"You're staring at him again," Valentina sighs.
"Hm?" I responded, not catching on to what Valentina was inferring. She tugs on my arm and shakes her head, chuckling.
"You were staring at Mateo." She takes a sip of her coffee, looking up at me.
"I'm...
(update: this has now changed to another story, please read)
HEY EVERYONE!
As you all know, MAI is officially finished *cries* and I THANK YOU ALL FOR GETTING ME HERE, I WOULD'VE NEVER THOUGHT IT WAS POSSIBLE SO TYSMM.
BUT because this is over, I just got bored so I decided to make a new story WHICH IS NOT COMING OUT RIGHT NOW, but it is in the works and I'm planning to release it when I'm SURE it's going to be sailing. {This time I may only update three times a week.}
SO IMMA GIVE A TEASER FOR SOME OF IT.
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Blurb
I ran my hands through his hair, my grip firm as I pushed it down slightly, my main focus on his lips.
"And then?"
"Then I'd slide my dick into you and fuck you mercilessly, even if you have me begging to stop, I'll make sure you can't walk or think straight for months. I'd take you in every single fucking position, and I'd make sure that your tight little pussy is all used up but yet it still wants me inside. I'd make you scream, sing and shout my name, all from the overwhelm of pleasure and I'd do it every fucking time until you learn to listen."
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Win her trust.
Sleep with her.
And then humiliate her.
That's what Dante was sent to do, but once he lays eyes on Khristina, he knows this plan might happen to go down the drain.
s n i p p e t
I scoff, watching as he closes the door behind him, placing all the locks in place. I gulped, feeling a tiny bit more anxious. "Okay...Dante, I don't care what your name is, I've told you over and over again, I'm not interested, so could you please do me a favour and...scram?"
He chuckled, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a golden gun. My eyes widened at the sight, my mouth slightly ajar as I took a step back.
"See that's the problem, bellissima," Dante says, his voice low as he twirls the gun in his hands. "I don't do favours."
I gulped again, moving to the other side of the couch where I felt I was most safe. But with the way he had that gun in his hands, I was sure I was anything far from safe.
"I'm a man who doesn't have patience, which means if I say something," He pushes the couch which pushes my computer and it lands on the floor with a painful smash. "Ascolti."
I close my eyes, trying to hold in a tear as he nears closer to me. I can feel his gun trace down the side of my face and stopping at my neck.
I'm going to die and I haven't responded yet, oh lord please know I'm very sorry, please don't let this man kill me.
"I'll say it to you one more time, Khristina. We're going on a date. Tonight. At seven."
I felt his breath on my face and fuck me for saying this but he had a really nice breath.
Like really nice.
"Okay." I nodded, opening my eyes to see him standing directly in front of me, limiting any space for air to come between us.
"Don't try any funny business and dress nicely."
I mumbled under my breath, rolling my eyes. It's as if this man has never heard the word manners before.
"Don't roll your eyes at me," He demanded and a slight of me was tempted to do it again.
Did this 'Dante' guy think he's scary because he was waving around some golden gun as if he owned this place?
Because he is actually scary, but maybe if I make him think I'm not scared of him he'll leave me alone.
"Since when did you tell me what to do, Dante?" He narrowed his eyes, a slight smirk on his lips and he nodded, rolling his tongue in his mouth.
"I don't think you understand me, Khristina." His hand found a way to the back of my neck, pulling it up so our noses were almost touching. "I demand obedience, and if I don't get that?" He raised his gun to something behind me and pulled the trigger making me jump in his hold.
"Something like that happens, except it'll be in your pretty, little head." I gulped, sucking in a breath as I watched Dante back up towards the door, tucking his golden gun into his pocket.
He unlocks the door in a swift movement but then turns, a slight smile on his face. "Obbedienza, bellissima." The door slammed shut, jolting me a little as I just stood there, unable to comprehend the shock.
Do I go to the police?
He'd find me, just like he found my fucking house.
Who are you, Dante?
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NO, because I'm actually quite interested in this I CAN'T WAIT OMFMF.
ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU FOR THE READS AND VOTES, AND ALL YOUR SUPPORT LOVE YOU ALL!
