A war between morality and desire
~There are fleeting moments of uncertainty where I sit under the white oak and dwell about the horrors of the past. The mockery never seems to seize and my mind shatters like fragile glass~
Alessia spent most of her...
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Her thoughts hit all four walls of her mind, disappointment washed over her body. Where was the wild tigress in her that refused to be disrespected. Alessia couldn't fathom how her body had refused to defy the 6 foot tall Adonis. She decided that the only way to get her mind off of Dante was to treat herself and not give a damn about what the asshole had said and done.
Alessia walked in her office building holding a box of krispy kreme donuts and walked straight to Beatrice's door. A completely trashed office welcomed Alessia with open arms, Beatrice sat, teary eyed on her sofa. But her face looked relieved. Alessia ran to her boss, her own worried expression splattering across her face.
" What the fuck happened here Bea, who the hell did this talk to me!!! " Her voice felt like ice shattering at the sight of the sun. Beatrice's voice cracked but she spoke anyway " He let me live because of you, apparently the great Dante Ormanni has a soft spot for you Alessia"
Alessia couldn't form words, but her anger saw no bounds she asked where Dante would be and made her way to the devils lair. Little did she know that the big bad wolf was waiting, his smug grin painted his face. He wore a navy blue suit, the muscle threatening to tear his clothes apart or maybe that was Alessia's thirsty gaze.
"Why would you do that to Beatrice she didn't do anything to you" She practically screamed at Dante who sat there looking at her with what looked like admiration. He just sat while Alessia shouted in frustration he didn't flinch at her raised voice, he just sat there and stared. Alessia's eyes watered from all the anger, how could he just sit there while she spat her words out in pain. Dante jumped to his feet at the sight of the red head's teary eyes. He didn't think twice before pulling her closer to him, chest to chest.
Alessia breath hitched, she had never been held so tenderly before. His fingers traced up her arm softly his breath fanning her face. She was in a daze not sure whether she liked how he was holding her or angry that he refused to answer her hour long rant. She didn't complain or resist, she just melted in his arms breathing in his scent, a mixture of cigarettes and spice. Dante was surprised as to why the feisty red head had given up so easily, she looked tired and Dante wanted nothing more than to hold her till her tears subsided.
"I've got you Stella, I've got you. Beatrice did something that she knew the consequences to. I let her off the hook easy which is more than what she deserved" Dante murmured against her hair. The mention of Beatrice broke Alessia's trance she stared daggers at the man pushing him away. "Who do you think you are, I'm sorry your mother never taught you jack shit about personal space but you will stay 6 fucking feet away from me big foot" Alessia was about to walk away when she pulled against a hard chest. Dante breath fell on her neck, his arms around her waist.
"I'll respect your personal space princess if you tell me you aren't dripping wet for me right now. You see you might not know it yet, but i see the way your body responds to my touch,the way your breath stops when my fingers dance across your skin and the way you without knowing press yourself closer to me. You want my touch Stella, you might not know it yet but you do" He whispered in her ear biting it and then moving away from her.
Alessia's face went red, she had never been spoken to in such a, dirty manner. Her words overlapped as her flustered body failed to form any sort of response. Dante's smirking face made Alessia want to punch it. " Cat got your tongue piccolo?" He said smugly.
Dante walked past her but stopped mid track. " Ms Alessia, be ready by 7 tomorrow, I would like to take you out for dinner. Dress pretty flower. " Dante had not placed a question, he had ordered Alessia. But Alessia wasn't one to take orders, she snickered and left Dante's office. That smug bastard would see that she did not respond to orders and she sure as hell wasn't ready to go on a date with the asshole who trashed Beatrice's office for some god forsaken reason.
Despite it all, Dante had waken some desire inside of Alessia's chest, she wanted to strip his arrogance down and ride him till the break of dawn at the same time. The red head was in trouble and deep inside she knew that Dante was not someone she wanted to mess with. Who was he and why was he so hell bent on getting in her pants. Alessia sighed, why was life suddenly getting so complicated.
