Vermillion

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A/N: song for the chapter is 'Freak' by Lana Del Rey <3

Raffaele's hand was placed on each side of Circe's waist, as she placed her hands on his chest. She could feel how muscular he was beneath his clothes, and she could feel how fast his heart was beating.

They began swaying to the music, catching the attention of others at the ball.

They had always seen Raffaele as a very serious man. He was all business, no play. To see him with a date tonight was enough of a shock, but to see him dancing with her was something different all together.

"You suck at dancing" Raffaele commented as she misstepped and almost tripped.

"Shut up" she snapped at him.

To others, it looked as if they were having a romantic dance while admiring one another, but, to them it was a torturous task, to have to be so close to each other.

"You guys should be a bit more civil" Ilaria commented as she rolled her eyes at their bickering "Do what normal people do on dates and ask each other questions"

"When was the last time you were on a date Ilaria?" Mario asked her cheekily.

"Perish" she said shortly, shutting him up.

"What's your favourite colour?" Raffaele asked the young girl as they were dancing.

They were swaying to to the music, Circe's gown moving in fluid motions, drawing all eyes in the room to the two.

Everyone noticed how beautiful Circe was. Her pale skin stood out against her black dress, her bright red lips making her facial features look more sharp.

She was sexy, and mysterious. All of the men in the room would have killed for her touch.

All except for Raffaele.

"What?" she asked, confused.

"I'm asking you a question. Like 'normal' people do on dates" he answered and she rolled her eyes.

"This isn't a date" she stated.

The two stayed silent for a while, continuing to dance.

"Vermillion" she told him after a while.

"Why?" he asked. He wasn't at all surprised. If Circe wasn't wearing black, she was wearing a deep red colour.

"It reminds me of blood" she smiled falsely at him, as she grew excited at the idea of making someone bleed.

"You couldn't get more cliche than that" he scoffed as he spun her around to the song.

"And you couldn't get more annoying" She replied as she was pulled back into his arms after the spin.

His jaw ticked.

How surprising.

"Your going to damage your teeth if you keep clenching your jaw like that" she told him, trying to get under his skin. She was quite good at that.

"Maybe stop fucking annoying me so much" he snapped.

"Hmmm" she pretended to think "I don't think I will" she smiled at him.

She felt his grip on her waist tighten to the point where it was almost painful, and was bound to leave a mark.

Everyone in the room could feel the tension radiating off of the two, but they didn't know it was because of hatred.

"I'd watch my mouth if I were you" he breathed as he leaned down to her ear, his breath fanning her skin, making her erupt in goosebumps.

"Or what?" she asked, bringing her hands upwards so they were now wrapped around his neck.

"You don't want to know" he replied, as they continued to dance to the music.

Circe thought her dress would be hard to dance in, but Raffaele seemed to be experienced, and didn't step on it once.

She noticed his eyes fixating on her cleavage, it left her feeling weird, but not in a bad way. As far as she knew, he wasn't a creep that would take advantage of her.

"Maybe I do" she told him, whispering into his ear teasingly. She loved riling people up, and Raffaele was an easy target "But I'm too much for you to handle, you couldn't beat me in your dreams" she smiled as she stroked his hair, slightly pulling at a piece of it making him squirm a little.

"You don't think I could handle you?" he smirked, fully believing he could have her down in seconds.

"No, Sir" she whispered, sending chills down his spine "I know you wouldn't be able to handle me"

He brought his hand down to her thigh which was accessible due to the slits in the side of her dress, which were barely visible due to the puffy tulle.

He gripped it tightly, hiking it up his side as he leaned forward, so far that Circe thought they would fall.

If I didn't hate her so much I might actually fuck her. He thought as he looked at the girl in his arms.

"If you weren't so important to this war, I would have you dead by now" he whispered, his lips so close to her ear she could almost feel them against her skin.

"You've told me that already Sir, find something new" she rolled her eyes as she dragged her red nails across the skin of his neck.

"Someone really needs to put you in your place Circe" Her name rolled off his tongue "It will get you killed some day"

"Hmm" she hummed "Fingers crossed"

He rose again, with her leg still hiked up his side, as he dragged her along the dance floor with the skill of a professional dancer.

There was so much tension between the two, as they looked into one another's eyes with fiery anger as they continued to dance to the song.

His let go of his grip on her thigh, going back to holding her by the waist tightly with one hand, and bringing the other up to her neck.

He dragged his index finger up the front of her throat, tilting her chin upwards so she was looking directly at him.

If he wanted to, he could kiss her right now, their lips were only centimetres apart.

Her lips were so plump and juicy looking. The red lipstick that coated them making them all the more desirable.

He shook away the thought, and leaned closer to her ear.

"When I win this war" he whispered into her ear, slightly grazing her earlobe with his lips, sending chills throughout her whole body "I'm going to enjoy watching the life drain from your eyes when I kill you"

Circe smirked sexily, grazing her own lips against his neck, making his grip on her waist grow even tighter.

"I look forward to it" she told him "Sir" she gave his neck one last squeeze, as she removed the tight grip he had on her waist, and walked away from the dance floor, her hips swaying.

Others in the room watched as the mysterious beauty walked away from the brooding man. she smirked victoriously, being petty enough to be happy she had gotten the last word in.

Raffaele was pissed at her. If they hadn't been so good at acting, others might notice how much she had annoyed him, and embarrass him in front of his rivals.

He would punish her for that.

A/N: sorry this was a short chapter guys.

I hope to be able to release another one tomorrow or the day after :))