𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘

𝐗𝐗𝐗 ━ 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔭𝔲𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

chapter thirty
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(Y/N) hadn't planned to kiss Dante, nor did she ever think it would happen, but she was proven wrong when the tensity crackling between them was too much to ignore. She knew she probably shouldn't be engaging in this sort of act, but then again, she didn't really care, wanting for just a moment to think of anything other than her mother's absence.

Placing her hand on his shoulder, she kissed him softly and sweetly.

Dante did seem surprised at first, jolting underneath her touch, however he was quick to kiss her back, his hand wrapping around her waist to bring her in even closer to him.

Soon enough, the kiss turned into something more heated, more passionate. Breaths began to quicken and hands began to roam, and though both of them knew that engaging in this type of behavior after such a solemn topic was unhealthy in and of itself, neither seemed to want to stop. Dante lay (Y/N) down on her bed, his body hovering over her as he continued to kiss her roughly.

Well, not too roughly.

Only with just enough intensity to leave her breathless and wanting more.

Unfortunately, before they could go any further, the door to (Y/N)'s room opened. There, standing in the doorway, stood Devon, his eyes wide with shock as he watched Dante quickly throw himself off of the bed whilst (Y/N) quickly sat up, all three of them looking shocked in that moment. That is, until a cool type of anger began to simmer within Devon, his expression hardening into a chilling glower that he directed Dante's way.

"Leave," he commanded in a low tone. "Now."

"R-Right," Dante muttered as he quickly gathered his things, walking briskly past Devon, down the stairs, and out of the apartment entirely.

Devon then turned back to (Y/N), watch as she ran a hand down her face, as if she couldn't believe the situation she was currently in. His brow twitched at the fact, his heart hammering against his chest with how vehemently enraged he was, his eyesight seeming to cloud with a red mist that made it hard to keep his thoughts sane. Closing (Y/N)'s door behind him, he stepped forward until he was at the door of her bed, staring down at her coldly.

She glanced up at him.

"What?" She questioned, her voice taking on a rather crabby underlay.

"'What?'" He repeated with a scoff, almost as if he were mocking her, something that only made her frown deepen. "Is that what you ask? 'What?' No... I should be the one asking that. No, more like: what the fuck were you doing with that boy?"

"Does it matter?"

"Of course it fucking matters," Devon scowled, further ticked off by how unaffected she was by his anger. "I never gave you permission to do anything of those acts. And neither with that boy, either."

"Permission?" She let out a dry laugh. "I don't need your permission, Devon. I'm an adult."

"You live under my roof, lest you've forgotten," he uttered as he took a step closer to her, staring down at her with those striking emerald eyes of his that seemed to be so sharp they could cut right through her very soul if she wasn't careful. "Because of that, you follow my rules. I've done everything for you. I pay for your tuition, I make sure warm meals are on the table, and I shower you with anything and everything you could possibly ever want. Or has the car I bought you for your birthday already slipped your mind? Surely the simple ask of staying away from that boy is manageable... isn't it?"

"Seriously?" (Y/N) let out an unamused scoff. "You're being unreasonable, now."

"Unreasonable?" He scowled.

With that one single word, something within Devon snapped. Whether it be his rationale or his very sanity, he wasn't sure, however he could hardly care less, especially when the tight reigns of his control over (Y/N) seemed to be slipping away with each passing second. He could hardly stand such a thought, vying to command and excruciatingly regulate every single aspect of her life, no matter if she would hate him for it.

She couldn't leave him.

She could never leave him.

He'd rather die by his own hand than ever allow for her disappear from his side.

Striding forward quickly, diminishing any and all space between them, Devon shoved (Y/N) back down flat on her back, his hands shooting out to grasp her wrists, effectively pinning her to the bed. He then used the rest of his weight to lean against her legs, limiting her movements no matter how hard she struggled in vain.

"You think I am being unreasonable?" He muttered lowly, his grip on her wrists tightening to a painful amount. "I've done everything for you. And yet you still claim I'm being unreasonable?"

"G-Get off of me!" (Y/N) merely proclaimed, squirming underneath him to try and escape.

He stared down at her as she labored, his gaze tracing the curve of her jaw, the slope of her neck, the halo of her hair. She was stunning to him, even if her expression was screwed up into one of disbelief and anger. His grip loosened, albeit slightly, as he didn't want to hurt her as he had been doing. He reasoned with himself that (Y/N) hadn't known what she was doing with that boy, and that it had been a spur of a moment decision driven by her grief for her mother.

He latched onto this delusional belief.

It was the only thing that would keep him from hunting that boy down and ripping his throat out for daring to touch (Y/N).

"I miss her, too..." he mumbled, his words instantly making (Y/N) still.

"What?" She whispered.

"Katherine left me with you," he continued softly, brushing a lock of her hair away from her face, his eyes lidding. "You're my only reminder of her. That is why I must keep you safe. That is why I must protect you. That is why you are mine. Please... don't leave me like she did."

(Y/N)'s breath hitched at his pleading.

In that moment, Devon looked broken, hollow, desperate. She knew that he needed her, so when he leaned down and gently pressed his lips to her own, she didn't fight back. Perhaps all she really wanted was for him to distract her from the loss of her mother since he knew exactly how she was feeling. So, instead of struggling, all she did was close her eyes, because as much as she didn't want to admit it, she needed Devon, too.

She just didn't realize how much he was manipulating her into thinking that way.

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To be continued...