DANTE'S POV
I walked out of the ladies room with Helena's scent still lingering on my finger and it enveloped like a cozy sweater, but still it wasn't enough to work the tense muscle in my jaw. I was pissed and for so many reasons it was difficult to begin to work my mind through all of them, and when my mood burned like this, I had to find an outlet let it out or there was no telling what I'd do, it was unpredictable and even I was terrified by my rage.
I was pissed at Helena, long before the auction started and I found out that she had lost the ring but it wasn't entirely her, it was that bastard Christian and the way he always seemed to show up around her, it took every ounce of self control not haul after him and knock out his tweet so he never smiles at a woman in his life. I grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing tray and I downed it one gulp, watching them and letting the anger build up in me until I exploded.
But then, there was something so incredibly sexy about her desperately trying to bid the back, it was the steadiness of her voice, her shocked face when she realized what Matteo had done, it was the fiery glint in her eyes and all I wanted to do was to take her home and then suck her soul from every crevice of her body and then graze my teeth on her silk flesh and marking what belongs to me but still I was pissed and I'd have to punish her for losing her ring.
"One million dollars" I held my bid up, I was getting bored of the challenge and there was no way I was letting any of these people walk out of this place with that ring. I was so pissed at Helena, I drilled her with my fingers in the Ladies' bathroom, until she was close and then I withdrew my hand, causing a sharp intake of breath from her when I deprived her of that explosive lick of pleasure, her eyes flared and met mine through the mirror and I was this close to fucking her silly in that position till her eyes roamed towards the back, I was so close to fucking her in a way she'll understand that she belonged to me but I was still pissed and most of my anger was directed at Matteo.
I found him, leaning against the car and smoking a cigarette still bearing that smug look on his face, he never went anywhere without it. I didn't waste any time, I charged towards to him and grabbing him by the throat, I sent a punch in – hard and throwing most of my anger in it.
"Fuck!" Matteo yelled
"What the hell were you thinking – did you steal the fucking ring" I roared at him, his eyes darkened just the way mine would and sometimes the similarities between us was blaring but I acted blind to it.
"Why would I steal her ring, I found it lying on the floor and you know what they say – finders keepers" he smirked now, and I could see a slight trickle of blood running from his nose to his lips and staining his teeth as he talked.
"Fucking hell Matteo" my pulse raced, and then I slammed him against the hood of the car, pointing a menacing finger at him, my voiced laced with venom
"You ever try shit like this again and you're done. Do you hear me Matteo? Done"
"You really going to threaten me over a woman" his voice dripped of disdain and I swear I could have punched him again
"You shut the hell up and do as I say or you're out of here!"
HELENA'S POV
I left the bathroom, barely unable to stand up straight not with prickling feeling of dissatisfaction crawling in my lower belly. I could still feel wetness pooling in my inner thigh and I became so terrified of dripping down my leg. My memory flashed with Dante's lustful eyes staring at me through the mirror, the sting of his hand raw and tingling on my bare butt – God, what was he doing to me? How did he always manage to make me feel all these emotions? How was he touch so gently yet so deeply satisfying?
I walked past people with an unconscious smile on my face but my mind struggling with my internal turmoil. I walked towards the car and I found Matteo leaning against and tapping furiously on his phone. The moment I saw him, a deep anger suddenly enveloped and that was when he noticed me, but his expression seemed a little too blank and not the usual smugness he bore. I charged towards him angrily
"What the hell Matteo?"
"Dante bought it back, what's all the fuss?" he said to me, a bit unbothered.
"You stole my ring!" it was impossible to try to emphasize the severity of a situation, he had the permanent nonchalance to him and no matter how you yelled, he just always seemed so unbothered.
"Point of correction, I didn't steal – I found it"
I rolled my eyes and if he was going to say the whole finders keepers thing, I could hit him.
"Finders keepers" I heard him say and in an instant, my hands flew up ready to connect with his cheek but he caught hold of my hands before I had the chance to
"I don't think my face can take anymore hits" he said quietly and that was when I noticed blood clotted on his nose, and a slight cut on his upper lip.
"Did Dante hit you?" I asked him
"Well he sure didn't give me a hug now, did he?
"Well you deserve it" I pulled my hand away from his grasp and walked towards the car and Matteo said something that stopped me in my tracks.
"He bought that ring back for a price way higher – at least now you know you mean something to him"
The car ride home was a silent one and Matteo's words kept replaying in my brain and stomach was doing the fluttering thing it does when I think about Dante. I rushed to my room immediately hoping to find him there but to my much greater surprise – right there on my bed was my engagement ring and the diamond necklace I was staring at