7. Bianca
CHAPTER SEVEN
bianca
W ell. Way to go, Bianca, you are officially attracted to your captor. It’s probably just a goddamn Stockholm Syndrome or something, right? I don’t know, though. Never in my life have I wanted so badly to tell someone my story. Staring into Dante’s eyes, fuck. This doesn’t happen to me. I’m not soft, and I’m definitely not what you’d call emotionally available. I don’t date, and I don’t drag near-strangers into my twisted death web. Though, he’s not a stranger, he’s the enemy, I think? When you get close to me, you get hurt. This guy says he won’t hurt me, so I will return the favor.
“I’m serious, Dante. People that associate with me don’t always end up..uh… well, living.” I add, trying to stress the concern.
“You think I don’t know what your life is like? I know you, Bianca. I think maybe more than you realize. You secretly love every grim part of your life, right? The sound of snapping bones, the squelch of cutting into flesh. The rich smell of copper clinging to the air from fresh pooling blood. The fading life in the eyes of your victim. It makes you feel more alive and in control. It’s like you look death in the face and tell him, ‘ I decide who lives. ‘ “ He stops, then continues, “Just tell me if I’m getting warm.”
I sigh and roll my eyes. I know he’s not wrong, but I don’t want him to be right. I cross my arms, tilting my head and raising my eyebrow. I motion with one hand for him to continue.
“At the same time, you don’t want people to know how deeply you crave having someone care for you. You’ve spent your whole life doing what you’re told, and you want an escape. An escape from the emptiness you feel inside, but not an escape from the danger you pose. It’s like there is a fire in your soul, and it’s just been glowing embers instead of bursting into flames.”
I feel a single tear welling up in my eye. I can’t even respond. It’s like he was explaining how it feels to be in my head.
“Okay, all of that may be true, but so what? What does that prove?” I finally respond.
“That there is something between us and you feel it, and you’re terrified. I know because I feel the same. I feel all of those things.” He leans in, pressing his forehead to the glass.
“This is crazy. You literally kidnapped me, and what, ten hours later we’re in love? It doesn’t work like that, buddy.” I scoff as I stand and walk away from him. I don’t want him to see me wipe that rare, single tear that now was streaming down my face. I take a deep breath to try and clear my mind.
Okay, I think I’m going to just go with it. What’s the worst that can happen? He can’t kill me, but he didn’t say I couldn’t kill him. Though, he probably wouldn’t like that. I don’t have that burning hatred for him anymore. I don’t want to hurt him. Shit, if I’m being honest with myself, I want to fuck the absolute shit out of him. Or more so, I want him to fuck it out of me.
“Bianca. Come over here and look me in the eye and tell me you don’t feel anything at all here. You know I was just doing a job, bringing you here. Another day in a life like ours. Keeping you here is nothing personal, and you know it.”
“That doesn’t mean it’s okay!” I whip around to look at him. “I’m in a glass fucking cage like some kind of animal. How the fuck and I supposed to know what’s real and what’s just part of your job. ” I air quote the last part.
“Okay, fine.” He huffs, and I turn back around. I’m trying so fucking hard to not let my emotions control me. I’m not a cryer, and I’m not someone who feels things like this. Crying is for weak people, and no one would dare call me weak.
I whip around to face him and hear the distinct sound of keys turning a lock. My heart jumps as I realize he’s opening the door to my cage. I have been waiting for this moment to escape. I got under his skin, and now’s my chance to leave. So why don’t I want to? What the fuck is so wrong with me that I want to stay here and just see what happens with him?
“What are you doing?” I ask, taking a step backwards. I willingly run into gunfights but emotional connections and physical touch…that shit truly terrifies me.
“Showing you just how real this thing is between us.” He responds, closing and locking the door behind him.
“I’m going to leave the key right here. You can run if you want, but we both know you don’t want to. You want to know what this connection means just as badly as I do. Tell me I’m wrong.”
“Jesus, Dante. Even if there is something here. How the fuck do you expect it to work? Our families are literally at war. It’s never going to happen.” I retort, taking another step back away from him, hitting my ass on the now empty bookshelf behind me.
“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’ve never been one to follow the rules. Doesn’t that just make it even more enticing?” He steps toward me.
Fuck. I feel my pussy clench as he nears me. When he was on top of me before, I liked feeling his body against mine, but the hatred I had for him was blinding. The hatred has now been entirely replaced by desire.
“You don’t have any reason to trust me and fuck knows I don’t have any reason to trust you. But haven’t you ever wanted to take a leap of faith? Just…hear me out. If you really feel nothing, I swear I will let you walk out of here.”
I nod, not saying anything because I don’t know what to say. He approaches me, and the smell of his woodsy cologne fills my nose. He smells so good. He’s so fucking sexy and smelling good has always been a turn on for me. This is not good.
He reaches up to my face, and I fight the urge to flinch or grab his hand to break his fingers. He gently slides the back of his hand across my cheek. I feel my face heat up as his touch sends shockwaves throughout my body. He slides my loose hair behind my ear. A cliche I didn’t think would ever happen to me. He wraps his big hand around the back of my neck and uses it to pull me close. Our foreheads are touching, and I close my eyes at the unexpected feeling of comfort that it brings me.
“Do you really feel nothing ?” He whispers against my lips. Mine nearly touching his.
I take a deep breath and decide it’s too late to turn back now. I slide my hands up his chest, feeling his chiseled pecks underneath his shirt. When my hands slide up his neck, I feel his scruffy facial hair against my palms. We freeze here for a second, holding each other’s heads and pressing ours together. I lift my head, locking my lips on his. The second we meet, I feel my entire body ignite. From my toes to my head, I tingle and burn with a passion I’ve never felt before. I feel like my soul is leaving my body, and we are floating, twisting together in a cloud of ecstasy.
We start working our lips, kissing and nibbling. I slant my mouth, opening to receive his tongue against mine. Our tongues swap between our lips as we begin to kiss deeper, our exchange becoming more and more aggressive.
He slides his hands across my body, sliding down my curves and around to my ass. As he reaches back, he lifts me from underneath and sets me on the bookshelf. I squeal a little against his mouth. Feeling a smile back against mine.
I rip off his jacket, sliding it over his bulging biceps, and he helps shimmy to remove it. He lifts my shirt over my head, exposing my black lace bra and bouncing breasts. We continue to rip at each other until we are nearly naked. Never in my entire life have I wanted someone so badly.
Dante is the enemy. Dante kidnapped me and is holding me hostage.
Dante… needs to be buried inside me as soon as fucking possible.