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Rachel

I actually cackled out loud when I heard the disconnect sound. Dante hadn’t said much as I screamed Malfoy’s name, but even in the silence, I could hear his anger. I could practically feel the heat of it radiating from the phone.

I hadn’t been lying when I came a second time, but it wasn’t for Malfoy.

Hell, even the first time wasn’t for him.

I had been thinking of Dante, but it was just too fun to tease him.

I got a sick, almost perverse pleasure in knowing my revenge plan had been successful, and knowing Dante was so riddled with anger and jealousy that it had sent a second orgasm rolling through me before I had been able to stop it.

Still laughing, I climbed off the bed and stripped the sheets, noticing the huge wet patch that had been beneath me. Another wicked idea came to mind.

I slipped on my dressing gown, grabbed the sheet off the bed, scooped up the dildo, and left my room, marching down the hallway to where Dante slept. I crept in and placed the dildo on his pillow, and left the bedsheet crumpled up next to it. He’d know what it was.

I laughed all the way back down the hallway, holding on to the wall as my legs were still a bit shaky.

He’d be absolutely fucking livid, which is why I made sure to put the chair under the doorhandle again.

I was stupid, but I wasn’t that fucking stupid. He wasn’t storming in here without an effort. And, more importantly, he wasn’t storming in here without me knowing exactly when he was coming. He’d have to break the door down to get to me, and I’d be ready and waiting.