Lauren POV
His voice, it's like a rumble to me but I remain hidden in the array of clothes and sobbing in silence.
Not until the light hits my face that I'm forced to look at him again and this time, his appearance is more lucid and tempting.
I'm sitting, hugging my knees always as he grab my jaw mildly to make me look at him in the eyes.
His eyes searches mine as he says;
"Frightened princess? That I'd kill you?"
I nod fighting back the tears that threatens to fall as he seems soft which is weird.
A smile escape his lips as he breath heavily. He sits on the floor, his legs stretch as he says;
"Come sit here princess"
I didn't move, but avoid his gaze.
"You should know I hate it when my orders are denied, follow them and I might consider not killing you"
I crawl out without a second thought and sit between his open legs, letting out a deliberate breath.
My back stay glued to his chest and his hotness simmers through the dress I wear.
Then I feel his fingers digging my hair as though he's making braids on me which makes me jinxed.
What's his plan?
Even though his appears despite a strict and cruel personnel, I somehow want to believe he won't hurt me.
"There are rules you have to follow if you want to stay alive"
I try to turn and look at him but he shoves my face aside with just a finger and I swallow.
"Don't act innocent with me, you live by my rules now and don't question me"
As he speaks in a spooky manner, I can only gulp, as his fingers now trace the lines on my back.
Then his lips press against my neck and then his jaw rest on my left shoulder.
I let out a soft moan, feeling so hot and wanting him to feel I want him right this moment.
He kiss the crook of my neck, placing his arm around waist and pushing me closer to him.
It's like what he does behind offers me the faintest comfort as it's just us, in this vast world of clothes that I'm now noticing.
His callous hands fondles my skin, even if I can't concentrate, I still try to be conscious.
"When I demand you to speak...you do so princess" he muffles inhaling my hair and i rest my head on his shoulder blade, staring at him in the eyes while going breathless.
"Do I get to make demands?"
His brows pulls at me as he draws in a long breath. I see the surprise on his face as though he never expect I'd counter his words.
I'm running away, if father says we shouldn't cross path, it's for a reason.
I roll my face to his, making sure our lips makes a subtle touch as my hands grab his collar.
"I have a request dan" I whisper in a seductive tone even though my breath has caught in my throat.
He's still, as he cocks his head to the side.
"What do you want princess?"
I gnash my teeth and said;
"Teach me to use a gun"
He scoffs at me and then lean his lips to my ear.
"Why do you need one when I'm here?"
I don't understand what he says but I try to make it known that it's the only way I believe I'd be feared.
Even his personality is now confusing, literally, my family thinks I'm in hell, he must be slicing my skin and frying me to eat but I'm just trap in his warmth and talking.
Or is it my illusion.
"Think princess" he whispers in a deep tone as we exchange breath which I part my lips softly.
Will he really yield to my demand? He's acting nice for reason.
I've lived with such sly before and one would barely know if he's the bad guy here.
"Will you burn the world for me?"
His lips curves upward and I can see his teeth, a smile of pride. I feel stupid saying that.
"No, I'd capture it for you princess and watch you burn it to your taste"
I heave a sigh, quite flustered by his reply as my hands hasn't let go of his collar, pushing my face closely, I finally say;
"I want to see their downfall"
He says nothing and captures my lips in that position, his tongue twirl mine to his taste and he naps every breath away.
I didn't want it to result to this but winning him over is all I can stand on.
My hands ruffles his shirt, wanting to take it off him but then a phone beeps and he terminates the kiss.
I gasp heavily, still that lips of his against mine, his brighten face becomes tensed and by that expression, I know he's leaving.
He's reading the screen and I wish to see what's written on it.
"Duty call princess"
I lick my lower lips as he stands up with me, his eyes scans me and I realize my hair isn't dangling all over but pack in a braid.
The last time someone did this for me was me being a child and by my mom, I always braid it.
I didn't even know if to appreciate it but my face lights up yet the smile doesn't want to come out.
My eyes only stare at him plainly.
"Don't miss me too much princess..."
"That's if you don't lock me up dan" i cut in, maybe a little fast because I might be playing with fire and I shouldn't take his simplicity for a joke.
He smirks at me, as though wanting to say a word but just walk away, no goodbye.
Once he's gone, I heave a sigh, rubbing my chest and running to the mirror to see the stupid braid.
I look different and it's beautiful. I swirl around like a fool and then exhale when bitter memory find their way to my head.
What's your plan Dante? Don't pretend with me.
It's like I'm talking to him in the mirror when it's just me and this closet.
Taking a heel from the shoe shelf, I smash the mirror. I don't want to look pretty, not when I'm bruised and broken.
The only time I'd wear a smile is when I crumble them and Dante is on my list too.