Page 74 of The Devil's Fire

That Devil could have given me a heads up before we left the hotel.

I opened the curtain once I tried on the dress and stepped out to let Damiano see.

“No.” He responded immediately.

“Why not?” I feigned confusion even though I already knew the answer. It was too sexy and too revealing.

“I said no. Try another one.” Damiano was giving me a stern look, but I wanted to mess with him a bit.

“Well, I like it. It’s making my tits look great. Don’t you agree?” I grinned and looked in the mirror. My breasts looked like they were about to spill over at any minute.

The gown was of pristine white, and it caressed every curve as it cascaded to the ground. Its v-neckline was a tantalizing invitation, daringly halting right above my navel while the cups embraced my breasts with a provocative intensity.

This dress was so sexy.

“I really should get this one.” I continued, and it took everything in me to not laugh.

“Absolutely not.” Damiano approached me from behind. I turned to face him, and a fierce glare was present in his eyes. “Do you want men’s hungry eyes on you?” It came out as a low growl from him, and it made me bite my lip at how sexy it sounded.

“Hmm, do you think they will like this dress on me?” I taunted him by seductively trailing my hands from my breasts and slowly down my body.

Damiano’s eyes darkened, and I let out a shocked gasp when he suddenly grabbed my throat. He leaned in, our faces only a speck of dust apart.

“You don’t know what kind of game you’re playing with me, Althaia. Wear the dress and see how I create a bloodbath of any man whose eyes dare to linger on you.” His expression was cold and ruthless, and I swallowed hard when I realized he meant every single word.

“Go. Change.” Damiano gave a nod in the direction of the fitting room.

Without uttering a word, I went to change, completely astounded by what just had happened. Never had I been manhandled like that before. And fuck, it turned me on. More than it should have.

It had me biting my lip as I looked over my shoulder at him, seeing him with his arms and legs spread on the couch, his dark golden-brown eyes fixed on me with a head tilt. It made me want to pounce on him like a wild animal as my pussy pulsed at the sight.

Fortunately, Chloé was occupied with getting the rest of the dresses ready for me. That, or she just pretended to be. Either way, I was grateful she wasn’t looking.

I tried on dress after dress and nothing impressed Damiano. It came to a point I didn’t even step out of the fitting room. I would open the curtain for him to see, only for him to say no each time.

“What’s wrong with this dress?” I askedin frustration. I couldn’t count how many dresses I had already tried on, and this one seemed pretty safe; a long turquoise dress, neither sexy nor revealing, so what could be wrong?

“It’s hideous.” Damiano simply answered. I sighed and plopped down on the couch next to him. Chloé had a finger up to her mouth, thinking as she looked at the dresses I had tried on.

“Well, this was the last dress.”

“I’ll be right back.” Chloé said and left.

“You’re really impossible to please.” I sulked.

“Is that so?” Damiano cocked a brow.

“Yes.”

“If I remember correctly, and I do, you did a phenomenal job of pleasing me in bed.” Damiano gave me a smug look. “And in the shower.”

“Don’t say that out loud!” I smacked his arm playfully, earning me a smirk.

“This dress will do!” Chloé returned, and I gave a look to Damiano to not say anything inappropriate.

I tried the dress, hoping it would be the last one and Damiano would approve of it. I really liked it; a floor-length wine-colored dress with its back gracefully exposed. It was adorned with delicate lace petals tracing the plunge of the v-neckline, revealing a hint of my cleavage. The bodice hugged me stunningly, while the skirt cascaded elegantly from my hips. It had a double high slit that revealed a glimpse of my legs beneath a sheer overlay of matching red fabric.

It was beautiful, but I dreaded Damiano’s opinion.

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