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Rachel

I laid in the bath, listening to the noises from the other room as the clean-up process started.

Poor Malfoy. He hadn’t deserved that. He was an arrogant piece of shit, but he hadn’t done anything wrong. Other than being annoying. But that was hardly a crime worthy of the punishment he had received.

The more time I spent with Dante, the more I was beginning to realise he had a temper to rival my own, but also a possessive streak that had never really been a part of me. But then again, I had never had anything in my life I valued, so I had no reason to be possessive about it.

Dante seemed to think he was owed the world and was possessive of things he had no right claiming ownership of.

The really sad thing was, I would have been fine with a relationship with him. All he needed to do was approach me, get to know me like a regular person, and I would have been putty in his hands.

He was exactly my type – the cliché of tall, dark, and handsome. He was covered in tattoos; he had scars; he had piercing, icy blue eyes that sent shivers down my spine. He screamed trouble and a good time, and I wouldn’t have been able to resist.

And whilst I did understand that he felt as though he was against the clock, everything after that kidnapping had been shit because we were the definition of starting at rock bottom.

We were both hot-headed and stubborn, but with the right amount of work and mutual respect, we could have made it work. But there was no respect for me, so I had no respect for him. Right now, we were locked in a battle to hurt each other, but it could have been so different. So much better.

But instead, he chose this route, and I was too stubborn now to give him the power over me. And whilst my body might scream out to be owned by him, my mind never would.

And yet, I was stuck here with him. I had nowhere else to go, and I wasn’t stupid enough to try to leave again.

I would have to find the one corner of this world where he couldn’t find me.

It would take a lot of time and effort to even find the right continent, never mind pinpoint the exact location.

With a sigh, I pushed myself out of the bath, slipped the most hideous nightdress over my head and brushed my teeth, wanting nothing more than to go back to bed and put an end to a hideous day.

However, upon opening the bathroom door, I was met with Dante barrelling through my bedroom door, with a face like absolute thunder. My heart dropped when I noticed the object in his hand.

For fuck’s sake, Rachel!

Why? Why did I have to keep pushing his buttons? Why did I have to keep giving him excuses to come and find me?

What round were we on now? Round five? I was growing tired of the constant back and forth.

We had argued more than the number of days I had known him. Double the number of arguments, in fact. I was tired. Life wasn’t supposed to be this difficult.

Dante drew up short as he saw me, and quietly closed the door behind him – a stark difference to the way he entered. And it put my nerves on edge.

Refusing to be the first to break the silence, I made my way over to the bed and began fluffing the pillows and pulling back the sheets.

I felt his eyes on me the entire time, and I grew conscious of the fact that the dress only reached my mid thighs, and whenever I bent over, I risked giving him a full view of my naked body beneath.

“Take your time,” Dante said pleasantly enough.

“Mhmm,” I responded, not allowing myself to be drawn into whatever argument he had planned.

He leant against the wall, his arms crossed, his eyes following me, and I felt the room shrink around me, suffocating me with the growing tension.

“Dante,” I sighed, finally having had enough. Sometimes it just wasn’t worth the effort of being stubborn. “I’m tired. What do you want?”

“I need permission to enter a room in my own home?”

“You need permission to enter the room that’s been assigned as my prison, yes.”

“I own the house, which would make me the prison guard. I don’t need permission to do shit.”

“Fair enough, warden. I’m going to bed.” I clicked off the lights, surrendering the room to the darkness, and climbed back into bed.

I pulled the covers up over my chin, hearing Dante move in the darkness.

I deliberately ignored him, and he answered me by reaching below the covers, grabbing my ankle, and hauling me to the edge of the bed.

I sat up, ready to hiss venom at him. However, the minute my back left the bed, he slapped me around the face with the dildo I had left on his pillow and waved it in the air. The slap wasn’t hard enough to hurt me, but it did make a gasp leave my throat.

“I am getting fucking sick and tired—”

“Did you leave something behind?”

“It was a gift,” I slapped it away.

“Is that so? The issue is this…”

“Gift.” I finished for him when he paused.

“Gift,” he said through gritted teeth. “Isn’t for me, is it? I heard loud and clear who you named it after.”

“Maybe I was hoping it would whisper to you in the night and give you some tips.”

