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I Know What You Did
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2025-02-09 03:00:09
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His Plaything You Make Me Weak
[Dante]The hotel door slammed shut behind us and in three long strides, I was already beside the bed.I tossed the woman down and she landed with a soft bounce, breath-catching, eyes wide—but not afraid. No. She was looking at me like I was the only thing in the room worth breathing for.Her gaze clung to mine, slightly unfocused from the alcohol, but there was no mistaking the hunger in it. The invitation.I started undoing the buttons of my shirt, one by one, slowly—never breaking eye contact. "You're not going to run this time, are you?" I asked, shrugging off my coat and letting it fall to the floor with a muffled thud.She didn't answer with words. She didn't need to.The corner of her mouth curved into something sly. And then her hands were in my hair the moment I set one knee over the bed.I reached for her throat, fingers wrapping gently, possessively around the delicate column of her neck and our lips collided in a kiss that burned through logic and hesitation alike. Her mou
His Plaything Just This Once
[Dante] “As you can see, sir, our branch in Japan is outperforming South Korea, so I suggest we—” BZZZZT. My phone vibrated, interrupting the presentation. All eyes subtly glanced at me as I glanced at the screen. Bianca. I hadn’t seen her since that day. I hadn’t gone after her either, opting to let things cool off—and clear my head after Mr. Wentworth decided to stir chaos and leave me with the mess. As I reached for the phone, the room tried to act casual, but I could feel their curiosity in the air. Normally, I never answered calls during meetings. But this time, I did. I swiped to answer and pressed the phone to my ear. “You! You left me! How could you? Get back here, dammit! I can’t get home by myself!” she slurred. Silence fell on my end for a beat. I pressed my lips together, then asked quietly: “Are you drunk? Where are you?” I heard the woman gasp over the phone before hanging up. I stared at the screen. Did she mean to call someone else? And who
His Plaything The Hunt For Answers
[Bianca]It had been three days.Three long, weirdly peaceful days since I left Dante's place, and Cassandra's apartment had become something of a soft landing spot. Or at least as soft as her sequinned couch and aggressively scented candles would allow.The first night, she insisted I stay over without me asking, and claimed the paparazzi would never find me here, but we both knew she just wanted details and didn't take "nothing happened" for an answer. "So? You and Dante Wentworth. Spill," she had asked immediately after I got in, laying herself across the couch while smoking.“It’s nothing honestly,” I began, lowering my bags, “I was trying to get a job through him but things just got a bit complicated.” I lied, trying to feed her curiosity at least a little to please her. Cassandra kicked her feet in the air, nodding. She was obviously high and not the best person at keeping secrets. “Complicated you say? What do you mean? He just wanted to fuck or maybe something more serious?”
His Plaything Like Lambs To A Slaughter
[Dante]The bedroom door echoed after I slammed it and I heard the front door shut quietly.And I stood there—still drowning in the aftershock.She slapped me.She slapped me.Me.Bianca Campbell.Bianca. Fucking. Campbell.The same woman who was crying in my arms in that elevator before the switch happened. Now she had teeth.She had the audacity to strike me like I was some misbehaving child who needed correction.I blinked slowly, jaw twitching. My hands were trembling—not with hurt, but disbelief as they reached for my cheek. The last person who slapped me was long dead. But why did I find her outburst unimaginably sexy?That fire. That mouth. Oh, that goddamn slap.What the hell was she doing to me?I paced the room like an animal, hands in my hair, tugging at the roots. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her lips. Her fists. Her shaking fingers curled into the fabric of her blouse to hide that she was panicking.Bianca wasn’t like the others.She was afraid but still daring.A
His Plaything Gossip Girl
