Book To Read
A Black Card
Mireille was in the living room, cuddling a pillow and watching a movie. The doctor had come and checked up on her and she had had to use some drugs.
Mireille was bored at home but felt scared to even attempt going out.
She knew for sure that Dante would not let her go out in the first place after what had happened and she herself did not want to go out.
Her experience last night had made her scared of going out suddenly.
Mireille yawned sleepily and laid down on the couch instead, still cuddling the pillow.
A few minutes passed before her phone beeped with a message.
Mireille reached for the phone. The screen was now broken due to it falling to the floor the previous night.
The message was from Dante. Mireille pouted a little before opening the message.
“I am almost home. Go and get dressed up, we are going out together” the message read.
Mireille let out a low hiss and dropped her phone. She was not interested in going out, especially with Dante.
Mireille reached for the remote and turned off the television before shutting her eyes and going to sleep, ignoring Dante’s message.
About fifteen minutes later, Dante walked into the living room, his coat was off his body and he only had the crisp white shirt on his upper body.
Dante looked at the sleeping Mireille who was dressed in a fluffy blue joggers and a black shirt. He walked over to her and crouched down beside her, looking at her face.
She looked sweet and innocent like she always looked. Seeing her closed eyes, Dante wished he could cover her pretty eyes with a blindfold instead, tie her pretty hands up and run his tongue all over her body.
“Fuck” He cursed, gulping down nothing.
Dante reached his fingers out and gently caressed the sleeping Mireille’s face. A small smile parted his lips, unknown to himself but the smile faded away as soon as it had appeared.
What would Mireille do if she saw all he had done earlier that day? How horrified would she be if she found out that the same hands caressing her sleeping face now was the same hands that had caused a few deaths just hours ago? She would most probably run away from him and hate him forever.
Dante did not want to care about what would happen if she found out but he knew he kind of did care. He had to make sure her life never got mixed with his.
Dante withdrew his hands from her face before pulling her into his arms as gently as he could but Mireille woke up in his arms.
Mireille stiffened, her eyes staring up at his face while he stared down at hers.
“You are awake, princess”
Mireille shifted in his arms, motioning him to let her down.
Dante did so without any word and Mireille moved a few steps away from him, not wanting her body reacting the way it did every single time she was near him.
“I sent you a message and you viewed it but chose to sleep right after?” Dante asked her.
“I don’t want to go anywhere with you. I will just stay home”
“You want me to carry you to your room and change your clothes for you? Or would you do it yourself?”
Mireille stepped back, two steps. She pressed her thighs together and gently chewed on her lower lip.
“I am going nowhere, Dante”
Dante’s gaze switched to an intense gaze that made Mireille shift.
“Go and get changed now, princess” he instructed in that voice of his that Mireille could not help but obey, that voice that always had her melting and giving in.
“Al… Alright” she mumbled and walked away, Dante’s gaze on her figure as she climbed up the stairs.
He watched as she jogged up the stairs, every movement making her ass jiggle. Dante pressed his lips into a tight line.
*
As the car pulled to a halt in front of a huge luxurious boutique, Mireille reached for her seat belt and undid the belt.
She reached for the door handle but a glance from Dante made her retreat her hand.
“You know you should not do that, princess” he said to her and alighted from the car.
Mireille sighed and waited as he walked over to her side of the car and pulled it open, stretching his right hand forward for her to slip hers into.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.
“This is befitting for a princess” he said as Mireille stepped out and Mireille could not help but feel that those words were very familiar.
Before she could remember when she had heard him say something similar to that, Dante’s arms had wrapped around her waist.
Mireille gulped down, the dress she was wearing had a beautiful cut around the waist, exposing the skin of her waist and right now, Dante’s hands were on her waist.
The direct contact ignited a slowly becoming familiar sensation inside of her but Mireille tried to ignore Dante’s touch.
The both of them walked into the boutique and almost immediately, an attendant walked up to them.
“Welcome, Mr. Romano” the attendant greeted with a gentle smile on her beautiful face.
“What would you like to get sir?” She asked.
“Whatever she wants to get” Dante looked at the woman whose waist he was holding.
Mireille raised her head up to look at him and their eyes met, making her heart skip a single bit.
Dante slowly let go of her waist, his fingers gently and lingeringly brushing and caressing her skin before he let go.
“Get as much things as you want, princess. Anything at all”
Mireille almost rolled her eyes at his way of showing off his wealth.
“You speak like you are a freaking billionaire” she huffed and Dante chuckled.
“I am” a smug grin appeared on his face and Mireille narrowed her eyes at him.
Dante reached into his pocket and slipped out a black card. He grabbed her right hand and dropped the black card in her hands.
“It’s yours now, princess”