His Angel

Chapter 19

My eyes shut as I played out today in my head. Deep slumber once again filled me as I felt an arm around my waist...

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My eyes slowly opened to the natural lighting coming from the balcony which was not covered by the curtains. I probably forgot to close them last night.

Today I felt better and more energized. It felt weird because a lot has happened in these few weeks. 

I shifted on the bed but my waist was tugged by a hand. Dante's hand wrapped around my waist as his whole body faced me.

I turned my head to his face but making sure that I didn't shift my body. I studied his face peacefully. He had a frown on his face, his brows furrowed but calm at the same time.

I preferred Dante when he is amused or in a jokey mood. He keeps the murderous thoughts of him out of my head. I did notice how he was surprisingly nice and caring. 

The anklet which I now felt on my ankle. It was beautiful and I wasn't planning on taking it off.

My eyes looked down at Dante's lips. They looked.. uhm.. they looked.. nice? I don't know what is happening to me but I really wanted to kiss him right now.

Ugh. He killed my father. He kidnapped me. He tortured me. He threatened me. He forced me to marry him. He threatened to rape me on the wedding night. But why do I still feel like he has good in him. 

Everyone has good in them, they just need someone to help them show their real side. Their true side. 

But I don't think I can be that person for him. I don't see a potential husband and wife relationship between us.

We have so much differences. He clearly likes dominance. And I don't. He's rude. And I'm not. He's Arrogant. And I'm not. He's ruthless. And once again I am not. 

"Did no one teach you that staring at someone is considered rude?" Dante's deep morning voice startled me. 

shit. His morning voice. so deep. so rough. Oh My God I need to stop. This is not healthy to think like this. This man is not a good person. I cannot do this.

"I was waiting for you to wake up so I can go to the toilet." I quickly spoke to save myself from further embarrassment . 

"Ask nicely and I will remove my arm" He now tightened his arm around my waist as I rolled my eyes. 

One. Why does he sound so hot. Two. Why is he trying to ruin my mood in the early morning.

"Danteee" I growled as I lifted my hip in frustration 

"Yes, Angel" His voice muffled into the pillow as he now came closer to me. 

"I will pee myself" I spoke trying to make him let me go.

"Ask nicely and I will" He spoke with no emotion at all but I knew he was in a good mood because he hasn't screamed at me. yet. 

"No Dante. I need to go to the toilet for God's sake" I growled even louder now trying to lift his hand off of my waist with my hands. 

Dante lifted himself off of his side of his bed and now stared me down as he was now on top of me. My breath hitched. He looked so good. His roughed up hair. His beard. His dark eyes. His naked torso. He looked so good right now.

I need to stop. Why am I so horny today.

"What are you doing?" I was so close to stuttering but pulled myself together. for now.

"What am I doing?" He looked from my face to my torso and back to my face.

"Can you move" I spoke, remembering that I need to pee.