𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐞

29|| Dress

Dante // February 20
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Celeste is still standing before me, growing noticeably impatient.

"I'm going out," she says yet again.

The deal was that she'd ask either me or Ricardo if she can leave the house, but it seems like the little devil wasn't planning on asking any time soon.

I stand up and walk around my desk to lean against it. "You don't have to go out." I cut to the case, knowing she dislikes verbal games. "I'll fuck you."

She frowns up at me with an unimpressed face. "You make it sound like you're doing me a favor."

I shrug. "See it as a favor in the name of hospitality."

She breaths out a humorless chuckle. "How about you come with me to a club?" She closes our distance, looking up at me in challenge. "Then you can see just how quickly people throw themselves at me, begging me to-"

She doesn't get to finish the sentence when I grab her throat, holding it in a mild grip as I press her against the wall.

"Fine," I say, hating how the thought of someone else touching her got this reaction out of me. "We won't call it a favor. Satisfied now?"

"If you keep chocking me like a little bitch, satisfaction won't be on the horizon anytime soon."

I cut off her airpipes, not using all my strength to make sure she can still tell me to stop. Her eyes grow wide at the action and a whimper almost as soft as one of her weak breaths slips from her mouth.

I bring my mouth to her ear. "Just say the word, and I'll assure that satisfaction is all you'll be leaving this room with."

I loosen my grip on her throat and she greedily breathes fresh air as her head falls back into the wall. Her eyes link with mine, the grey in her irises having changed into a storm-like color as she looks up at me.

I glance down at the belt of her leather coat, barely restraining myself from ripping it loose and using the strap of fabric to tie it around that pretty neck of hers.

"Wait," she says and I snap my gaze up to her face. "I-" She shakes her head before narrowing her eyes at me. Skepticism, confusion and lust all clear in her expression. "I don't understand."

"You said it would be a onetime thing before we had sex in your living room," she elaborates when she sees my frown. "You said to never speak of it again and that you were serious about it."

For some reason the fact that she recalled what I'd said word for word made my mouth corners pull up slightly. I snap out of it before it can turn into a smile.

"I know what I said." I absentmindedly rub the flushed skin of her throat with my thumb as I hold her against the wall. "But I want to fuck you now anyway."

"Oh," she says in realization. "So.. you were lying?"

She asked it like a genuine question instead of an accusation. "More like a mistake in judgement."

She nods her head slowly in understanding before her eyes trail down my body – lingering on the exposed skin of my upper chest – with that same stormy look in them. "So.." she starts. "If we fuck now, then that will be a onetime too?"

"No," I answer before my brain can even process the sound of her question.

I can't go back to three weeks of suppressing the unexplainable need to get undone at her hands – that simply would be an attack on my own sanity.

Who knows, maybe if I'd fuck her enough she'd eventually get out of my system.

"What I mean is that we can fuck whenever we want. No strings attached." My eyes flicker down to her chest, annoyed to find everything still covered by that coat. "Is that something you'd want?"