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The Devil You Know [Pt. II]
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2025-03-30 19:41:09
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His Plaything You’ve Become A Liability
[Bianca]I pressed my lips together, holding in a shiver at what Dante had just done.The words were still ringing in my head, even though he was long gone. What the hell was wrong with him? Who proposed like that? Who thought marriage was some kind of… bandaid you could slap over a bleeding wound?The sad part was that he wasn’t even trying to save me. No. He only wanted control. That was all he ever wanted. Control over my body, my time, my breath, my death. And the stupid thing? A part of me wasn’t even surprised that it was the most narcissistic proposal ever. If it was even a proposal.I almost laughed. Almost.Because the truth was, this life didn’t even feel like mine to begin with. I had been dragged in and tied down without my permission, and somewhere along the way I stopped trying to live it. What was the point? Even if I said out loud what I felt, people would just pat my hand and tell me to see a therapist. I could already guess the lines they’d feed me. Your life matte
His Plaything Control, Escape & Surrender
[Dante]"Then marry me."I didn't know how or why, but the words left my lips before I could think them over.For some reason, hearing Bianca say she had nothing to live for... hearing her so casually choose death after everything she'd survived—it was harder to stomach than I thought it would be."Marry me, Bianca," I repeated, louder this time. I didn't have a ring, I didn't have a plan, but the details didn't matter. What mattered was that she stayed alive.Marriage wasn't something I'd ever considered, at least not for a long time. To me, it was bondage. Chains disguised as vows. Children were loud, clingy distractions. A wife was a constant demand for emotions I wasn't willing to give. Both things I'd spent my life avoiding.I preferred efficiency. Clean breaks. No strings attached. We fuck, we move on without digging through each other's hearts searching for meaning that wasn't there.But Bianca... she was different.I wasn't sure why. I couldn't even explain it to myself. But f
His Plaything I Don’t Need Your Pity
[Bianca]I woke to the sound of beeping. A noise I knew all too well. Hence, before I even opened my eyes, I knew where I was. The smell of disinfectant, the stiffness of the sheets, the texture of the bed—this was a hospital. My eyes fluttered open to confirm that guess, and the first thing I saw was Dante.He was slouched in the chair beside me, one arm propped against the armrest, his head tipped sideways. His eyes were shut, lashes above high cheekbones. Even asleep, he looked like something out of a magazine.A frown formed on my face. The last thing I remembered was the crash. Dante had dodged a truck but ended up colliding with the edge of the bridge. So why was he just sitting there while I was the one lying in a bed hooked up to machines?I was still watching him when his eyes cracked open. The initial exhaustion in his gaze turned to alertness when they found mine. I braced for something sarcastic, some reminder of how fragile I was or how much of his precious time I'd was
His Plaything Live A Little Longer
[Dante]The moment the car broke free of the bridge, everything flipped. I kicked at my door before the shock could steal my focus. Once, twice—my heel connecting hard with metal until it gave way with a hollow groan. At least that way, there would be a route to swim out of.The river swallowed us whole.I'd already braced my legs against the dash, boots planted for leverage, but the sheer force of the landing almost punched the air out of my lungs. Water slammed against the windshield and the current rushed in all at once.I held my breath, knowing that wasting oxygen was like a death sentence. I had to act fast.The airbag was still suffocating against my face which made me wonder if it'd been installed for my detriment or benefit. My fingers clawed at it, shoving the deflated fabric away, ripping it down far enough to see Bianca slumped in her seat.She looked weightless, her blonde hair floating in the rising water. I watched air bubbles exit her lips.I unfastened my own belt, t
His Plaything Over The Edge
[Dante]Petty.That was the only word to describe my actions. I’d never been the type to let emotion dictate my actions, much less over something as trivial as a kiss.Yet the image of Bianca pressing her lips to that… nobody, of all people—had made me act unconsciously.It wasn’t the act itself that still got under my skin, it was the fact that I’d fallen into her trap by proving that she had that sort of effect on me. I was undeniably a possessive man. I thought I could stomach her being with another man aside from me but maybe I’d been wrong about that.How annoying.By the time I slid behind the wheel of the car, it was nearing six in the evening. There was no traffic and the late-day sun bled gold across the windshield. Malcolm should’ve been driving, but Malcolm was dead, and I wasn’t in the mood to hire a new driver just yet. What if I hired an enemy? Bianca sat beside me, arms crossed the whole ride, staring out the passenger window as if the city might offer her an escape ro
His Plaything A Little Date
[Bianca]The meeting went by smoothly at least.I moved around the room like nothing had happened, handing out documents while Dante conducted the meeting with that cool, unreadable expression of his. No hint of the fire that had burned between us earlier. No acknowledgement of our bodies that had lingered together too long. Right now, he was Dante Wentworth.In thirty minutes, the meeting wrapped up. Leather chairs creaked as the board members began rising one after the other, murmuring polite goodbyes."Mr. Gerald," Dante said suddenly. "I'd like to have a word."Gerald—who was already halfway out of his seat—froze, then turned with a placid, practised smile. "Of course." He lowered himself back down slowly, clearly caught off guard.I made to leave, giving them space."Bianca," Dante said sharply. "You too. Take a seat."I paused. Of course. Now I had a pretty good idea what this was about.Gerald was still looking at me, smug as ever. I sat across from him, spine straight and arms
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