Page 39 of The Devil's Fire

“How am I supposed to cover all this?” I stared at her in shock.

“You’re not.”

“What do you mean I’m not?” I asked. The thought of walking around like this made me wish the ground would open up and swallow me whole.

“He’s an Alpha male, Thaia. It’s his way of showing that you are off-limits.” She shrugged.

What the fuck? How is that even a thing?

“Yeah, no thank you. I’m covering this up.” I grabbed my makeup bag and used a lot of foundation to cover the hickeys. It looked like a leech had attacked me!

“So, tell me, did you fuck this time?” Cara grinned, being nosy as ever.

“No.” I muttered as I focused on covering my neck.

“Then what? Because damn! He obviously knew what he was doing.” She laughed, and I just shook my head, not finding it funny at the moment. “Come on, don’t be such a prude and tell me.” She continued. I sighed.

“He just came to check on me.” I mumbled, feeling my cheeks heat at the thought of how he touched me, and, well, sucked me.

“Oh, he checked up on you good. I bet he relieved some pleasant tension with his fingers.” She snickered.

“Fuck off.” I threw my makeup brush at her when she continued to tease me.

fifteen

Althaia

Planning a wedding was absolutely no joke. I had already spent enough hours looking at materials, colors, and flowers to leave me on the brink of insanity.

“You owe me big time after this.” I told her as I looked at the color samples.

“Sure, babes, I will have Damiano ready with his fingers.” She smirked.

Let me just say, I screamed in complete mortification, as we were not alone, and a few cleared their throats in awkwardness.

Two weeks has already gone by since we were welcomed into the manor, and it has also been two weeks since I last saw him. Not that I was counting the days, and especially not because I was thinking about him every damn minute.

Okay, so what if I was thinking about him? Not only did he save my life, but that man gave me some of the best orgasms with just his fingers. But seriously, who just comes to your room, pleasures you, and then disappears into thin air?

The Devil, obviously.

I scoffed.

I was apparently crazy enough to let him touch me without giving it a single thought. Now, he was nowhere to be found for a week, and I didn’t know what that meant.

I let out a sigh as I walked down the stairs, but halted when I noticed a bunch of people rushing back and forth, carrying flowers, tablecloths, vases, and all kinds of decorative stuff.

“Rosana, what is all this fuss about?” I asked when I spotted her walking towards the stairs, carrying blankets in her arms.

“A party is being held tomorrow in the garden.” She said cheerfully.

“A party? For what occasion?”

“For Mr. Lorenzo and Miss Cara.”

Jesus, how many parties are they supposed to have?

“I guess I will need a dress, then.” I sighed again. Now I had to think about that, too.

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