Page 308 of The Devil's Fire

“Damiano!” I let out a cry as he thrust his hard length inside me with a single, powerful motion.

“Louder.” He growled, the sound vibrating through me as his hand made contact on my ass with a sharp slap. The sensation made me gasp, but it only fueled his intense rhythm of pounding into me.

I closed my eyes tightly, completely overwhelmed by the feeling of him engulfing all of my senses.

“Open your eyes, wife. Look how I’m fucking you.” Damiano wrapped his hand around my throat, pulling me up against his chest to make me look in the window’s reflection.

His devilish grin accentuated the shadows in his eyes. His gaze, consumed by an insatiable lust, held an intensity that seemed to penetrate the very essence of desire.

My entire body trembled as I whimpered under his mercy, and he only seemed to revel in it.

“Come for me, wife. Let me hear you fucking scream.” Damiano grunted in my ear.

The quick, intense slap on my clit sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, having me undone in a scream of his name.

“I must admit, it is some exceptional wine.” Mr. Roberts complimented, and I bit back a smile in excitement.

Chiarina and Vico gave us a tour of the vineyards when Mr. Roberts arrived, and they did an outstanding job. I found it all incredibly intriguing, and my fascination deepened as they walked us through the process of measuring sugar, acid, and tannin levels to shape the style of wine they aim to produce.

“However, I’m not sure if I like the wine bottles. They are a little dull to my taste.” He added and looked at the bottles.

Damiano and I shared a look, and I mentally sighed. Mr. Roberts has been trying to drive the price down by finding any kind of excuse, and I found it hilarious how Damiano pretended not to hear him by checking his watch every time he made such comments. It was obvious Mr. Roberts wanted the products; he just didn’t want to pay the full price.

“Can I ask what you prefer, Mr. Roberts?” I asked.

“Well, I have several exclusive high-end restaurants that are beautifully and lavishly decorated. I want something that needs to represent that as well as I’m also selling a lifestyle.” He said as he swirled the wine around in his glass.

I gave a slight nod and studied him, looking at the way he was dressed and the rings on his fingers. It looked like he and his wife were big fans of jewelry and preferably something that sparkled.

“Can I please have a pen and paper?” I asked Chiarina, which she immediately got for me. I thanked her as I grabbed the notebook and started to draw the ideas I had in mind.

Mr. Roberts took a step closer to see what I was doing when I moved the pen around in quick strokes.

“How about something like this?” I showed him the quick sketch I had made.

“I’m listening.”

“Imagine the wine bottles fully covered in any color you desire—gold, silver, or black, each with a shiny finish.” I paused, carefully observing his expression, and it seemed my words had captured his attention.

“I assume your restaurants have a dimly lit ambiance, which is ideal. You can create a stunning display with these bottles and illuminate them with spotlights. Picture it; a wall adorned with beautiful gifts, sparkling brightly to captivate your customers.” I had to restrain a smirk as I noticed his brows subtly rise at the mention of the word ‘sparkle.’

“You can even ensure that the wine is sold exclusively in bottles, and customers are allowed to take the whole bottle home. The label won’t be a traditional paper wrap; instead, it’ll feature an engraving with not only Mr. Bellavia’s brand name but also the name of your restaurant. It will be a one-of-a-kind design that benefits both parties, as customers become walking advertisements for both of you.” I presented all the details of the new bottle design, keeping his interest by explaining its benefits for both businesses.

I finished with a smile, but Mr. Roberts was now slightly frowning as he stared at the drawing I had made.

He was quiet for a long time, and I wondered if I had screwed up with this idea of mine. Nervousness started to creep in, and I glanced at Damiano, who was also studying the drawing with his head tilted slightly to the side. His blank expression left me unsure of his thoughts on the idea. In that moment, I realized I should have asked if it was acceptable for me to even pitch such a proposal.

Mr. Roberts surprised me with a chuckle and a shake of his head as he looked at Damiano teasingly.

“I see why you brought her along. She’s making me spend money.”

“Well, it is money well spent, in my opinion.” I grinned, feeling relieved. “You’re not just getting exceptional wine; you’re also contributing to building a community here.” I gestured to the beautiful landscape and the people working with high spirits.

“You are helping create jobs and housing for people who have lost everything but found a second chance here. To me, that is more than enough reason to make a deal.” I smiled, my heart warming by the story behind Damiano’s vineyards.

“Good thing you kept her around. She deserves that ring on her finger.” Mr. Roberts gave Damiano’s shoulder a friendly pat. “I would like to have a few words with your workers, and then we’ll talk numbers.” He didn’t wait for a reply as he headed toward the first worker he saw, wineglass still in hand.

“Good job, cara mia.” Chiarina exclaimed excitedly before she and Vico followed Mr. Roberts.

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