Page 261 of The Devil's Fire

I bit down on my lip, noticing his eyes immediately following the movement. Taking it as my cue, I swiftly reached down to his waistband, where I knew he kept his gun.

One moment I was on his lap, and the next, he had me bent over his desk with my arms secured behind my back.

He tsked, not impressed at all.

“Many have tried to kill me and failed. What makes you think you would be any different, piccola?” Damiano whispered in my ear, his body pressing against mine. There was something so exhilarating about this position that had me grinning.

“Thought I would give it a shot, you know. See if I could take down the big, bad Don Damiano Bellavia.”

“I have to admire your courage.” He chuckled, his chest vibrating against my back. “Under normal circumstances, you would have been shot before you could even blink. However, it would have been a waste since you look quite enticing right now like this.”

Damiano’s hand trailed down my spine, making my body tingle in response. I bit my lip when he reached around and stopped at the front of my jeans. He unbuttoned and slid his hand inside, his fingers gracing the lace thong I was wearing, following the slit of my pussy.

“You look so fuckable bent over my desk, piccola.” Damiano slid my thong to the side, continuing to tease me and making me wiggle to feel more.

“Well, are you going to fuck me, then?” I breathed out, getting wet at the thought of him fucking me from behind like this.

“Want me to fuck you bent over my desk like this?” He asked, pressing his cock against my ass.

“Yes.” My answer came out embarrassingly fast. Damiano slid down my jeans, just below my ass. I was excited, wanting him to fill me up already.

Then he spanked me.

So. Fucking. Hard.

It brought a loud scream out of me.

“If only you hadn’t reached for my gun, I would have. Such a pity.” His voice was taunting as he rubbed me where he spanked me. Then he fucking slapped my ass again.

“Fuck!”

“Learned your lesson?” I could imagine what kind of dark look was on his face right now as he watched me at his mercy.

“You suck.” I huffed out.

“No. You suck, I eat.” Damiano pulled up my jeans, laughing.

I rolled my eyes and faced him, rubbing my sore ass cheek.

“And here I thought you would do anything for me.” I faked a scowl.

“I will, but go for my gun and there will be consequences. Don’t pull that shit on me again, and there won’t be problems. Understood?” His voice was serious but carried a playful smirk on his lip.

“Yes, Sir!” I straightened up and did a salute, having him shake his head at me in amusement.

“Now that you’re here, I have something for you.” Damiano led us across the office and stopped in front of a wall. Before I could ask, he placed his hand on the wall, and a square shape opened up out of nowhere.

“There’s a transparent sensor on the wall designed for my hand shape and fingerprints to unlock the safe hidden inside this wall.” He explained.

My mouth hung slightly ajar, genuinely fascinated.

He opened the safe and pulled out a large envelope when something in there caught my eye.

“Wait.” I said and reached into the safe.

“I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of them.” Damiano spoke softly at the red baby shoes and sonogram in my hands.

My heart squeezed a bit painfully at the sight of it all, but I still smiled, grateful that he saved them.

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