Page 58 of The Devil's Fire

“I guess. What are you doing?” I asked, not trying to hide that I just wanted to talk.

Damiano went quiet, and I was starting to think maybe he wanted to be left alone.

“Taking care of business.” He finally responded.

“So, what does that exactly mean? Like killing people, torturing them, or just plain paperwork?” I wondered out loud, secretly hoping to get an answer.

“If I tell you, then I have to kill you.” He sounded serious, but I could imagine him smirking as he said that.

“So, it’s definitely something illegal.” I stated, and he didn’t deny it as he only let out a light chuckle.

“Are you feeling better?” Damiano’s gentle tone made me smile.

“Not really. I feel like shit and I’m craving everything. How do you know?” I raised my brows in surprise. It was not like I had told him I was on my period.

“I may have gotten a complaint about you.” He replied, amused.

“About me?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Raffaele said you were being a psychopath.” He let out a deep, rich chuckle, and I dropped my jaw in shock.

“He what? Oh, that little …” I sneered. “He should try to bleed for several days, along with cramps and back pains! It turns you into a psychopath.” I huffed, and he just continued to chuckle at me.

“Watch it before you come on my ‘who to beat up’ list.” My brows pinched in seriousness.

“Oh, really?” I could hear the amusement in his voice and pictured him leaning back in his big boss chair as he spoke.

“Yes. I’m strong. I could totally beat you up.” I said cockily, even though we both knew it was the biggest lie. He could crush me with his pinky if he wanted to.

“You do realize I’m twice your size? You barely reach my chest.”

“That won’t stop me. I can just jump to get to you.” I stated confidently.

“Hmm, I know exactly where you can jump on me.” Damiano's voice lowered, sending a steady pulse between my legs and causing my entire body to flutter.

“I–I …” I couldn’t form a sentence and it was like my body was on fire.

“I believe it relieves cramps as well.”

“I wouldn’t know.”

“You haven’t tried it?” He questioned, and I could picture him with a tilted head and a raised brow.

“Not exactly that…” I trailed off. “But your shower head works wonders.”

“Shower head, you say?”

“Yup. Love the water stream settings you’ve got there.” I bit my lip to hold back a laugh.

“Hmm, I see.” He said, entertained. “Tell me, Althaia, what do you think about when you’re using my shower head to pleasure that sweet pussy of yours?”

My breath caught in my throat, and my pussy was begging for relief.

I opened my mouth, but no words were coming out. My cheeks heated just by the thought of admitting that I was always thinking of him.

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