𝐓𝐖𝐓𝐏𝐓𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐁: 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 [Dionxoc]

Chapter |4|

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Captivated

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Third Person's pov:

|• Vermiel's eyes shot open, feeling the back of her neck ache with the accompaniment of a head ache. She started rubbing her temples, "Oh... Victoria, what-"

She immediately flinched when she saw a glimpse of black hair laying down besides her. Her eyes widened at the sight of the sleeping man, only for her to pannick when she noticed she was wearing different clothes.

It was a white night gown that covered her body down to her thighs, thankfully. But the pannick only rose when she noticed that she was in a bed, not the bed from the interrogation room, but a proper sleeping bed.

Her eyes scanned her surroundings, and she was indeed in a bed chamber. Alone...

With Dion Agriche...

She tightened her grip on the blankets, 'What happened? Why am I here?'

'Who changed my clothes!?'

She breath in heavily before slowly lifting up the blankets, then tried to get out the bed without waking up the giant black panther, deep in slumber...

A hand then suddenly granbed her waist and dragged her back to the bed, making her yelp in surprise. She reluctantly opened her eyes and saw Dion hovering above her, staring oth a blank face...not to mention shirtless...

"Where do you think you're going?"

Vermiel glared up at her captor, only for him to smirk down at her. "Trying to escape from you, what do you think. Filthy bastard!", She growled...

"Ah...I better watch your mouth if I were you, because your head might be rolling on the floor right now", Dion said, as his right hand surrounded Vermiel's neck, holding it in place...

But to his surprise, she swiftly wrapped her legs around his bare torso and pushed him down to the bed, switching their positions as Vermiel locked both of her hands on Dion's neck.

"Are you sure it's not your head rolling on the floor? I might be held captive by you, but I stil have the advantages when it comes to killing", she smirked down on him. Her legs tightly squeezing his legs together to keep them in place as her hands switched to his arms, preventing him from ising his limbs.

But Dion continued to smirk, quite enjoying the sight of her attempting to immobilize him. But the word 'attempt' left his thoughts when he tried to sit up, which was unexpectedly difficult for him because he couldn't lift his upper body. Making him narrownhis blood red colored eyes at the smirking lady.

He tried again, but this time, he used more strength and thrusted his hips up. Making Vermiel hover in the air for about a second before she was pulled down by again by her her waist, catching her of guard.

She landed on the bed with her wrists above her head, thicker legs pinned her lower body down. And a hand on her stomach just below her breasts.

Dion pushed down on the lady, making her winch in pain, "you sick...bastart!!"

But Dion only smirked back, "Are you sure I'm the one who's sick? You're the one who has flustered cheeks...". That made Vermiel scowl at Dion, trying to keep her blish in check.