[Bianca] Silence. The slap echoed in my ears long after it landed. My palm stung, but I held my ground—head high, spine straight—while Dante just stared at me. Not flinching. Not blinking. Just... watching. I half-expected an explosion. A violent lashing out like Mr. Wentworth would've done. But Dante? He only tilted his head. Like he was studying me. Like I had done something unexpected. My heart thundered in my chest, and I took a step back. But since my mother always told me to keep my head up, I did. And this man, this vile man who had nothing but sex and his twisted definition of submission on his mind wasn't going to make me fold. What the hell was even wrong with him? Was he completely deprived of love as a child? What made him think he couldn't take a different approach in wooing a woman? "You're lucky I used the front of my palm," I muttered, voice low but steady, noting the redness on his cheek. "If your parents didn't teach you manners, then you'll have to learn
His Plaything Treasure Trove
[Bianca]"Should I kill them?" he asked plainly as if the thought had wandered in casually, like weather talk.I blinked. Once. Twice."You're joking," I said, my voice stripped of humour. Because deep down, I didn't believe he was. Not even slightly.He wouldn't do it because he cared about my feelings. No, he'd do it because it pleased him—because he was bored, or curious to know how I'd react.My pulse skipped as I glanced back at the girls still glued to their screens, giggling subtly. Impulsively, I grabbed his wrist, my fingers tightening. Not because I cared about saving them, but because I knew what bloodshed would bring—and I couldn't afford that kind of attention.How had I forgotten how popular this man's face would be? He was a billionaire for god sake! "Haha!" He lifted both hands in mock surrender. "You caught me."I stared hard before letting out a breath. "Don't joke like that," I said, tightening my grip on his arm. Beneath the fabric, his muscles were tense—strong.
His Plaything Should I Kill Them?
[Bianca]The more time I spent with this twisted man, the more I realized how normal Dante actually was.And that thought alone was terrifying.It was something in the way this one smiled—really smiled. Not the polite, performative grin Dante forced in pictures or social settings. This one truly enjoyed himself. From humming to a song that wasn't playing, whistling and smirking to himself as if life was one big private joke and I was the punchline. Worse of all, he was quite chatty. And in a vulgar way.At least Dante had the decency to be emotionally unavailable. Predictably cold. But this one…this one is just too hard to read.I sat stiffly in the passenger seat, trapped between his mood swings and the steadily growing dread in my gut.He asked me about society—trends, current affairs, celebrity gossip. All things I'd probably care about if I hadn't been hospitalised for a long time."I used to keep up," I muttered, arms folded tightly over his suit jacket that covered my undergarme
His Plaything A Slip Up
[Mr. Wentworth]The elevator hummed like a dying thing, terribly dull, filling the space between us with its pathetic little song.Dante had slipped.How precious. How laughable. The bastard had spent his whole life perfecting his little illusion, pretending he was untouchable, that he didn't feel anything. But I saw it. Felt it. That moment of weakness.And over this woman, of all things?My fingers twitched. I rolled my wrist, cracking the joint once—Pop.Then again—Pop. Pop.'Hehe...' The great and prideful Dante... undone by something as feeble as this bag of flesh and bones.I turned my head slightly, watching Bianca from the corner of my eye. She hadn't spoken since I took over. Hadn't even looked at me. She was simply trembling in my arms.Hehe.I hoped she was thinking about what could have happened if Dante had abandoned her completely. If I had been in control sooner.The possibilities were endless. I would have let them defile her while I let Dante watch. 'But that fool
His Plaything The Switch
[Dante]I took the stairs two at a time, my pulse as calm as it often was. In fact, when was the last time something had made my heart race? 'I'm not sure I recall.' Keith's apartment was in a part of town that reeked of bad decisions. Most tenants had either turned a blind eye to crime or were involved in it themselves. The fact that Keith had gotten himself tangled in drug peddling—stealing and reselling from my company, no less—only confirmed what I already knew. He was a pathetic excuse for a man. No, Keith was still just a boy in my eyes, but his father was someone worth respecting. That was the only reason I hadn't discarded the brat yet.Stealing from my company was one thing but making one mistake after the other was beginning to get on my nerves.As I rounded the final flight, a thought crossed my mind.'Did he fuck her?'The question stopped me in my tracks for half a second. No. Bianca wasn't that desperate. The only way Keith could have touched her was if he'd drugged h
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