Note. This one-shot contains smut. If you're a minor, please do not proceed.
Pairings: Dion x Noblewoman!OC
Words: 2498
Genre: Smut and a sprinkle of angst
Rated: 18+
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Dion Agriche wasn't the kind to fall in love - no, far from it. He's the kind that would separate loved ones from each other just because he loathed seeing two souls bound together in blessing of the goddess.
Ah, perhaps that's why.
The Agriches have long fallen out of the goddess' favor since the first Agriche, Dion's ancestor, decided to dabble in the forbidden arts that go beyond human reasoning and righteous morales.
I must be just as fucked up if I let this man put his hands on me.
"Arabella Ophelia Gastor," Dion's husked voice fans my skin, the scent of musk and citrus from his cologne filling my senses - it goes without saying that we've come too far to be worried about being in each other's personal spaces, "what would the esteemed Duke Gastor think he saw you like this?"
My heart has long withered and dried for it to be crashing against the ground at the mention of my darling father - the man who treasures her daughter dearly that every suitor who's come tp ask for my hand in marriage would be seen running out of the Gastor manor, leaping into their awaiting carriage and riding away as if the devil was after them.
"My dear Belle, I'm afraid no man will ever be deserving of you," father's forehead would crease as he sighed after every audience with my marriage candidate.
The Red Gastor is one of the 5 ruling families. Not that many, if any, could match up to us. And yet father dared dream for the impossible.
Well, if he'd allowed me to at least keep a close male companion, then perhaps I wouldn't have fallen into the tangled webs of Dion Agriche.
"I'm sure his disappointment could not have been more severe than that of Duke Agriche for his eldest son," the corners of my lips curl as my heart writhes in fear at the sight of those blood red eyes.
They glint fiercely with a sort of emotion that I can't pinpoint. Not that I plan tread past what we have now - stolen kisses and silent moans behind closed doors.
The heat of his body seeps through my dress, past my corset and into my pores. The buttons of his shirt grinds against my nipples roughly as he pulls me to him by the waist.
It's unfair.
The ribbons holding my dress together have been pulled loose by his devious fingers, the neckline falling past my chest and my corset undone, leaving my breasts bare in the cold night air while he remains clothed. The dark maroon and black suit hugging his figure almost as though it's tailed perfectly to his size.
"You've grown brazen over the course of the last few months I've been away, haven't you?" Without any warning, his hand grasps my left breast, drawing out a moan from my rose-tinted lips before I bite down on it. Hard.
When the melody of the instrument from the main hall continues to play, only then do I allow myself the luxury to breathe out.
No one heard.
No one ever does and yet my heart still stutters with anxiousness every time Dion drags me to one of the closed, shadow-poured rooms and crashes his lips against mine.
His kisses are never gentle nor guided by any sense other than titillating need for human touch.
It's foolish and dangerous and exciting.
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