Page 47 of The Devil's Fire

“Come here.” Damiano sat down on the couch, and the intensity of his gaze struck me as he looked at me with that blank expression of his.

I slowly walked up to him, my face still red from the embarrassment. He wrapped his arms around me when I was within reach and placed me on his lap.

His intense gaze felt like it was burning into me as he took a strand of my hair and twirled it around his finger. I had to take a deep breath before I could look him in the eyes.

“I - Well, you could have said she was your sister.”

“You never asked.”

“How was I supposed to ask if she’s your sister or someone you’re fucking?” I slightly frowned.

“Maybe if you weren’t busy letting another man touch you.” He shot back with a raised a brow.

“… Whatever.” I mumbled.

“You didn’t wear the dress I sent.” His voice went low, and my body tingled when he faintly brushed his lips against my bare shoulder.

“I was mad…” I admitted quietly.

“I see.” Damiano checked out my dress, his eyes stopping on my leg. “This is too much for other men to see.” He frowned, placing a hand on my bare thigh.

“That’s the point.” I grinned and his eyes narrowed.

“You’re playing a dangerous game with me, Althaia.” He shifted me to straddle him and buried his face in my neck. “The only reason I’m holding back is because of you.”

I didn’t know what he meant by that, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. Instead, I focused on how his lips faintly touched my skin, and it gave me that fluttering feeling in my stomach.

“Where were you?” I finally asked. Damiano leaned back to look at me.

“Italy.”

“Oh, why?”

“Nothing you need to concern yourself with.” His smirk was smug, and I responded with a dissatisfied look at his answer.

I wanted to know, but instead, I traced my fingers over the buttons of his dress shirt and noticed black ink behind his white dress shirt.

My curiosity got the best of me, and I couldn’t help but unbutton the first ones to have a peek. I could only make out a bit of the top of the tattoo, so I slowly undid every button and opened his shirt.

A hooded skull wearing a crown sat in the middle of his chest, with large angel wings covering the rest of his chest. I trailed my fingers on his tattoo, completely fascinated by it. It was such a beautiful work of art, and the details on the skull and wings were incredible.

I glanced up at Damiano, who was watching me intently with his piercing gaze. I felt a rush of shyness wash over me, and I had to look away.

“We should get back to the others.” I tried to get off his lap, suddenly remembering I had left Cara all alone out there. Well, almost. Tank Man was with her, and they seemed to get along well.

“Do you want to?” Damiano stopped me by holding me in place. I was about to answer but was distracted when his hands slowly slid under my dress and played with the string of my thong.

My heart beat faster, my whole body getting that electric feeling the more he touched me. And I was getting excited by it.

With a swift motion, he tore the string, causing a gasp to escape me. Just as quickly, his fingers found their way between my thighs, and slowly stroked the slit of my pussy in back-and-forth motions.

“Tell me, Althaia…” Damiano grunted as he slowly slid a finger inside of me. “Who are you wet for? Me or Raffaele?”

“Huh… what?” I asked, unable to focus as a small moan escaped me.

“Tell me.” He demanded, shoving another finger inside of my pussy. I threw my head back when he curled them inside of me while his thumb played with my clit.

His fingers were thick, filling me up completely with just two fingers.

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