Page 14 of The Devil's Fire

I bit back a smirk.

“If I wanted to shoot you.” I said calmly. “You wouldn’t even have made it to the bathroom. This door wouldn’t have stopped me from shooting you, either. I can simply put a bullet in you through the door.” I stated. I could have put a bullet between her brows the second she stepped out of the bathroom.

But I didn’t.

“Come out. I don’t have all night.”

“Why? Because you have other people to kill?” She asked cockily, and this time, I let out a wicked smile.

“You have five seconds to get out here before I kick this door down and drag you out. And trust me…” I trailed off, my voice going low. “You don’t want me to drag you out.”

I could almost hear her gulp, and I was enjoying her fear.

Finally, I heard the door slowly unlocking, but she didn't open it. I stepped back, knowing she would make a run for it. She flung the door open as she attempted to run past me. My arm shot out, and I immediately grabbed her.

“Let me go!” She shouted with her nails digging into my arm, but it wasn’t doing anything. I just sighed, unimpressed, and plopped her down on the couch. I shot her a warning glance to stay in place when she moved to run away again.

“Good girl.” I praised when she stayed still. Althaia looked completely taken aback by my words, and a blush slowly crept to her cheeks.

Ah, she has a praise kink.

It tempted me to let out a wicked grin but refrained when a knock sounded on the door followed by ‘room service’. The server strolled in with the serving cart and placed different plates on the table.

“Is this to your liking, Mr. Bellavia?” I looked at the bottle and gave a short, expressionless nod. The server poured champagne into two flutes and put the bottle back in the ice bucket. “Anything else I can get for you?”

“That will be all.” I tipped him and he went on his way.

I handed a glass of champagne to Althaia, clinking my glass to hers, and took a seat across from her. I took a sip as I eyed her, but she just looked at me with wide eyes in confusion.

“Are we celebrating something?” She asked.

“Yes.” I replied, watching her eyes narrow.

“What?”

“You coming back from the dead.” I smirked.

“Ha ha, so fucking funny I forgot to laugh.” I cocked a brow when she rolled her eyes at me.

“Eat.” I ordered, leaving my face blank as I nodded towards the food.

“No, thank you. I’m not hungry.” She crossed her arms and glared at me.

My eyes swiftly darted down to her breasts when they were pushed together. Her robe had come undone a bit, giving me a glimpse of her ample cleavage. And frankly, it made my cock twitch at the sight.

Her stomach then let out a big rumble. Althaia’s eyes widened, and her face instantly flushed.

“Okay, so maybe I’m a little hungry…” She muttered, embarrassed. “But how do I know you won’t shoot me while I eat? Because that would be seriously fucked up! Making me feel you’re fattening me up, ready for slaughter like a pig.” She kept on rambling. I just raised a brow while sipping my champagne.

“You curse a lot. A lady shouldn’t curse. It’s not befitting.” I smirked when she gaped at me.

“Good thing I'm no lady then! And they're called sentence enhancers; they help get the message across.” She huffed, obviously offended.

“Eat.” I ordered her again. I fucking hated repeating myself. It gave me a strong urge to bend her over and spank her pretty ass for not listening.

“But how –”

“I won’t shoot you. Now shut up and eat.” I snapped.

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