Chapter 47 (Part 2): Danté's POV

Allissa, that b*tch. 

I was peacefully watching Princess talk to Lizzy, with a drink in hand. She looked so beautiful, her dark brown hair was tamed and flattened, hanging down her back. Her lips were the color of ripe cherries, making her dark eyes pop.

I was focusing on those lips the entire time, remembering what it felt like for my own to touch them gently. I remembered how I almost wanted to strangle that photographer when he made us stop. I wanted nothing more than to devour Princess' perfect, plump lips ever since.

So when Allissa came into view, I was genuinely annoyed. 

"You're blocking my view," I said in an irritated voice, pointing towards the woman that gave me the ring on my finger.

Allissa didn't care. She had half a braincell, and that braincell revolved around sex.