Chapter 82 Rags and Ritches 23

Chapter 82 Rags and Ritches 23
Aria

I didn’t sleep that night. Honestly I didn’t really expect to. And Dante didn’t come to me. I had half expected he would after admitting his feelings to me but no he stayed away and my bedroom door was locked.

It was almost like they expected me to bolt and honestly I would have except-

Except what? With a groan I rolled over and buried my face into the pillows. Except that maybe I was already half in love with him as well. I was definitely in love with his penis which was a ludicrous notion all by itself. You couldn’t fall in love with your captor after just a few days. It was impossible.

Deep down I knew it wasn’t though.  I’d never met anyone quite like Dante before. He was more similar to me than any other person I had ever met. Always planning something.

I liked that about him. He kept me on my toes. 

Which meant this whole thing about him loving me but forcing me to marry his boss was a play. I just had to figure out what his angle was.

And I would. I had to because there was no way I was marrying that old man. I’d kill myself first.

The thought had only just entered my mind when I heard the key to the bedroom door unlock. 

“Good morning Aria.” Dante strode threw. His eyes averted as he placed a breakfast tray on the vanity by the window. “I hope you slept well?”

Frowning, I let the blankets fall down around my waist. Baring my breasts for him. It always got his attention. Well usually.

This morning, he kept his eyes away. 

“Why are you being so formal?” I asked softly as I swung my legs over the bed and wearing just my panties padded towards him. 

Slowly Dante’s head lifted and he watched me sashay towards him. But instead of pure lust there was nothing but anger on his face.

“Am I being formal?”

Reaching passed him, I grabbed at a strawberry and popped it between my lips. “Yes.” I breathed as I sucked the red juices from my fingers. “You are.” I knew the way I was leaning over him had brushed my naked breasts against his arm but he still didn’t move.

What was wrong with him?

Straightening, I glared at him. 

“I can’t do this anymore.” Dante stiffened and my frown grew deeper. I could feel myself getting a headache. My eyebrows were knotted together so hard.

“Do what?”

“This.” Motioning between our bodies he stepped away. “This having you but not having you.”

“What do you mean by-“ the words were barely out of my mouth before he was on me. His lips descended but he didn’t kiss my mouth. Instead he pressed his mouth to each of my nipples in turn.

Biting my lip I stifled the moan that threatened to escape me. But my eyes darted towards the door. “Shut the door Dante. Before someone sees.”

He went totally still. “And this is what I mean.” Grumbling under his breath he straightened and again his eyes locked onto mine. “I can only have you in secret. I don’t want that Aria. It’s killing me inside.”

I stared at him open mouthed. 

“I want you to want the world to see us. That’s why I made you cum last night. Because I want the world to see we are fucking-“

“Fucking? If we are just fucking then why are you suddenly throwing a fit. Or is this some new game you’re playing that I need to catch up on.”

One second he looked sad, and the next his hand was around my throat. Fingers squeezing as he slammed me back down on the bed.

“I want the world to know we are fucking together. Why don’t you ever listen?” He growled out and I had never heard or seen him look more dangerous. “Do you know how hard this is for me? From the moment I first saw you I wanted you. And yeah I took what I could get. But today you marry the head of my family. You sign the papers and become his and I can never fucking touch you again.” He groaned raggedly. “And it’s going to kill me watching you share his bed and knowing he has his old filthy hands on you.”

“He won’t touch me.” I tried to put his mind at ease because this was seriously coming out of nowhere and it was throwing me for a loop.

What did he mean? I honestly couldn’t tell if he was genuine or this was just another one of his games.

“I don’t think he is even capable.” And wasn’t that the truth. The old man was in a wheelchair. His head was still wrapped with bandages. Not once since I had been taken had he said even one word to me.

He wasn’t going to force himself on me anytime soon.

“He will heal. And when he does he will break you.” There was genuine pain in his voice. “You should have killed him, Aria. Even if it had started a war. Even if it meant I was sent to kill you.”

My chin jerked up at his words. “You love me so much you would rather I die?”

Jesus, what was his game? 

“I would rather you die than what will happen to you in this house when you become his wife.”

I stared at him open mouthed. Surely he didn’t mean that? Surely -

Loosening his grip , I sucked in a breath and watched as he straightened. “Get dressed and eat Aria. I will be back in an hour to take you to your new husband.” For a second he let his eyes wander over my almost nude body. It was almost like he was memorising me. Locking away my body into his mind.

Almost like he knew he was never going to see me again.

My stomach flipped over and I scrambled towards him. “Dante.” I tried and failed to grab his sleeve. “We could run-“

“No we can’t Aria. Today is your wedding day and we-“ tenderly he reached down to stroke his fingers down my cheek before walking away. “Are out of time.”