tattoos with my own.

“Damiano?”

“Yes, piccola?”

“Their families… what are you going to do to them?” I looked up at him, finding his eyes closed before he opened them to meet mine.

“Nothing. I don’t hurt innocent people. I only use them as bait.”

“Okay.” I said with relief in my voice.

“I shouldn’t have let you go there.” He sighed.

“I didn’t do a good job?” I propped myself up on my elbow.

“You did well.” Damiano caressed my cheek with a smile. “I’m worried I’m fucking you up with all of this.”

I moved to straddle him, a teasing smile on my lips.

“You are.” I whispered, looking at him playfully as my hand traveled down his body. “With this.” I gave a sly grin when I wrapped my hand around his cock.

“As long as it’s the only way.” Damiano winked as he slapped my ass. I bit down on my lips as his hands explored every curve of my body, sending shivers down my spine as I felt his cock getting hard.

“Let me take care of you…” I moved down, but he stopped me.

“No, it’s okay.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want you to do that.” Damiano shook his head.

“I don’t mind, you know.” I said. It was not like I hadn’t noticed that he wouldn’t let me go down on him before. Every time I wanted to ask, he would distract me with something else, and I would forget about it.

“I don’t… care for it.” He replied.

“Huh?” I looked at him in surprise. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a man not liking it.”

“I have my reasons.” Damiano tried to dismiss me and get me to lie on top of him again, but I stopped him and squinted my eyes at him.

“And what are those reasons?”

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