Page 297 of The Devil's Fire

“Then don’t make me run.” I said in all seriousness.

“It’s not avoidable, but I will make it up to you. Anything you desire, just let me know, and consider it done.” He vowed.

“Anything?” I asked to be sure.

“Anything, piccola.”

I had to bite down on my lip to not let out a smirk as I knew exactly what I wanted.

“Your Bugatti when we get back home.”

“No.” Damiano scoffed immediately.

“Too late. You said anything I want.” I pointed out.

“Anything but that. If you want a diamond necklace, I will get you one. If you want the Maserati, you can have it. But you can’t drive my car.”

“Ah, but you see, you always say you’re a man of your word. Are you not going to honor that?” I said smugly as I watched him scowl at me.

In the Mafia, they held honor in the highest regard and never tolerated any disrespect towards it. That was why I used it against him.

“Just a small ride, I promise!” I said.

“Fine.”

“Really?” I asked, surprised he had given in this fast.

“Sure.” Damiano smirked, making me squint my eyes at him.

“Why are you smirking?”

“You want to ride my Bugatti? Fine. I will have ‘Bugatti’ written on my dick so you can ride it.” Damiano laughed.

“Oh, fuck.” I sighed when I realized my mistake. “I will steal it then.”

“Try, and you will see what will happen to you.” Damiano placed me on my feet when we were by the car.

“Are you going to spank me?” I mocked.

“No, my love.” His low tone sent shivers down my spine. “Something you’re not ready for yet, but you will be soon.” His thumb went along my jaw as he pushed me up against the car.

“Just the thought of it makes my cock hard.” He whispered, pressing his lower body into me so I could feel his excitement in his pants.

“What is it?” I asked, almost breathlessly, when he continued to rub his length against me.

“Are you getting wet at the thought of it?” His hand trailed down my stomach and stopped right between my legs. “The thought of me giving you sweet tortures to your wet pussy?”

My body instinctively responded, and I slightly spread my legs to give him better access. He nibbled my earlobe while applying more pressure, and I let out a small sigh of enjoyment.

Then he stopped.

“Why do you always stop when it starts to get good?!” I huffed in annoyance.

“Payback for teasing me out in the field.” Damiano smirked.

I muttered something under my breath and slid into the car with a scowl.

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