Pretty Girl That Hates Her

“I’ll say it one more time, you will not reject… now do you understand or do you want me to make you understand?!” Dante growled but the only thing on Chiara’s mind was how his knee was brushing against her bare thighs.

“S-stop.” She said, her body squirming as she tried to escape his grasp.

“I already told you that I hate defiance, so be a good girl and answer my question.”

Chiara became silent. She already knew any attempts of resisting was futile but she wasn’t going to give in to his demands, there was no way. Her silence seemed to irk Dante who grabbed her chin roughly.

“Don’t push me, Chiara, now answer my question before I force an answer out of you.”

Chiara shuddered, her logic brimming with anxiousness as she nodded slightly. “Y-yes, I understand.” She stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Good.” He said, wasting no time in claiming her lips once again.

The kiss was rougher than the first and it was more possessive, Chiara could barely keep up, her heart pounding in her chest. She quickly parted her lips slightly when she felt his tongue run over her lips. He slid his tongue in her mouth, roaming it possessively as if claiming every inch of her mouth.

He pulled away leaving Chiara breathless and flushed. She wanted to look away but his grip on her chin never loosened, leaving Dante able to see the effect he had on Chiara.

“You’re very responsive to me, Darling.” He said, his voice tinged with mockery.

“A-are you done now?” Chiara asked, her heart drumming loudly in her chest.

He chuckled, moving away from her and sitting on the bed. “For someone who’s enjoying this, you seem so eager for us to stop.” He said, his gaze lingering on her slightly swollen lips.

Chiara sat on the bed, quickly adjusting her dishevelled state. “You didn’t have the right to kiss me without my permission.” Chiara snapped, her voice shaky.

“Don’t forget you’re my pet, I’ll do what I want to you when I want.” He said, his eyes roaming Chiara’s body.

“I’m leaving.” Chiara said, her voice heavily laced with conviction. She had no reason to stay if he was planning on continuing with his perverted actions.

“You’re not allowed to leave until I say so.” Dante demanded, his tone firm and leaving no room for argument.

Chiara rolled her eyes but obeyed. “I don’t want to be here.” She protested, her eyes scanning the room with boredom.

Dante placed his hand on her thigh, his eyes fixed on her face in an intent stare. “You may not want to be here but it doesn’t matter. You’re going to stay here for as long as it takes to clear your father’s debt.”

Chiara flinched, her eyes darting to his hand that remained on her thigh. “Seriously, you shouldn’t touch any girl like that without her permission-“

Dante cut her off with a scoff, his hand slowly trailing upwards. “You’re having a really hard time remembering your place. You should stop resisting when I do things like this.”

He moved both his hands to her hips, carrying her with ease and placed her on his lap, making her straddle him. He cupped her chin with one of his hands, gently stroking it with his thumb.

His actions left Chiara speechless. She wanted to protest and to resist, but she couldn’t deny how hard her heart was beating in her chest. “S-stop that, please.” She finally protested, her voice wavering.

“I don’t think I will, Darling.” He moved his hand between her inner thighs and Chiara bit her lip to force back a moan when she felt his hand trailing the thin material of her panties. “You’re so wet.” He said, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Dante, stop.” She said firmly, her body trembling slightly due to his touch.

He gave her a cocky smirk, seeming unwilling to back down anytime soon. Chiara herself could barely force back the sounds that threatened to leave her lips. She couldn’t let him know the effect he had on her, otherwise he could become more controlling. But she was about to lose, she didn’t know how much longer she could hold back.

The door to his room suddenly flew open, revealing a beautiful brunette with dark olive skin and hazel green eyes. She looked between Chiara and Dante, her eyes flickering with an emotion she quickly masked with a disgusted scowl. “Babe, care to explain what is going on?” The brunette asked, placing her slender hand on her broad hip.

Dante scoffed, quickly moving Chiara away from him. “Don’t call me that, Allegra.” He said blankly, his gaze fixed intently on Allegra with a cold glare.

She flipped her hair nonchalantly. “I don’t think my Daddy will be pleased to hear that you got yourself a…” She turned to Chiara, her gaze one of disgust. “…pet. You wouldn’t want to get on his bad side, would you?”

Dante rolled his eyes, his eyes flickering with boredom. “Is that supposed to be a threat? Your father only proposed us getting married because he didn’t want to get on my bad side after wrongly blowing up one of my ships. I already said no, so you stop clinging to me. I’m not interested.”

