Forbidden Desires

Chapter Sixteen: Area 51

I took in Dante's room as soon as he left. It was dark and mysterious just like him.

His walls were painted black and there wasn't one decoration in sight. He had an entire wall that was made up of a singular glass panel that looked out into the luscious green forest that surrounded his property, it was a beautiful sight.

The black-out curtains were drawn, bathing the dimly lit room in the moon's lustrous glow. The intimidating four poster california bed that was directly facing the window made me blush as I took in the scarlet silk sheets and thick wooden poles.

He had a small sitting area where I noticed a fireplace built into the wall sitting under the mounted flatscreen. I stopped observing his bedroom and rushed to the bathroom to take that shower. I didn't want him to come back and think that I was snooping.

I gasped when I stepped into his bathroom, it was the complete opposite of his bedroom with its white and gold marbled floors and matching counter. I looked up to see a crystal chandelier hanging from the center of the tall ceiling, flooding the bathroom in a bright white light.

He had a stand-up shower in the far right corner that seemed small when compared to the white stone clawed bathtub that sat in the middle of the room.

What the hell. Dante had expensive taste.

I wanted to take a bath in that tub so badly but I saw that all of his products were in the shower sitting on the built-in shelves. Fuck.

I groaned in frustration as I ignored the beautiful clawed tub and walked towards the equally exquisite shower. It took me approximately fifteen minutes to figure out how the dials worked before steaming hot water was shooting out of multiple jets.

I felt self conscious stepping into the shower and closing the transparent glass door. Dante didn't have a shower curtain up and I swear if he sneaked into the bathroom in the middle of my shower I will shove a stake straight through his heart.

Maybe that's too harsh. I thought dryly as I looked at all the different products he had available with a raised eyebrow. No wonder he has such luscious hair.

I forced myself to leave the heavenly shower after what felt like hours, with pruning fingers, and smelling exactly like Dante. I grabbed a fluffy white towel from the rack and wrapped it around my body as I bent down to pick up my discarded clothes.

Where to put these?

I walked out hoping that Dante was back in the room for once and was extremely disappointed when I stepped out to an empty bedroom. I decided to just fold my clothes and put them on the floor by the bathroom door while I went on to explore Dantes walk-in closet.

I didn't want to disturb his space so I quickly grabbed a black tee that was in plain sight and black boxers that were too big for my small waist but snuggly hugged my ass. I moaned in ecstasy as the silk sheets rubbed softly against my bare legs.

This place was like a five-star hotel room.

It was in that instance as I was rubbing myself all over the wide expanse of the bed and moaning like a fool that the door slammed open.

I shot up in bed with a smirk expecting to see Dante but imagine my horror when cobalt blue eyes met my startled gaze.

I shrieked as I backed away, throwing my back against the wall.

"You're not Dante," His deep voice called out as he stepped into the room with a very familiar smirk.

I wanted to kick him out but I remembered my manners and assumed he probably lived here if he was barging into Dantes room like this. He raked his fingers through his mop of black curly hair as he took another measured step into the room.