Fourteen

Isabella

I woke up when Dante had already left for work. I had a mixture of feelings this morning wondering why my kidnap had taken a sharp turn. I don't even know what to do anymore. Dante has a lot of personality. One time he was a bossy asshole and the other time a steamy lover. I just can't figure out what he is doing now. He is keeping me safe alright but I can't be here any longer without hopping into his bed at a given opportunity. Though he happens to always find a way to not fuck me. Last night I had surrendered myself in the devil's hands. I loved the way he commanded my body with just the tops of his figures. He wasn't being gentle with me, just the way I liked it. I bet he is so good to fuck, very violent...

I spent the rest of the morning in my room reading my novel. The same novel that had heightened my body when Dante walked into my room to give me the kiss of the century.