Page 37 of The Devil's Fire

“Sure, why not?” I shrugged.

He moved to get up, and my eyes widened.

“Wait, no!” I quickly pushed him back into the chair. “I was only joking! Calm down, Mafia Boss.”

He raised his brow at me, and I slightly blushed at the intensity of his stare.

“You can’t shoot him.” I told him.

“Why not?” A crease appeared between his brows. I looked at him in shock, trying to see if he was joking.

He wasn’t.

“Because it’s not… appropriate?” I trailed off, lacking a better word to use in this context.

He looked at me with a slightly amused expression. His hands were gentle as they went to my waist and he pulled me to him, melding my body to his.

“Tell me, Althaia…” He said slowly. My heart raced at how close our faces were, and the way his hands continued to caress my body. “What would be appropriate, then? Should I cut his face? Plunge a knife into the hand that touched you?”

“No!” I gaped. “Violence should not be the answer. Karma will get him eventually.”

Damiano smiled and let out a small chuckle.

“You beautiful, purehearted woman.” His eyes softened, and my breath hitched as I became completely hypnotized by him.

The way he smiled so beautifully and looked at me made me almost melt entirely into his body. It shouldn’t feel this right to be in his arms. And I sure as hell shouldn’t feel safe in his arms. But I did.

How was this man so deadly, yet so gentle with me?

I slowly wrapped my arms around his neck, playing with the back of his hair as we sat in a comfortable silence. Damiano closed his eyes for a brief second, relaxing under my touch as he caressed my bare thighs. They were slowly traveling up and down, each time going up higher and sending a steady pulse between my legs.

“It’s late. You should sleep.” He said after a while but didn’t make a move to leave.

“I’m not tired.” I wasn’t ready to let him go. I wanted him to stay with me just a moment longer.

“Then let me help you get there.” His voice went low as his hands slowly went under my nightgown. “Fuck, Althaia…” Damiano let out a small grunt and buried his face into my neck when he felt I wasn’t wearing any underwear.

He plastered faint kisses on my neck, sending a shudder right through me as he slowly played with my pussy.

I moaned.

I wanted to be embarrassed by how wet I was when his finger slid inside of me, but I was feeling too good to care aboutit.I bit down on my lip to hold back my moans when he worked another finger inside of me and played with my clit with his thumb.

Damiano leaned back to look at me and pulled my lip from between my teeth.

“Let me hear you.” His voice was husky, eyes locked on my lips as he fucked me with his fingers and circled his thumb on my clit faster. The waves of pleasure were too much for me to be quiet.

“Ah… Damiano…” I moaned as that tightening feeling of an orgasm was nearing.

“Fuck!” He suddenly stood up with my legs wrapped around him, his hands gripping my ass tightly until I was on my back on the bed.

Damiano's eyes lingered on me, slowly tracing the curves of my body with his hands as he pulled the straps of my nightgown down.

My chest rose and fell as my heart beat frantically as he admired my exposed breasts.

“Perfect…” He murmured, almost to himself.

I tried to calm down my breathing and placed my hands on his chest, slowly trailing down to his pants. They didn’t get far as Damiano grabbed my wrists in one hand and pulled them above my head.

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