Allegra pouted, her gaze flickering to Chiara who quietly watched their interaction. “Can we speak in private?”

Dante sighed but left his room, gesturing for Allegra do the same. The two quietly made their way to Dante’s living room, the tension between them palpable. They finally stopped walking and Dante crossed his arms in front of his chest, his eyes impatiently fixed on Allegra.

Allegra took a seat on his couch, her eyes flickering to the empty spot next to her. But when Dante remained standing, she continued to speak. “Dante, how could you even dream of getting a pet when we’re supposed to be planning our wedding?” Allegra asked, her voice heavy with multiple emotions.

Dante only rolled his eyes at her question, already eager to end the conversation. “We’re not going to get married, ever. The sooner you accept that, the better.” He stated, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“We will get married, and I’m not going to take no as an answer.” Allegra insisted, her tone the same as Dante’s.

Dante groaned, his irritation palpable. “Why are you insisting so much? I don’t want anything to do with you romantically, just accept it.”

“You haven’t had a pet in almost two years, why get one now? Do you not care about us? About me?!”

Dante face palmed, his face almost forming an amused smirk, almost. “There’s no ‘us’, Allegra. I don’t want or love you. At the moment, I only want Chiara, got that?”

Allegra scoffed, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “How could you think of dumping me for that slut?!” She spat, her face scrunching in disgust.

“She’s not a slut, she’s Chiara, my pet.” He said, his eyes darkening. “I don’t want anything that involves the both of us being together, got that?!”

Allegra flinched, obviously feeling threatened by his words and the intensity of his glare. “S-so maybe she’s not a slut. I’m still not going to back down…” She trailed off, her eyes lingering on Dante with a smirk.

Dante raised a brow at her, the tension rising. “I knew that your pet looked familiar. Chiara Mila Ricci. She’s his first granddaughter, isn’t she?”

Dante flinched, glaring hard at Allegra. “It doesn’t matter,”

Allegra laughed at Dante’s statement, finally maintaining her composure. “Then I suppose, you wouldn’t mind if I told her the real reason she’s here.”

Dante growled, his hand finding his way to Allegra’s neck in an instant. “You aren’t allowed to tell her anything about that, do you understand?!” He yelled, his grip tightening around her neck.

Allegra gasped, struggling against his grip as she nodded slightly. “Y-yes, I understand.” She choked, sighing in relief as he finally let go of her neck.

“Good, and if I find out you disobeyed me, you and your family will have hell to pay.”

Allegra nodded, still gasping slightly for breath. “I-I know.” She mumbled, wiping her eyes to stop the incoming tears.

“Leave, now!” He growled, his tone sending shivers down Allegra’s spine.

Without wasting any more time, she left his house quietly. The protests and confidence are now gone.

^^

Chiara was still in Dante’s room, quietly sitting on his bed as she replayed the recent events. She felt stupid and used. How could she just let him do what he wanted with her? And why did a part of her feel excited and anxious for more?

The doorknob jiggling brought her back to reality and she stared intently, waiting to chew Dante out when he entered the room. She already made up her mind to not let him think of touching her like that anymore.

He finally entered and Chiara rose from the bed to approach him but the look he gave her was enough to extinguish any embers of defiance in Chiara. She sat back on the bed, quietly observing as he took slow breaths. Was he angry?

He glanced at Chiara, the intensity of his gaze was enough to make her flinch. “Get out.” He said coldly, startling Chiara.

She still wanted to scold him or at least object but the more her eyes roamed his face, the more Chiara realized she would be safer if she left now. She quietly nodded, wasting no time in leaving. Her heart was pounding even when she quietly closed the door. Why was he so angry?

She continued to navigate the long hallways, successfully locating her room and walking in. The room was bathed in light shades of orange and pink. It was late – almost time for dinner, dinner with him. His angry expression came to mind and Chiara shuddered, trying hard to shake the thought aside. She had already made up her mind.

She entered her new bed, lying down in it and admiring the feel of the soft fabric of the bedsheets on her skin. She closed her eyes, waiting for sleep to take her away. It was better than having dinner with Dante and accidentally provoking him. Who knew what he would do to her if that were to happen?

Her mind drifted back to her family – Aria and Matteo, she was still pissed at her father after all. It had barely been a day but Chiara missed them terribly. She missed her piano, and she missed her job, heck, she even missed the old perverts who still flirted with her.

Maybe if Dante was in a better mood tomorrow, she would ask if she could visit her family. Hopefully, he was.