The Villain's Only Prayer
The basement was cold and smelled of wet earth. Dante stood over the man his stepbrother sent to watch him.
The spy was crying on the floor but Dante felt nothing. He only thought about the information he needed to protect the woman upstairs. He pulled his gun and the sound was flat and final in the small room. He walked out without looking at the blood on his shoes.
An hour later he was at the docks. The rain was heavy and the wind was biting. The drug lord and his men were waiting for them in a warehouse full of shadows. They had guns and they had numbers but they didnt have the rage that Dante carried in his chest.
Every time he fired his weapon he remembered his mother screaming while his father locked the door. He remembered his stepmother mocking her while she died in pain. He moved through the warehouse like a ghost and killed them all. He didnt need his men to help him because his anger was enough to burn the whole place down. When the last man fell Dante stood in the silence with his knuckles split and his heart racing. The only way to stop the noise in his head was to see the girl who saved him fifteen years ago.
He was just a boy then bleeding in an alleyway when she found him. She was the first person who ever showed him kindness and he had loved her from that very second. He had spent fifteen years building an empire just to take her and keep her safe from a world that wanted to kill him.
He drove back to the mansion and went straight to her room. He didnt even wash the soot off his face. When he opened the heavy doors Elara was sitting by the window looking like a bird in a cage. She hated him for taking her but she didnt know he was the only thing standing between her and his enemies.
He told her she didnt eat her dinner. His voice was low and rough from the warehouse smoke. Elara looked at him with eyes full of fire and told him she wasnt a pet he could just feed. She stayed stiff and cold when he walked toward her.
To the world he was a monster but when he looked at her he was still that bleeding boy in the alleyway. He touched her jaw with a hand that had just taken a life. He was gentle because she was the only light in his darkness. He leaned down and told her she could hate him all she wanted. He told her she would stay in his bed and under his name. He kissed her then and it was desperate. He was a man drowning and she was the only thing keeping him from the bottom.
A Soul for the Savior.
The bedroom was thick with the scent of them. The adrenaline from the warehouse was still humming in Dante's blood as he pressed Elara against the cold wall. He jacked her up until her toes barely touched the floor and pinned her hands above her head. He kissed her like he was starving. He took his time to savor her lips and then moved down to the sensitive skin of her neck and her breasts while Elara let out slow moans that made his head spin.
He pushed his hand down to her crotch and fingered her passionately. He didn't wait long before he carried her to the large bed and tore her nightwear like a tiger. He buried his face between her legs and licked her until she was screaming his name and arching her back against the sheets.
He whispered into her skin that he loved how she smelled down there and that it drove him crazy. Elara was lost in the heat and she begged him to come to her. Dante stood up and stripped his clothes off showing his full glory in the moonlight. When he went into her every stroke sent them both to heaven. They moved together in the dark until they were both breathless and spent.
After the passionate night Elara fell asleep on his chest. Dante stayed awake for a long time just looking at the woman he loved. He wiped her clean with a warm cloth and covered her with the silk duvet before he got up. He dressed in a fresh black shirt and walked out toward his study.
By the time he reached the hallway his face had turned cold and hard again. The lover was gone and the butcher was back. He called for Mark his right hand man.
He asked for an update on his father. Mark stood at attention and told him that tomorrow was his fathers fifty fifth birthday party and that an invitation had been sent.
Dante looked out at the dark city and his eyes turned to ice. He told Mark that it was good. He told him it was finally time to settle the scores.