The Devil's Fire - Part II
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🔥🔥The Devil’s Fire🔥🔥 A mafia love story. A dark world with so many secrets and questions … Althaia grew up sheltered and not knowing about the mafia world despite her father being a mafia boss. Her mother took her away when she was younger to protect her from the dark, mafia world. However, Althaia had no idea what awaited her when she attended her cousin's engagement party. Her eyes landed on the tall and handsome man with incredible golden-brown eyes. She met The Devil. Damiano Bellavia The ruthless and powerful mafia boss. The one who tames and everyone fears. The one her father had desperately tried to hide her away from. But fate brought them together as he got drawn to her big innocent green eyes, and she was fascinated and curious about the dark, unknown world he was from. Gunfire and murder, family and profit. Could their love just be a conspiracy?
Chapter 1: Last Night’s Pleasures
I was dozing off in the car as Damiano was driving me to the clinic to get the stitches removed. It was too early for me to even be out of bed right now but I had to make the most out of the day since I had quite a bit to pack. I should have started to pack sooner but always found excuses to myself that it will take no time to pack it all down. What a lie it was because I just didn’t realize how much I had with me. Plus all the shopping I had managed to do added to the massive pile I already had.
I shook my head a little and blinked a couple of times to wake up. I needed at least five cups of coffee to keep me going today. I let out a little yawn and looked at Damiano with my heavy eyelids.
“A little tired?” He gave a half-smile while his hand was on my thigh.
“It’s your fault.” I said, still struggling to keep my eyes open. When he said I would be punished, I didn’t quite understand what he meant by it. But, it had me excited when he stripped me completely naked in his room, tied my hands behind my back, and blindfolded me. Since I couldn’t see anything and only feel his touch, everything felt more heightened.
That was when I understood what he meant by punishment.
He painfully teased me as he kissed and sucked every inch of my body, while his hands roamed the very sensitive parts of my body. And that was where his punishment began.
He wouldn’t let me come.
Every time I would be close to my climax, he would stop and leave me hanging. Then he did it again. And again, to the point where I was extremely hot and bothered, and let out a cry of frustration. In the end, it became too much for me that I begged him to fuck me. And that was what he wanted.
He wanted me to beg.
Then I experienced something I didn’t think was possible. He started with his tongue and made sure I would come since I had begged. And I did. But then he kept going. His tongue kept going and he didn’t stop before I had come again. And again for a third time. He didn’t stop. My whole body was trembling and my eyes rolled to the back of my head in immense pleasure. I had never climaxed that many times before, and it was fucking mind-blowing.
Little did I know, the night was far from over.
Another thing that surprised me was just how much Damiano was holding back whenever we had sex. Sure, he liked to be rough with me and I enjoyed that, but that night was a whole different kind of rough. That was the definition of fucking.
And he fucked me hard.
It was incredible. I had never experienced anything like that before in my life. The pleasure, the pain… It was all so damn good. I may have been blindfolded but I saw stars.
That was the reason why I was so tired today because he kept me up most of the night. Damiano was actually the one who had to drag me out of bed this morning because I simply couldn’t. I have come to believe that this man was not human because I didn’t do a thing last night, and he was doing everything. Yet, I was the tired one.
“Are you feeling okay?” Damiano glanced at me.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You were struggling to walk for a bit. More than before.” He gave a smug grin. I rolled my eyes at him but smiled anyway.
“You did go quite…hard on me.” I was incredibly sore to the point I needed to have my legs spread a bit so it wouldn’t be uncomfortable. We came to a stop in front of the clinic and he looked at me almost with hunger.
“Hmm, I did try to hold back but watching you tied up like that, I couldn’t help myself.” I immediately recognized the look on his face as he ran a thumb over my lip.
“Hell no! Don’t give me that look. You broke my vagina. It’s closed for now!” I scoffed and pulled away his hand. Damiano actually laughed at me. I could feel the smile on my face getting bigger as I enjoyed the rare sound. He looked so carefree right now and the fluttery feeling in my stomach returned with full force as I admired him.
I unbuckled my seatbelt and pulled him into a kiss. It was only supposed to be a small kiss, but I couldn’t help myself and deepened the kiss.
“We better stop now if you don’t want me to take you right now.” Damiano’s voice was husky and his words went straight down between my legs. For a second, I considered it but quickly shook the thought out of my mind. I was too sore for it.
