Page 307 of The Devil's Fire

“Congratulations, Althaia. Tell my brother he’s a dickhead.” Lorenzo added.

I laughed and bid them goodnight so I wouldn’t disturb them any longer.

Damiano came out in his swim trunks, and my eyes drank in every inch of him before he dove into the water. I sat on the pool’s edge as he swam towards me.

“There’s my handsome husband.” I smiled.

“How’s my beautiful wife?” Damiano asked as he drew me into the pool with him.

“She’s never been better.” I replied, pressing my lips against his, relishing in the fact that I could now call him my husband.

We signed the marriage certificate and had a small, private ceremony at the local town hall the day after he proposed. I have been on cloud nine ever since. Damiano’s family was thrilled about the engagement news, but we have kept the marriage a secret from everyone except my bodyguards. We just wanted to enjoy our new titles as husband and wife to ourselves for now.

“Did you talk to Cara?”

“I did. She’s happy for us. Also, Lorenzo wanted me to say you’re a dickhead for getting me a diamond this big.”

“Because I always do better than him.” Damiano smirked.

“My God, how big is your ego?” I laughed.

“Almost as big as my dick.”

“So, micro?” I teased.

Damiano let out a laugh, but not a humorous one; it was a laughter tinged with promise, his eyes growing darker with a look that suggested I should pray for what awaited me.

“Is that how you want to play, piccola?” He pressed my back against the pool’s edge, and my breath quickened when I felt his length getting hard, which was anything but micro. “Seems like you need to be taught a lesson.”

“I like it when you do.” I smirked as excitement rushed over me and my legs tightened around him when he undid my bikini top. My nipples were already hard, but whether it was because of the water or him wasn’t clear. All I knew was that I wanted his mouth on me.

Damiano placed me on my feet on the stairs, pulling my arms behind my back and tied them with my bikini top. His pupils dilated, drawing me in with an unmistakable desire and hunger. It was as if the very essence of passion had taken residence in his gaze, leaving no doubt that his emotions were ignited with an overwhelming sense of lust.

He sat me down at the top of the stairs while he stood with his legs on either side of me.

“I won’t be nice.” Damiano promised.

“I don’t want you to be nice.” I said in a breathless whisper. He let out a devilish smirk as he freed his cock from his swimming trunks. I licked my lips, a surge of lust making my mouth water.

I let out a surprised gasp when he grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back to meet his eyes.

“Then be my good little wife and open your smart-assed mouth nice and wide for your husband.” His voice held a deep tone of command. When I didn’t open my mouth fast enough to his liking, he smacked his cock across my cheek. “Open your mouth, piccola.” Damiano growled at me, and I dropped my jaw in shock.

Before I could even say anything, he shoved his dick right into my mouth, not giving me time to even brace myself. He hissed as he kept my head steady by my hair, pushing in deeper so much that I was gagging.

Damiano pulled out to let me breathe, but it was only for a second before he shoved himself in again.

“Fucking hell, baby, you’re so fucking pretty when your mouth is full of my cock.” He groaned as he thrust his hips against me. Tears sprung to my eyes, and the only thing that escaped me were gagging and slurping sounds, and fuck, I loved it.

I inhaled sharply when Damiano pulled out, and he looked at me with a sinister expression, still gripping my hair tightly while he stroked his length.

“You sound the best when you’re gagging on my cock.”

“More like choking.” I almost wheezed out, trying to catch my breath.

Damiano gripped my throat, forcing me on my feet as he leaned in close.

“Wouldn’t be able to do that with a micro, no?” He let out a low chuckle, not letting me respond before he had me bent over the edge of the pool.

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