He chuckled at me, placing his fingers under my chin, and lifted my head until our eyes were locked. “What tips would they be?”

I opened my mouth, but he cut me off. “Because as I remember it, the last thing I needed was tips on getting you off. In fact, I remember clearly that I had your pussy weeping for my touch. I had your entire body burning, your heart racing, and I had barely even begun. So try again, Rachel. Why did you leave me it?”

“You did not,” I hissed, ignoring his last question.

“Didn’t I?” I gritted my teeth as I saw him smirk in the darkness.

He bent down low and licked my neck, leaving a wet trail from my collarbone up to my ear.

A shiver ran down my spine before I could stop it, followed by another as he whispered in my ear.

“Are you going to tell me that you weren’t panting and begging for more as my cock slid inside you?

That your greedy pussy wasn’t tensing up around me to draw me in deeper?

That you weren’t loving being pinned against that wall, your legs spread wide, your wetness dripping down your thighs?

That you didn’t love being fucked from behind, bent over that table?

Are you going to deny that, Rachel? Is that really what you are trying to say? ”

I tried to nod, which was difficult with his fingers gripping my chin, holding me in place. “That’s exactly what I’m saying,” I whispered back to him.

“We both know that’s a lie, Rachel,” he stepped closer to me, spreading my legs as he settled between them. “If I reached between us right now, I guarantee I’d find your pussy soaked, your clit throbbing for my touch.”

My clit did exactly that, throbbing with every word he said. His voice was deep in my ear, sending vibrations straight through my body. My thighs tensed as my pussy clenched, my body betraying me as my mind raged at how easily he had me worked up.

“I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Fuck you,” I spat at him, pulling my head away from his grip.

“It’s tempting, kitten. Believe me, it’s tempting.

I’d love nothing more than to fuck you on this bed right now, to show you exactly who you belong to.

How many times do you think I could get you to scream my name?

How many times do you think I could bring you right to the edge of orgasm, giving that tight little pussy of yours exactly what it's craving before I pull away and keep you waiting? Would you whimper, kitten? Would you sob in frustration when I denied you your orgasm?”

“Don’t call me that,” I hissed, closing my eyes and swallowed hard, knowing that everything he said was true.

“Kitten? But that’s what you’ve been since the minute you opened your mouth. A bad-tempered, spitting kitten.”

“And you’ve been nothing but a condescending dickhead.”

“Look at you,” he whispered against my lips.

“Even when you’re trying to look like you couldn’t care less, your body is calling for me.

It won’t hurt you to admit it. I’ve seen this look in your eyes before.

Do you think I haven’t learnt your signs by now?

I saw it against the wall, I saw it over the table, and would you believe?

I saw it when I was beating on Noob. Admit it, me fighting for you turned you on more than anything since you’ve been here. ”

“You’re fucking sick,” I spat.

He laughed again, standing up straight. My back arched instantly, wanting the warmth that his body brought me.

“There’s that mouth again, always ready with some smart remark. I know one way to shut you up, though, and it’ll be a lesson you won’t forget.”

Even in the darkness, I saw the warning glint in his eye, and my body stiffened, ready to flee. He noticed the change and, quick as lightning, his hand shot out, grabbing my hair in a painful grip. “Planning on going somewhere, kitten?”

“Get your fucking hands off me!”

“When you’ve learnt your lesson, I will.” His other hand went to the zipper on his trousers, pulling it down, letting his cock spring free, inches away from my face. He fisted it at the base, slowly pumping up and down, the tip almost touching my lips.

I tried to pull my head away, but he tightened his grip on my hair.

“Ah, ah. I don’t think so. You’re going to suck my cock and swallow my cum like a good girl.

” He let go of his cock and grabbed my cheeks, squeezing them tight.

I tried to clamp my lips together, but he squeezed tighter until my lips parted and he thrust his hips, pushing his cock forward and pulled my head down by my hair.

I tensed, ready to strike, but he just laughed at me. “If you bite me, Rachel, I promise you, you will leave this room black and blue.”

A growing anger started low in my belly, threatening to spread upwards and spew out of my mouth. I wanted to tell him he was a cruel bastard, that I’d rather choke before I sucked his dick.