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Rachel

I had no idea how much time had passed, but I awoke to the sound of a loud bang, and my eyes flew to the door. A sigh of relief escaped me when I noticed the chair was still there, followed by a cut off scream when a hand clamped around my mouth.

I tried to bite down, but it was no use. The hand pressed down more firmly, making my teeth bite into lips that had not yet healed, and then a masked face came into my view.

Just like my fantasy, I recognised the hand trapping me and the body it was attached to.

As much as I hated myself for it, I had memorised every inch of Dante’s frame – from his broad shoulders, his huge arms, his muscled chest, and trimmed waist. He was built like a mountain, and there was no mistaking him.

My eyes went wide, and I couldn’t help the dart of arousal that shot through me, making my thighs clench together.

He pushed me back, climbing on the bed as he straddled me, my back pressed against the headboard.

“Do you like to play games, Rachel?” He whispered down my ear, followed by an evil laugh that was like a shot of cold water down my spine. He was livid. And he was calm. I hated calm, angry people. This meant he had a plan, and I knew I wouldn’t fucking like it.

He pushed off me, knocking my head to the side as he pressed all his body weight on his hands, shoving himself off the bed. I went to snap at him, to tell him he was a fucking prick, when my eyes adjusted to the darkness, and my breath caught in my throat.

Malfoy was tied to a chair, the same chair I had been tied to only a few nights earlier. He was straining against the ropes, his face bloody and swollen. I leaned to the side and flicked on a lamp, cringing when I saw the pool of wetness in his lap.

It was bad enough to get kidnapped, then the poor lad had to go and piss himself. At least I had performed better than that.

What sort of sickened me was the fact I thought less of Malfoy’s welfare, and I was more concerned with how the fuck Dante got them both inside my bedroom without me hearing.

A good solo session makes a girl sleep well. I did my best to suppress my grin. Instinct told me Dante would not find my attempt at humour funny right at this moment.

“Alright lads?” I said, breaking the silence that was growing more awkward than anything. “It’s a bit late for a cosy chitchat, but I’m nothing if not accommodating. What can I do for—”

It was the wrong thing to say. Dante growled and rushed forward, grabbing hold of my hair and hauled me off the bed, roughly throwing me down at Malfoy’s feet.

“How many times have you two fucked?” He roared, his eyes wild behind the mask.

“Dante, I swear to you—” Malfoy began at the same time as I said, “that’s none of your business.”

“I will rip your eyeballs out and force you to eat them in five second flat,” he warned Malfoy, and a terrified, strangled sound was the only response he got.

“You’re being a bit dramatic,” I said from my place on the floor, resisting the urge to trip Dante up as he paced back and forth.

“Dramatic? Dramatic?! ” He roared, hauling me to my feet, his words leaving drops of spit on my face. “This is entirely your fault!” He hissed, gesturing to Malfoy.

I simply shrugged. “It’s not really the face I was interested in, to be honest. You heard the fantasy. He kept his mask on most of the time…”

Dante was completely out of control. I barely recognised him as the mask of anger completely took over. He dropped me again and grabbed hold of Malfoy, his fists pounding down on him.

I cringed against the sound of flesh on wet flesh as Malfoy’s face became a blur of blood and tears.

I don’t know what I had been expecting when I toyed with Dante, but I was an idiot if I hadn’t thought this was a possibility.

Is this what I wanted?

Deep down, was this a test? Had I been craving Dante showing he would actually care?

What did that say about me?

Malfoy pleaded for Dante to stop, but it just seemed to make him madder. Against all logic and reason, I threw myself at Dante, jumping on his back to try to pull him away from the poor boy.

I could have left. I could have just gone. Dante was far too distracted to stop me. But I couldn’t let this boy die through something that had been a joke.

“Are you fucking insane?” I screamed down into Dante’s ear, yanking on his hair to get his attention.

“How many times?” He roared at Malfoy. “How many times have you two looked at each other? How many times have you been behind my back?” Malfoy was incapable of talking.

Both of his eyes were swollen, his lips were split open, he was missing at least one tooth, and his nose was a bloodied mess spread over the centre of his face.

“You’re being ridiculous!” I snapped, biting down on his ear, because I didn’t know what else to do.

Dante roared like a beast and shook me off, sending me flying into the corner in a painful heap.

I hissed as my back made contact with the wall, reopening some of the scabs from my earlier run in with Dante.

I pushed myself back to my feet and crouched, ready to pounce when the time was right.

“Have you been watching her? What exactly happened when you were in her bedroom?” He demanded, pulling a knife from his pocket and holding it against Malfoy’s eye.

Malfoy vomited, the fear causing his body to shake uncontrollably. But his fear was also his undoing.

I closed my eyes as he began to speak, an icy clamp forming around my heart.

“I swear, D-Dante, I swear. I was just t-teasing her. I wanted to impress you. I-I d-didn’t think she…

she,” he began sobbing, drawing in great hiccupping breaths.

“S-she flirted with me, s-she was c-cute and g-girly and I went along with it. Sh-she trapped me, and I-I-I—”

“Spit it fucking out,” Dante growled low in his throat, pressing the knife against the thin skin of his eyelid.

“I-I thought she was… I w-wanted to impress you. I don’t… I don’t know what I was th-thinking. She a-asked me to feed her and then she k-kicked the plate—”

He didn’t say another word. Dante cut him off, his fist connecting with his nose with a crunch. Malfoy’s head flopped forward, out for the count.

That’s when Dante spun on his feet and set his eyes on me. I scrambled to my feet, refusing to let this man kick me whilst I’m down. I’d meet him square on, face to face.

As much as I showed bravado, my feet moved of their own accord, until I was backed up against the wall. Dante grabbed hold of my jaw and smeared Malfoy’s blood on my face. The smell of copper and sweat made me turn my face away, but it lingered, invading my nostrils.

“That,” he breathed, his face dangerously close to mine. “Was entirely your fault.”

“Like fuck,” I breathed back, ashamed that fear gave my voice a slight tremble. “I will not take responsibility for the fact that you cannot get your jealousy under control.”

“And I,” he said in a voice so dangerously cold it felt like icy claws wrapping around my brain. “Will not take responsibility for you not thinking your actions through and provoking me. His blood is on your hands.”

“That’s typical, isn’t it? What sort of man are you? You beat a man senseless, but blame it on a woman because she upset you and hurt your feelings? If jealousy controls you this badly—”

“It’s got fuck all to do with jealousy,” he roared at me. “I can’t fucking stand you. You are everything I despise in this world. But you are mine, and no one, no one , touches what belongs to me. Is that fucking clear?”

“You talk a big game, Dante,” I hissed at him.

“But this,” I grabbed between his legs, feeling his erect cock.

“This tells a different story. It has everything to do with jealousy. You want me so fucking badly and can’t stand the thought that I don’t want you back.

Hide it all you want, but jealousy caused you to beat Malfoy and jealousy had you racing over here.

And that is why you’re so annoyed. You’re becoming obsessed with me and it's eating you alive.”

My words caught him off guard, so when I shoved him, he took a step back. “I’m going for a shower. Make sure you’re gone by the time I’m done, and take him with you,” I hissed, nodding my head in Malfoy’s direction, and slammed the bathroom door shut behind me.

Once in there, I sank against the door, finally letting loose the breath I had been holding. My heart was beating so hard I could almost hear it. My entire body was shaking, and all I could do was sit on the floor and pray he didn’t follow me in here.