Page 38 of The Devil's Fire

“It’s already hard enough for me. If you touch me, I won’t be able to hold back. I will lose control.” He growled, but that only made my pussy pulse with need.

“Then lose control.” My voice was barely a whisper.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for.” His voice was strained, his hold tightening on my wrists as his eyes filled with lust.

“I do.” I didn’t, but fuck, I was desperate for any kind of relief.

“You don’t.” He said and trailed a finger from my collarbone and down to my breasts before pinching a nipple between his fingers. My back arched as I moaned at the feeling, a cocktail of pain and pleasure. “Because once my cock is inside of you, there is no going back for you.”

“Fuck… Damiano!” I whimpered.

His words were not helping at all. The throbbing in my pussy was getting too much. I desperately tried to squeeze my legs together for some friction, but with him firmly wedged between them, I was completely blocked.

A dark, twisted smirk crossed his face in response to my actions.

“Oh, God!” I cried out when his fingers finally returned to my aching pussy, his thumb adding pressure to my throbbing clit.

“Damiano.” He growled as he went faster, curling his fingers. “Only my name will leave your mouth.” He grunted and sealed my lips with his, swallowing my cries as he sent me closer to the edge.

His lips trailed down from my lips to my breasts, taking my nipple into his mouth he sucked hungrily. An electric jolt surged through me, having my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

“Come. Give it to me.” Damiano demanded as he sucked on my skin.

My back arched in pleasure, my breathing heavy, and my legs trembled as he fucked me faster with his fingers. He hit a spot that made me gasp before crying out in pleasure as my entire body shook at the powerful orgasm that rippled through me.

My eyes closed, unable to keep them open at the intense feeling that kept coursing through me. Damiano softly continued to kiss my neck, slowing down before pulling his fingers out as I tried to calm down my breathing.

I felt movement on the bed as my straps were put back in place before a blanket was pulled over me. His lips brushed against mine ever so softly, and I opened my eyes for just a moment to catch a glimpse of his face.

“Goodnight, Althaia.” His voice was rough as he lightly caressed my cheek before walking out.

“My God, how much can you sleep? Wake up! We have stuff to do.” Cara barged into my room.

Every single morning, she would barge into my room to wake me up at the crack of dawn. And every single morning I would imagine crushing her skull against the wall.

“Fuck off, Cara.” I groaned in annoyance. I was not and will not ever be a morning person.

I felt the warmth of the sun as it hit my face, and I opened one eye to see Cara had opened the curtains. I groaned again and rolled over in my bed.

“You’re such a child. Get up!” She ripped the blanket from my body. Another thing Cara liked to do to me.

“Give me a damn minute!” I huffed, and I sat up on the bed, rubbing my tired eyes.

Cara suddenly went silent, and I opened my eyes to see if she had magically died. She stood at the end of the bed, her eyes fixated on my breasts.

“What a fucking creep you are.” I scoffed and her eyes snapped to mine.

“What the hell is on your neck and chest?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re covered in hickeys!”

My hand went up to my neck and my eyes widened. I quickly leapt out of my bed and made my way to the bathroom with Cara hot on my trail. I looked in the mirror and I gasped in horror.

Red marks were covering my neck and breasts.

“Oh, I wonder who gave you these marks.” Cara started with a mischievous smirk.

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