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“Looks like it’s too early for someone.” Ellie chuckled when I tried not to let out a yawn but failed.
“I don’t know how you people do it. I will never be a morning person, I value sleep too much.” I tiredly leaned back in the chair so Ellie could examine me.
“It’s not too bad if you go to bed early.”
“The Devil comes out at night, and that’s where all the fun begins.” I joked and Damiano gave me an amused look. Ellie just shook her head and examined my stitched brow.
“It looks good and it’s healed, so I can remove the stitches now.” She put on a pair of gloves and cleaned the wound before taking the tweezer and scissors in her hands. Ellie had promised me this wouldn’t hurt so I was a lot more relaxed when I felt the cold scissors on my forehead when she started to cut the suture.
Then the nasty feeling of a thread being pulled through your skin appeared and I shuddered in disgust.
“Wait.” I stopped before she could continue. The feeling weirded me out and made me nauseous.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I just don’t like that.” I took a deep breath, praying that I wouldn’t throw up in front of them. I needed to distract myself so I wouldn’t focus too much on it.
I looked at Damiano’s tattooed arms since he was wearing a t-shirt. I loved the way his arms were covered in tattoos as well because he really did have good taste when it came to the art on his body. One of my favorites was the tattoo of a large, fierce-looking lion. It had its mouth open in a snarl, showing off its sharp canines, ready to attack but it had a chain around its neck. I loved that one because I would like to think it represents his name.
“All done.” Ellie chirped and I looked at her in surprise.
“Already?” Guess I had succeeded in distracting myself because I hadn’t felt anything at all.
“Yes. Everything looks good, so you’re good to go. Are you making sure you’re resting a lot?” I couldn’t help but blush a bit as we had different definitions of resting.
“I am.” I half-chuckled. I did spend most of the time in bed. I was just doing other things which involved a very sexy man…
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“What were you thinking about?” Damiano asked when we drove back. I looked at him confused by what he meant.
“You were smiling while she removed your stitches.” He elaborated. It must have been while I looked at his tattoo. I just didn’t know I had been smiling.
“Oh, I was looking at your tattoo, and how I would like to think it somehow represents your name.”
“Let me hear.”
“Damiano means ‘one who tames.’ Lions are ferocious animals that can easily overpower and kill you. They are not domesticated creatures and cannot be tamed. However, you have a massive chain around its neck, implying that you have tamed it because you’re Damiano, one who tames.” Damiano smiled at my little analysis of his tattoo. He didn’t say anything as he took my hand and kissed the back of it while focusing on the road.
“And your name?” He asked, keeping my hand in his.
“Hmm, it depends. But the common ones are ‘one who heals and one who takes care.’” I have always loved looking up the meaning of names because I do believe it somehow reflect one’s personality.
“I like it. It suits you. A pure soul you are, like your name indicates.” I smiled shyly at his words.
“You know, in Greek mythology, Althaia was the Queen of Calydon, and a woman of fierce passion. She is celebrated in an ancient story about the fate of her son, Meleager. When he was born, the Moirai, known as the Fates in English, came to foretell his future, and they predicted he would die as soon as one of the sticks in the fireplace burned out completely. When Althaia heard that, she pulled the stick from the fire, put the fire out, and hid it in a safe place.”
“Meleager turned out to be a very well-respected prince and one day, a large boar was sent to Calydon to ruin the land, and he was one of the warriors alongside Althaia’s brothers and a famous huntress, Atalanta. Meleager killed the boar but gifted the skin to Atalanta because she had landed the first strike. But also because he was in love with her, even though he was married to someone else. When his uncles heard of it, they were furious and insulted her, saying she was nothing but a mere woman and didn’t deserve the gift. Meleager got pissed and killed both of his uncles for insulting the woman he loved. Althaia heard of it and became enraged that her son killed her brothers. And then she burned the piece of wood that was supposedly keeping him alive. Once engulfed in fire, he died.” I finished.
“I see. Interesting story. So, Althaia is a caring person until you cross her. To the point where she will even kill her son.”
“Yup, so you better be careful.” I teased.
“Are you threatening me now?” Damiano looked at me amused.
“Gotta keep you on your toes now and then, don’t I?” I chuckled.
“I am trembling with fear.” He mocked and I jokingly smacked his arm.
“Though I would have done the same as Meleager. Insult my woman, you’re good as dead.” He winked.
