Wants In Ways It Shouldn’t Happen

The next day

Mireille kept her eyes closed, feeling the warmth of another body from behind her. She could feel his breath caressing her neck and his arms wrapped around her body, holding her in place.

Still keeping her eyes closed, memories of the previous night flooded Mireille’s brain and she found herself subconsciously relaxing into his body.

She still felt scared after the close rape accident and pushing her body closer to his helped her feel safer. She could recall how she had cried, screamed and begged the man to let her go. She had put up a fight that she knew was not going to last long, then Dante had come for her and had shot the man multiple times.

She could still hear the gunshots in her head and that was the first time she witnessed a killing. The shots resounded in her head and her hand subconsciously grabbed Dante’s arm, holding onto him tightly.

It was weird. He was the one who had pulled the trigger and caused the shots that was now scaring her but still yet, he seemed to be taking that scar away by just being by her side.

Every of the night’s memory replayed in her head, the way he had hugged her and apologized for not killing the man slower and how he had carried her home and even hummed a lullaby to make her sleep.

Mireille felt her stomach tighten and she gulped down before finally opening her eyes. The room was now lit up by the bright rays of the morning sun.

For a second, she thought about getting out of bed but she realized that she did not want to do so and leave the warmth and sense of security his body was providing hers with.

“You are awake?” Dante’s deep raspy voice made her body tense.

“Uhm… Yes” her voice was barely above a whisper.

Dante’s arms left her waist and Mireille felt an instant coldness wash over her. Dante sat up on the bed, pushing the sheets off his body.

Mireille turned to face him and found him seated and leaning against the headboard. His upper body was bare and Mireille noted that it was the first time she would be seeing more than his veiny hands.

His body was inked and covered in tattoos. Some of the tattoos were tiny and some were bigger. There was barely any uninked skin left on his upper body. And right on his abs was a tattoo of a beautiful crown. The tattoo looked beautiful and for a second, Mireille wanted to run her fingers over that tattoo.

Dante gulped, trying not to think too much about the way she was staring at him right now because if any other woman stared at him the way she was staring at him right now, he would be parting her legs and driving his cock inside of her but then again, she wasn’t any other woman.

“Stop staring like you have never seen tattoos”

Mireille blinked, taking her gaze away from his body to his face. He still had a sleepy look on his face and his hair was quite messy too but even that made him look hot.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“I am fine now” Mireille mumbled, sitting up on the bed too.

Dante held her hands and checked them out, his brows pulling together in worry.

“I should have called the doctor over last night”

Mireille pulled her hands out of his grip.

“I am fine, I do not need a doctor for these tiny bruises”

“I don’t remember asking for your opinions on this” Dante replied.

“Seriously, I do not need a doctor, I am fine” Mireille groaned and got out of the bed.

“The last time I decided to follow your words” his voice was deep and calm as he started.

“You told me you didn’t need guards and look at what happened last night. Would that have happened if you had listened to me, Princess? Why were you out there in the middle of the night?” Dante asked, getting out of the bed too. His voice rose, his frustration getting evident.

“Is that the Belinda’s place you told me you were going to? And why were you out till so late at night? Weren’t you supposed to be at home by that time already? Or did you just lie to me? You did not go to see any Belinda but instead went out on your own” his voice grew harsh with every single word he uttered.

“Yes! I lied to you!” Mireille admitted.

“I lied to you because I wanted to be free! Take a look at you and James, the both of you have been working for years but me? I have never worked, never had a job, never made money myself! All I have in my account is what James gives to me and…. ”

“If you ever need more, you can tell me. I will give it all to you!”

“I don’t need more from you! I want to make money myself, Dante!”

“Why would you want to go through all the stress, princess?”

“Princess, princess, princess!” Mireille screamed.

“I am not a princess! I most certainly don’t want to be this kind of princess who is guarded every second and not allowed to even have a job!” She yelled at him and Dante shut his eyes, calming himself down.

He was wrong, he should not have raised his voice at her after what had just happened to her the previous night.

“Listen to me, prin…”

“Not that! Don’t call me that, Dante! And yes, I lied to you yesterday. I went out and got myself a job!”

“You don’t understand. The world is not as pure as you think it is.” Dante said to her, walking over to her.

“Then show me what the world really looks like! Why do you get to see what the world really is while I get to see just this glamorous side of it?!” Mireille yelled at him, letting out all of her pent up emotions.

She wanted him to understand that she wanted to experience the world too. The good and the bad side, she wanted to see it all.

“Trust me, you don’t want to see what the world really looks like. James asked me to keep you safe and that is what I am doing. Don’t make it hard for me”

“I am an adult and I don’t need you to keep me safe”

“You are too good for this world….”

“I don’t want to be just good. And don’t you call me a good girl, Dante.”

Dante threw his head back and ran his hands through his messy hair. Somehow, he wanted to end this argument and instead turn her into his good girl and make her understand how much pleasures she could get from being his good girl. He wanted to make her yearn for those words of praise for him. Wanted her to take him until she was totally full just so she could hear him call her a good girl.

But for now he had to shut her up and calm her down already and the best way he could think of doing that was to kiss her mouth shut.

Without any second thoughts, Dante got in front of her and raised her face up. Mireille looked at his face with confusion at his sudden action but before she could ask him what he was doing, his mouth has descended on hers.

“Hmm, Dan…” She tried to call his name but her words were completely muffled by his mouth over hers.

His lips instantly sucked her lower lips into his while his arms wrapped around her waist. Mireille’s body was frozen for the next few seconds and Dante knew that he had calmed her down already but he did not want to pull away from her yet.

Mireille’s hands raised up and wrapped around Dante’s body and she could not tell if she had moved her hands to do so or if her hands had done that on their own. She tried to remind herself that this was Dante and he was someone she did not like but her body made the decision instead. Her body liked him and wanted him even when she did not.

Dante pulled her body closer to him, feeling her melt in his arms. His tongue licked on her lips and then he bit down on her lower lip, earning a small gasp from Mireille.

Dante groaned, the small gasp having huge effects on his body and sending heat through his body.

Mireille’s hands moved on his back and gave his back a rub. Dante slid his tongue into the heat of her mouth and Mireille moaned softly as their tongues found each other.

Mireille could feel the heat of his body against her own body and it fueled a particular type of heat within her. His fingers pushed the shirt she was wearing and grazed her bare waist and Mireille could not contain another moan.

His touches were slight and yet made her shiver.

The kiss turned harder in a matter of seconds with the both of them kissing each other deeply and intertwining their tongues in a lustful dance.

Dante groaned as her fingers found his hair and ran through the silky, messy hair. He suddenly broke the kiss, his other hand cupping her face.

He pressed their foreheads together and Mireille slowly opened her eyes to meet with his own burning eyes.

Their eyes were filled with lust, want and desire for each other and their feeble attempts to cover all of those feelings up was not working.

“Oh fuck, princess” Dante cursed roughly.

He wanted her, wanted to kiss away the touches of that bastard from the previous night, wanted to run his hands over her body.

He leaned in and brushed his lips against her lips, realizing and accepting the fact that he wanted her in a way he was not supposed to want her.

Keeping the promise he made to James was going to get a lot more harder.