Page 254 of The Devil's Fire

His kiss was intense and unrestrained, making me clench my hands on his shirt, wanting to tear it off. I craved the feel of all of him; his warm skin, his muscular shoulders, the rhythm of his movements within me. The heat intensified, becoming almost unbearable, and he was wearing far too many clothes.

He bit down on my lip, and a moan escaped me as my hands ventured under his shirt, tracing the ripples of his abs.

“This just proves my point that psychos attract psychos. They got all horny after sentencing those dickheads to death.” I heard Raffaele say. I pulled away, facing him with a glare as he showed up with Antonio and Luca.

“Now, who’s being the cock-blocker?” I scowled, annoyed that they had disturbed us. If they hadn’t, I might have just dragged Damiano to the car to have my way with him.

“Payback is a bitch, isn’t it?” He said with a smug grin.

“Not really. I’m still going to get some either way. So, tell me again, when was the last time you got to ‘bust a nut’?” I crossed my arms, wearing a playful smirk. His smug grin faded and was replaced with a glare.

“That is such a low blow, Althaia. Making fun of a man’s suffering.” Raffaele shook his head.

“I’m not making fun, just stating facts. Here’s a piece of advice: maybe don’t say, ‘Your mouth will look good wrapped around my cock,’ and you might get some.”

“Dude.” Luca looked at Raffaele in disbelief, and Antonio shook his head in pure disappointment at him.

“I really don’t like you right now.” Raffaele huffed out, and I chuckled.

“I’m just saying it wouldn’t kill you to try and be a little romantic. Women like that. If you don’t know how to be romantic, ask around! You’re surrounded by people who are in a relationship.” I gestured to Antonio and Luca.

Raffaele looked like he was thinking about it before he glanced at Damiano.

“I want to know what Damiano said to you, because I still have a hard time believing he can be romantic.”

I blinked a few times, feeling my face growing hot before facing Damiano. He looked to be amused and tilted his head, waiting to hear what I had to say.

“That’s private.” I crossed my arms, facing away from them as I tried to hide my flushed cheeks.

“Oh, don’t tell me you fucked the second you laid eyes on each other?” He threw his head back in a laugh.

“No!” I scowled, feeling my face getting warmer by the second.

“That came out a bit too fast, didn’t it?” Antonio commented and the others agreed.

“You know what? It’s none of your business.” I turned around to face Damiano, who seemed to enjoy the conversation and had no intention of rescuing me from it.

“What did I say to you?” He raised his brow with a teasing smile on his lips.

“They don’t need to know.” I hissed out slowly to him, trying to signal that he damn well knew why.

“Hmm, If I remember it correctly…” He softly cupped my chin, leaning closer to my face. “I told you to spread your legs, and you complied like a good girl.”

I wanted to fucking scream.

Damiano chuckled as he stepped away. Laughter erupted from the others as I helplessly blushed. I stared at him in shock, my jaw dropping without words.

“I don’t blame you, Althaia.” Raffaele wrapped his arm around my shoulders. “Damiano is one hell of a sexy man. I would immediately spread my legs for him, too.” He wiggled his brows at me.

I pushed his arm away from me, cleared my throat, and looked at Damiano.

“If that’s how you want to play with me, then fine! Just know I definitely won’t be spreading my legs for you, and you can join Raffaele in having blue balls.” I huffed out. Damiano frowned, clicking his tongue at me.

“Pussy power for the win!” Raffaele shouted.

“Raffaele, if you don’t shut up, I will cut your dick off and shove it down your throat.” I glared at him and made my way to the car.

“She’s low-key scary.” Raffaele mumbled as they followed me to the car.

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