Page 59 of The Devil's Fire

“Piccola.”

Fuck, I love it when he calls me that.

“Yes?” I answered breathlessly.

“I want to hear you.”

“Hear me?”

“Get in the shower.” Damiano ordered me, and a surge of excitement coursed through my veins. “Don’t let me tell you twice.” He growled.

My heart was racing.

“Okay.” My voice was barely audible as I went to the bathroom.

“Such a good girl, piccola.”

A moan slipped past my lips, and I clamped my hand over my mouth in shock. I could picture how that devilish smirk was on his lips right now.

“Undress and get in the shower.”

I obeyed him like the good girl I am and got in the shower.

“Grab the shower head and get on your knees.” Damiano kept instructing. “Are you on your knees?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Now, place your phone in the corner and open the camera.”

My eyes slightly widened by his request.

“But -”

“Don’t make me repeat myself, Althaia.” Damiano said impatiently. “Let me see you.” He growled.

Without overthinking, I opened the camera.

Damiano entered the frame, his intense eyes darkening with hunger as he watched me. He was such a delicious sin as his gaze traced from my face, down to my breasts, before settling on my spread thighs.

“Fucking hell, piccola.” Damiano groaned as he took me in. My chest was rising and falling rapidly to the rhythm of my heartbeat. “Show me, Althaia. Show me how you pleasure your sweet pussy.”

I let out a small whimper, unable to resist the throbbing any longer. I turned on the shower, adjusting it to my preferred setting, and allowed the water to spray over me.

“Sweet hell, you’re perfect.” He murmured. I let out a shy smile as his eyes followed the shower head as I moved it between my thighs.

I sucked in a breath, biting down on my lip as the streams hit my clit.

“What did I tell you?” He snarled at me. “Don’t do that. I want to hear you.” Damiano demanded and I immediately let go of my lip, a moan escaping me as my body spasmed to the feeling.

I closed my eyes, lost in the sensation, as my other hand explored my body. I gripped my breast, squeezing and pinching my nipple. A jolt of pleasure ran through me, making me throw my head back as I savored the feeling.

Damiano's grunts made me look at him, and I watched as his eyes filled with a dark lust. My breathing grew louder when I noticed movement in his arm.

He was stroking himself.

It made my pussy clench as I watched him, sliding my hand down to my pussy and fingered myself to the view of him. I couldn’t see more than just his face and chest, but God, it was enough as my entire body trembled.

I cried out as an intense wave of orgasm crashed over me. It was so overwhelming that I had to turn off the water to catch my breath.

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