“He killed his uncles. That’s extreme.” I chuckled.
“When a man has his eyes set on someone, he will do anything to make sure she is protected, respected, and being taken care of. Whatever the cost may be. He will make sure no one can take her away from him.” His golden-brown eyes focused on me as he talked. He looked at me in such a way that it made me feel warm inside and… loved.
That was what it was. I felt loved.
We had come to a stop at the manor, but neither of us wanted to get out right now as we just looked at each other.
“You sound like a supervillain.” I said, trying to break the intense feeling before I said something I shouldn’t.
“They say a villain would sacrifice the world to save you. A hero would sacrifice you to save the world.”
“I’m no hero then.”
“No.” I smiled.
“You’re my villain.”
“Your villain…” Damiano sounded pleased.
“You’ve got the car for it anyway.” I pointed out. His Bugatti La Voiture Noire was no joke and sexy as fuck and I loved whenever we had to take his car.
“That reminds me, do you remember how you said I can try your car?”
“So… Can I?”
“What? Why not?” I looked at him, offended that he had said no.
“Because I said it purely to piss off that shit-face who works for your father.”
“Hey! Don’t call him that, what has he ever done to you?”
“You are unbelievable.” I couldn’t help but laugh. I shouldn’t find it funny, but the way he had said it so fast made it funny.
“Then what would you have done if I had said yes on the spot at the time, huh?”
“I would have enjoyed the view of the fuckers head exploding.” He said with a smirk.
“His name is Michael.” I rolled my eyes at him.
“At least I got to try his car. It’s better than your stupid car anyway.” I bit my lip so I wouldn’t laugh out loud as I got out of the car. He got out of the car as well and looked at me amused while he walked up to me.
“There is absolutely nothing he has that is better than what I have.”
“Please, he has me, a badass friend, and that beats everything you have.” I said cockily. Damiano looked at me and slowly fisted his hand around my hair. That was another thing he liked to do. Especially during sex. He loved my long hair and would always play with it.
He slightly yanked down my hair to make me look up at him, his lips faintly brushing mine as he spoke.
“I get to fuck you every night. He doesn’t. I still win.” His tone was low and deep. It had me shuddering and almost moaning at his words. I let out a smile and closed the little distance between us and kissed him.
“Get a room before you fuck each other in front of us all.” Rafaelle voice rang out and I quickly pulled away in embarrassment that he had witnessed our little intimate moment.
Damiano let go of my hair and I turned to look at Rafaelle, who was standing by the door with his hands on his hips while he shook his head at us. I was too caught up in the moment that I hadn’t noticed a few of Damiano’s men were around too, amused by Rafaelle’s comment.
“You’re such a creep!” I exclaimed in embarrassment and scowled at him.
“How am I a creep when you’re the ones about to do it in the driveway?” He said loudly with a smug grin, and I just gaped at him.
“You’re on my property. If I want to fuck her in my driveway, then I will. Whoever has a problem with it can get a bullet in the head.” Damiano stated calmly.
“Oh my God, just stop…” I was full-on blushing now. I grabbed my crutches to get away from them. I was so done with this conversation.
“Damn! Pussy is that good, huh?”
“Rafaelle!” I screamed at him. He just grinned, obviously having fun with this.
“Don’t you have anything better to do?”
“Sadly, no. Unless… you’re offering me something?” He wiggled his brows at me. Rafaelle took one quick glance at Damiano before he took off running while laughing like a maniac. I turned around to look at Damiano, only to see him in the process of tucking his gun away.
“And they say I’m the dramatic one…”
Chapter 2: To Be Okay
“Tell me again why you’re driving back home instead of flying. It will take like what? Five hours instead forty hours.” Arianna asked while folding my clothes with Cara. I had talked them into helping me pack, arguing it wouldn’t take as much time and therefore could spend more time together. They agreed but they just didn’t realize they were doing all the packing for me, while I was pretending to pack so I wouldn’t do a thing.
I was such a genius.
“Because it’s a freaking metal coffin.”
“First butterflies, now planes?” She scoffed, not impressed at all.
“I’m not scared of flying, I just don’t like to fly alone. Like, what if the plane suddenly crashes? I would be all alone, waiting to face my death, and that is just sad. I don’t want to die alone.” I tried to explain how it was a legit fear of mine.
“I guess that is a reasonable excuse. Better than the butterfly excuse.”
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