Dante

Chapter~Forty-Eight

Alright y'all, we are back with a new chapter. I am going to go ahead and tell y'all that I don't really care for chapter like this, but whatever. I hope y'all like it.

But before we go on, I need to get this off my chest. I am Not ok. (I am ok not then I'm not). It's that time again where my son's birthday is coming up. Next Friday to be exact and he will be turning two. I feels like yesterday I had just told y'all I have given birth to him and he's about to turn two. He's growing up so fast😭😭😭😭

Ok, enough on the waterworks. Onto the chapter.

Chapter dedicated to Tigerrose2002

Dante King...

I emerged from the bathroom, fog following right behind me, for I just got out of the shower. With one towel wrapped around my torso and another one thrown around my neck. With the kind of day I've had, a hot shower was exactly what I needed.

I slipped on a pair of boxers and my pajama pants when I heard a tiny knock at the door. I didn't know who to expect at this time of the night. I walked towards the door and pulled it open. My curiosity automatically turned into anger, but also hunger as I stared at the one and only person who drives me insane but will also satisfy my starvation.

Not saying anything, I turned my back towards her and walked over to my bed. Turning back around, I sat down on the bed while keeping my eyes locked on her. She was now fully in my room with the door closed.

She was looking down at my floor with her hands placed behind her back, and she was digging her pedicured toes into my carpet. I couldn't help but let out a scoff. Here she is, standing in front of me, acting all shy and innocent, but I know her best. She was anything but that. Underneath all that so-called innocent little girl façade was a devious woman who knew that she could bring me down to my knees.

For instance, she was wearing a silky off-white spaghetti strapped night gown that stopped at mid-thigh, showing off her magnificent thighs and her newly done tattoo. Her nipples were poking through the gown, and as much as I hate to admit it, the tattoos on her body only made her even harder to resist her. If she was to bend over, her whole backside would be out.

Mhmm, maybe I should spank that round ass and show her who's in charge.

"Don't look at me like that," I said to her.

A devious smirk appeared on her face, but she still gave me that innocent look with her eyes. That only lit up my fire inside of me even more. I flicked my finger after demanding her to come over to me.

She looked at me before slowly making her way in front of me. With every step she took, she kept her eyes locked on mine. With every step she took, it was too slow for me. She was doing this on purpose. She knows that she was getting under my skin. She was asking for it and I was going to deliver it to her.

Finally having enough, I got up from my bed and grabbed her by her neck, and pulled her close where we were face to face. She let out a giggle as she grabbed onto my wrist. This was a game to h, r but I am in no mood to play games with her. I squeezed her neck a little tight, r making her gasp, but I could tell it wasn't from fear it or discomfort...

Instead, it was from lust and delight.

She stared at me with those lustful eyes, giving me the eyes that she was ready to play.

"I swear, out of all the people I have to deal with, you give me the most trouble," I whispered in her ear. I placed a kiss right behind it, a soft moan escaping her lips. "And you only do it because you know you can get away with it. But not this time." I told her.