Page 69 of The Devil's Fire

I watched her sleep next to me, her plump lips were slightly parted as she let out a light snore.

It made me smile just watching how peaceful and so innocent she appeared, despite her looking thoroughly fucked.

Althaia was knocked out almost instantly, and just like I had fantasized, she let me do whatever I wanted with her.

She stirred and moved until her head rested on my chest with an arm across my torso.

I stilled.

It wasn’t something I was used to, but I let her stay. She curled up entirely into my side and I made sure not to move, so I wouldn’t disturb her while I watched her get comfortable.

Her lips went into a small pout, and I wanted to chuckle at how endearing it was but refrained myself. Instead, I brushed some hair out of her face and lightly caressed her cheek.

She let out a small sigh, snuggling her face into my neck, and continued to sleep soundly. I wrapped my arms around her and closed my eyes. For the past few years, my inability to sleep has plagued me and I knew tonight wouldn’t be different, but the warmth of her body made me feel at peace.

When I opened my eyes again and looked at the time, it was already six in the morning. I had slept undisturbed for a couple of hours.

Althaia was still sleeping in my arms. I knew she wouldn’t be waking up soon as it was too early for her. I wondered if she would yell at me like she did with Cara when she woke her up too early by banging on her hotel room door.

She was a funny little thing.

I slipped out of the bed and grabbed my phone when it rang.

“What do you want?” I spoke quietly into the phone, careful not to wake her up.

“Where are you? You left without even saying anything to me!” Raffaele whined.

“And why do I need to report to you about my whereabouts?” Even though he couldn’t see me, I still raised a brow.

“I want to say it’s because we’re family, but you don’t give a fuck about that, so I’m going to say because of security purposes. It’s not a secret many want you dead.” He cracked, and I let out a smug smile.

“Did you have anything important to say, or did you just want to be an annoying ass?” I asked him, but I already knew the answer.

“Why are you whispering? Wait! Are you with Althaia? Is that why she’s not here?”

“Are you keeping an eye on her?” I frowned, not liking that he was keeping track of her. The bastard ignored me.

“You took her with you, and that’s why you didn’t pick up my calls.” He stated, and I could hear his stupid grin through the phone. “You were balls deep inside of her, weren’t you?”

“Fuck off.” I hung up the phone. Before I could even make the next call, my phone buzzed with a text message.

Raffaele: You so were, hahaha!

That’s my fucking boy!

I didn’t bother responding and went back to return some phone calls I couldn’t ignore if I didn’t want anyone to fuck up my shipments.

I tossed my phone aside after making it clear to everyone I was not to be disturbed while I was away. Althaia would wake up soon now that it was almost eleven a.m.

I cleaned up the condoms and wrappers from the floor, knowing it would embarrass her if the maid came and cleaned it. I could picture it so perfectly how mortified she would be, and it tempted me to leave them on the floor just so I could watch her blush. My mind always went wicked with all the things I would do to her whenever I saw that adorable blush on her face.

Hell, even just thinking about last night was getting a reaction out of me. I was already getting hard, and I wanted to wake her up to relive a bit of last night. Somehow, I swallowed my greediness and went to take a shower to relieve myself.

A smug grin was on my lips when I saw my back in the mirror. Her nails left a lasting impression on my skin.

Red marks.

I liked it, and I knew this was her way of getting back on me for what I did to her. Too aroused by it, I stepped inside the shower, letting the water cascade down my body as I replayed every detail of the previous night in my mind.

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