Page 92 of The Devil's Fire

“You kicked the door, didn’t you?” He shook his head at me and gently massaged it.

“Maybe.” I let out a sigh, feeling the tension melting away. “You know, if you’re ever looking for a career change, being a masseuse is not too shabby.” I laughed at my own joke as I imagined Damiano being a masseuse. His intimidating presence would only add more tension to the poor clients.

“Funny.” He scoffed but cracked a smile.

“I wanted to ask, why did that man, uh, Mr. Roberts, ask me about your wine prices? Seemed a bit unusual for him to be asking me instead of going straight to you.”

Damiano’s eyes flickered with a knowing smile as he responded.

“Mr. Roberts has a distinctive approach to conversations. He likes to gather insights from unexpected sources, believing it provides a more comprehensive view of things.”

“Smart.” I chuckled. “Why the interest?”

“He owns a large chain of high-end restaurants. Each year, he attempts to persuade me to lower prices, and every year, I reject his idea without much explanation. The response you gave him intrigued him, offering a fresh perspective, and we settled a deal.” Damiano explained, leaving me surprised.

“I guess I didn’t screw up then. I didn’t even know you have a business in wine.” I must have overseen that part during my Google research about him.

“And yet you pulled out that answer to him.” He said, almost seeming proud.

“I only told him the basics and added a twist to it. I don’t even know if it’s true.” I made a small grimace, hoping it wouldn’t cause him trouble.

“You were right. I do prefer traditional approaches. Mostly.” He winked.

I snorted.

“You could never wait for marriage with a sex drive like yours.”

“Likewise.” He smirked, and I rolled my eyes at him.

“Keep your foot up to reduce the swelling.” His hands traveled up the inside of my thigh, dangerously close to my intimate area. “Fortunately, your legs look amazing on my shoulders.”

Before he could get to my underwear, I quickly moved and straddled him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“They do. But that has to wait until we’re back at the hotel.” I brushed my lips against his, teasing him.

“Althaia.” Damiano warned with a growl, his hands tightening on my waist.

“Yes?” I answered innocently. I gasped at the sudden grab of my throat, a thrill rushing through me.

“Don’t be a tease.” He sneered, clearly still upset from earlier.

“Still don’t know what you mean.” I grinned, loving the way he squeezed my throat at my reply.

Damiano’s eyes narrowed, darkening as lust swirled in his eyes.

“Yeah?” He said, grabbing my wrists and forcing them behind my back. He kept them there with one hand while the other slipped under my dress, sliding my thong to the side. His touch sent shivers down my spine as his finger traced along my wet slit. “Look at you. So wet for me already.”

I tried to grind against him, but he used his strength to hold me still. A finger slipped past my folds, and lightly circled my clit, barely putting any pressure.

“Damiano!” I called in frustration, trying to move to feel more friction.

“Yes?” He taunted with a cocky smirk. “What do you want, Althaia?”

I made a displeased sound when he would touch all the right places, only to move away when I enjoyed it too much.

“Stop it.” I hissed at him, and a menacing smile spread across his face.

“Don’t play games with me, Althaia. You won’t win.” Damiano shoved a finger inside of me, making me moan, only to quickly pull out again. “Understood?” He growled.

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