Page 287 of The Devil's Fire

“Good, or I might just fork you too.”

“You’re more than welcome to fork me.” Damiano playfully tugged on my lip with his teeth, sending a jolt of tingles through my body. “Come, let’s go, piccola.”

“Where are we going?” I asked again as he led me outside to the driveway.

“You’ll see.” He chuckled when I let out an annoyed sigh. “Maybe this will put you into a better mood until then.”

As we stepped outside, I let out a gasp. My eyes could barely believe what was in front of me.

“Of course you would own this car!” I almost ran to the Maserati Alfieri in pure awe, examining every single side of the car. The sleek lines, the elegant curves - it was a piece of automotive art.

I couldn’t resist running my fingers delicately over the smooth surface as Damiano joined me, wearing a satisfied smirk.

“Like it?” He asked, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

“I do! I love it so much. I have a weakness for supercars.” I sighed dreamily at the car.

“You can drive it.”

“Really?” I gaped in shock. “Wait, you’re not joking, right? Because if you are, I will never suck your dick again.”

“For fuck’s sake.” A familiar, grumpy voice spoke out. I turned in its direction, completely oblivious to the fact that Luca and Giovanni were also present.

“Whoops…” I let out an awkward laugh while Giovanni shot me a disapproving look.

“Keep that shit to yourself. I don’t want to hear it.” He glared grumpily, a disgusted expression on his face.

“Oh, shut up, Gio. You’re the one who’s perverted and eavesdropped on our conversation. Be like Luca and don’t listen.” I pointed at Luca, who seemed like he couldn’t give two shits about my comment.

“You’re the one shouting about sucking dicks. Maybe don’t shout, and I won’t hear it.” Giovanni shot back.

“How many dicks do you think Damiano has because I’ve only sucked one so far.”

“I don’t wanna hear it!” He shouted, and I laughed at his reaction, watching him retreat into a different car and slam the door shut.

Ah, poor, grumpy Gio.

“As long as my Boss is happy, I’m happy.” Luca commented with a laugh.

“Right? I’m actually doing you all a favor.” I joked. “Gio should get his dick sucked; maybe he will be less grumpy.”

I looked at Damiano, seeing him with his eyes closed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“What?” I asked innocently, and he just sighed with a shake of his head.

“Just get your ass in the car. You’re driving.”

I let out a joyful squeal and wrapped my arms tightly around him.

“Thank you! I love you so much!” I gave him a quick kiss before sliding into the driver’s seat.

“I will direct you. Don’t go too fast.” Damiano said once he got inside the car. I looked at him with a raised brow.

“You put me in a car with a top speed of 189 miles per hour with an acceleration of 4.4 seconds, and you want me not to go fast?” I scoffed and got the car started, making it roar as I pressed down on the gas a few times. “What a fucking beauty!” I beamed in happiness and continued to make the engine roar like a beast!

“Althaia -” Damiano warned, and I just laughed.

“Too late!” I stomped on the gas, and we were thrust back with the surge of acceleration.

---