Dante', not Charles

Mireille slipped down to her knees as soon as Dante's arms left her. Clutching feebly to the wall, she trembled non stop as her orgasm continued to rage through her body. 

Her lips were parted in soft moans and whimpers. Dante picked up his trousers and slipped it back on. 

"Get yourself up, princess" Dante said to her. 

"Don't tell me we are done" Mireille groaned and moved her weak knees to turn and face Dante. 

"We are, princess. Five minutes is over"

Mireille looked into his burning eyes and her eyes pleaded for him to go further. Dante looked down at her pleading eyes and then at her gorgeous tits. 

Her nipples looked hard and Dante cursed before looking away from her. She looked like the perfect woman for him to use... Right there on her knees, he wanted to pull off his clothings and push his cock into her mouth and face fuck her, then spill his cum all over her face, giving her a sexy facial. 

But Dante shook the thoughts away. He should not even have touched her tonight and tomorrow, he would act like this had happened because of the alcohol. He had to blame the alcohol for it to prevent it from ever happening again.

He walked up to her and picked her up from the floor into his arms in bridal style. 

"I will take you to your room, princess" he said to her.

His hand under her thighs could feel the wetness of her squirt on her thighs. 

Mireille grumbled some words which Dante tried to ignore. He took her to her room and laid her in bed, tucking her in as she continued grumbling words inaudibly. 

"Go to sleep, Princess"

Mireille grumbled his name one more time before she gave in and shut her eyes. Dante reached for her right and gave it a soft squeeze. He took his hand away and brought it closer to his nostrils. 

He shut his eyes as he took in the scent of his squirt smeared hands and then he slipped two fingers into his mouth. 

"Fucking tasty"

*

The next day

Mireille woke up with a light headache. Her right hand was on her forehead as she fluttered her eyes open. 

The ceiling of her room came into view first and Mireille shut her eyes back. Few seconds passed before she opened her eyes again and sat up on the bed.

As soon as she sat up, memories of the previous night came rushing into her brain and Mireille gasped, recalling all what happened the previous night. 

She hurriedly threw the sheets off her body, falling into a state of panic for the best few seconds. 

Mireille raked her hair into her hands and shook her head, recalling the words she had said to Dante, the sounds she had made for him, the way she had whimpered against his body, the sting and pleasure of his hand smacking her ass, and the way she had...

"What the hell did I do? Did I... Did I squirt?" She could barely believe what she had done but still, as she leaned back until the headboard and calmed down, a part of her told her it was not so bad. 

She had never felt anything like she felt the previous night and a silent, small part of her wished she was not drunk while at it, wished the memories were clearer in her head than it was right now. 

Recalling the way his thinly clothed cock pushed against her pussy made Mireille shudder with heat rushing down to her crotch. 

"What the heck is wrong with you?" Mireille questioned herself. 

"Good morning Princess" The door opened and Mireille did not have to look to know who it was. 

She quickly got back into bed and threw the sheets over her head, shy and embarrassed about the previous night. 

Dante almost chuckled but he held it back and walked over to the bed. 

"Take those sheets off your head, princess" he said to her, his voice stern and commanding. 

That was the tone... The tone Mireille found difficult to disobey. She slowly pulled the sheets off her head and looked at Dante who was standing just by the bed with a cup of coffee in his hands. 

"You'd better not try to hide from me by staying all day in your room. We did nothing last night"

"Nothing?" Mireille found herself saying. 

Was all of that supposed to be just nothing? What he just called nothing was something she had not done with her boyfriend once in their almost three years of relationship. 

"What? You wish we did something?" Dante asked, his lips curling upwards in a smirk as he lowered the cup of coffee to her. 

Mireille gave no response to him and took the cup of coffee instead, trying not to stare too much at his being hands handing the cup over to her. 

Dante was wearing a black shirt, without the suit but this looked hotter than him having a suit on. The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up to his elbow and his veiny hands were in sight.

Down his right arm, she could see that it was inked. She could not tell what was tattooed on his arm though as his sleeves still covered it up. 

'I should have ran my fingers over those last night' Mireille found herself thinking and quickly took the cup of coffee to her lips to send the thoughts out of her head. 

She dropped the coffee back on the table and adjusted her sitting position on the bed. 

"I am glad we did not go too far last night. What happened was because I was drunk and you know that... You should have stopped me yunno" she looked up at his mesmerising grey eyes. 

"I stopped you eventually. If I did not stop you..." Dante bent over slightly. 

"You'd have been spilt apart by my cock, princess"

"You... You could have stopped me earlier. And just so you know..." She raised her voice a little bit more. 

"I'd rather die than have sex with you" she said and Dante's smirk only grew wider. 

Mireille's brows furrowed. Dante was clearly not in anyway affected by her words. 

"Why am I sure you'd not say that after seeing my cock?" Dante questioned and Mireille gulped down, tearing her gaze off his quickly. 

"I... I am sure I won't. And stop saying nonsense! Let's act like last night never happened! It was both our faults and we should not repeat our mistakes. Stop your feeble attempts to flirt with me" 

Dante straightened his posture. 

"Feeble? Alright" he shrugged his shoulders. 

"I am leaving, would you want me to get anything for you on my way back?"

"Nothing, I am fine. I can deal with life on my own" she replied.

"Be ready by 7pm. I'll take you shopping when I am back, princess" he said to her and walked out of the room before she could even try to protest against his gesture. 

Mireille sighed as the door shut and that was when she remembered Charles. How in the world could she not think about her breakup with Charles since she woke up?

Wasn't the heartbreak supposed to be painful and hurtful and the only thing her life revolved around for the next few days? So why was it that she had almost even forgotten about it? Was it because of the previous night? Or was it just because of him?

Dante.