Being Her Peace

“Are you sure you are okay, Princess?” Dante asked.

The both of them were in the car, heading back home but Dante could not help but feel that Mireille’s mood had changed all day.

Her eyes seemed to be filled with certain emotions that he struggled to identify. Could it be fear? If that was it, what was she scared of? Who was she scared of?

“I am fine” Mireille mumbled.

That had been her response to him each time he asked that question and Dante had just about enough of it.

“Stop the car” he said to the driver and the car was immediately brought to a halt.

“Out” Dante ordered and the driver got out of the car.

“It’s the express. Why are you telling him to get out in the middle of nowhere?.” Mireille asked and Dante grabbed her shoulders.

Her jerked her body and made her look into his eyes. His grey eyes searched into her hazel eyes until she lowered her gaze with nervous blinks.

“Tell me what happened with you, Princess” Dante requested to know, this time, his tone was more demanding.

“I…” Mireille shut her eyes tightly and recalled the message she had seen earlier that day. She wanted to tell Dante about it, about her dad and about all that had happened to her but she chose not to.

The fact that they were now sexually closer did not make Dante the perfect person for her to spill her secrets and insecurities to.

“I am fine, Dante. I just want to get home, sleep and prepare for work tomorrow” she replied and Dante growled deeply.

“If you remain in this dampened mood, then just forget about working and…” Dante stopped, feeling cold breeze blow in through the car window.

Mireille shook with sudden fear.

“It’s… It’s going to be raining soon” she whispered and Dante saw tears in her eyes.

“Princess” he let out a hot breath and pulled Mireille close to him.

“I am here. Just feel me around you and you will absolutely be fine” he kissed her forehead and Mireille let go of her emotions, wrapping her arms around him as a few tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Can… Can we not drive in the rain, please?” Mireille asked.

“I do not want to ride in the rain” her soft, broken voice made Dante bite his lower lip down hard.

Dads were monsters, just like his own father had been a monster to him. Mireille’s dad has equally caused this to happen to her. Right there, Dante’s promise to himself to never become a father got stronger.

“Alright, Princess. Whatever you say. We are not very far from home anymore” he said as softly as he could and opened the door of the car.

He helped Mireille out of the car and seeing her look so frightened made his cold heart hurt. His Princess should never be afraid of anything. It pained Dante that Mireille and James were not telling him about this stepdad of theirs.

He picked Mireille up from the floor, sweeping her into his strong arms.

“I can walk, Dante. It is still a while away from home” Mireille pointed out.

“I am responsible for you and I won’t let you hurt your legs by walking for so long” Dante began to walk the lonely road.

“Am I too heavy for you?” Mireille asked after a few steps.

“I can barely feel you in my arms. You are super light that I fear I have not been feeding you with food at all. But then it is not my fault, is it? You are the one who is more interested in being fed my cock than being fed with food”

Mireille giggled and hit his chest lightly and Dante was more than relieved that he had diverted her attention. He only had to keep it on and make sure she was not thinking of what she had been thinking about all day.

“I am not lying, am I?”

“You are” Mireille replied back.

“But you do want me as much as I want you, right?” Mireille asked and Dante chuckled.

“I want you more than you want me” he looked down at her face and gave her a lopsided smile before looking forward again.

“But it is not my fault. Not my fault you look so fucking sexy and turn me on without even trying to. Did you perhaps want me when we were in highschool?.” Dante asked.

“No, not at all. You were a jerk, you still are. You were a fuck boy too, you still are….”

“Just for you now, though” Dante cut her off and Mireille let out a shrill laughter.

“For the next two months to be precise” Mireille laughed and Dante pressed his lips into a thin line, realising she was right.

Mireille’s body would only be his to fuck and savour for the next two months and then she would be gone and probably in the nearest future, she’d get with another man and another man would take over this body he so fucking cherished.

His grip around her tightened instinctively as he thought about that.

“Alright, and back then, you just annoyed me. You still do now. You still annoy me by calling me Princess and…”

“So what exactly changed and made you want me?” Dante cut her off.

“I… I really do not know, Dante. I guess you got a lot more… Sexier” she whispered the last word.

“And I got a little bit more needy”

“And loads more sexier” Dante added.

“You have no idea how much change you have gone through, Princess. Your sexy, round ass and your perfect tits.”

“Tell me the truth” Dante suddenly said.

“Have you ever liked me calling you Princess? Not during sex when you would have loved me calling you anything I want to. On just regular, basic days, have you ever wanted me to pop up and call you Princess?” Dante asked the question ever so casually but it made Mireille’s heart beat faster.

“I… I have never liked you calling me that, especially in front of others. It’s so cringey. You have no idea” she rushed her words nervously and Dante chuckled.

“I do not believe you” he shook his head.

“Oh, you’d better do and really stop calling me that” she replied.

“The movie the other day” Dante decided to speak about it as he did not want to go silent and let Mireille be aware of their surroundings and how heavy the clouds had seemed to become with rain.

“The one with this poor girl and cruel man. Do you think the man could have a reason for being like that?” He asked.

“What reasons could he have? No one should kill another person”

“I did kill someone” Dante mumbled and Mireille gulped down, recalling the incident.

“It was just a one time thing for you, Dante and you did it because you wanted to keep me safe. That is… Fine, I guess. You are not cruel” she snuggled into his arms, feeling safer.

A one time thing??

Dante forced out a smile. If only she knew that he had ordered the killing of the commissioner of police who died earlier that day because the commissioner of police was interfering with his business way too much.

“Yes, I am not that cruel”