The Secret Reader

Chapter 4 — Crossing The Line

( Alina's Pov )

By the time we arrived home, I was feeling angry with Dante. I was feeling so angry, I hardly had time to enjoy a conversation with him. He knew why I was angry at him. First, it was for taking me to his friend's house. And second, it was for hurting me. And third, it was for thinking I wanted to be dominated by him. I carried the few clothes I had bought at the mall, my shopping bags brushing against my legs as I walked.

“Can you wait up?" Dante asked, but I didn't want to. I just wanted to keep climbing up the stairs, to the fourth floor. I couldn't take the elevator because it meant I'd have to share it with him. And I didn't want anything like that.

“Don't talk to me, Dante." I said, climbing up, but I could feel him closing in on me. I increased my pace, but just as I was about to make a turn, his hand wrapped around mine and I was slammed against the wall. He pinned me there, his breath hot against my skin as his pair of intense eyes stared into my soul. There was something inside his eyes that I couldn't quite understand, something dark, something that was calling to me.

"Didn't I tell you to stop?" Dante's voice was suddenly low, a whisper that sent a shiver racing down my spine. I was heaving hungrily for air, wanting to break free from his scorching presence. I don't know why I felt like this....why his presence felt like electricity coursing through my veins.

“Let go of me..." I said.

"I don't wanna let you go..." He whispered, a glint of playfulness tingling at the corners of his eyes. I felt heat rushing up my cheeks, setting them on fire. “....not until you tell me why you're suddenly bitching out on me?"

“First.... it's because you're a jerk and second..." I spat at his face. "... you're a d**k. A d**k without balls!"

His eyes sparkled, and I thought he was going to be angry with me. But he wasn't. He started chuckling, the sound deep in my ears... "I guess you're right..." He said, and I was startled. Did he just agree to that? Admitted that he's a piece of s**t? "....but do you know what a d**k's good at?"

My eyes widened at the mention.

He continued, "Good. It's good at fucking...and f*****g pretty girls that think they're better than their superiors. Good thing I know perfectly well, how to screw a bloody, porn loving teenager into submission.”

His words were like a trigger, that ignited every cell in my body. I couldn't think about anything else. I couldn't set my mind to anything else, anything but him. Anything but being under him, under his weight. I was panting, trying to hold back these feelings I was feeling towards him... towards my brother-in-law. It scared me. "Stop."

"Why?" His head moved dangerously close me, his lips were so close to kissing me. "I know you feel that too?”

Dante loosened his grip on me, a smirk spreading across his face as he took a step back. I dropped the shopping bags, my hands molding into fists as I walked towards him. Anger fueled my movements, but beneath that anger, I sensed a different emotion.

As I reached him, I slapped him, his eyes widening in surprise. His hand rested on the spot where I had slapped him, but he didn't react further. I slapped him again, and this time, he let me. Our eyes locked, and I felt frustration and anger boiling over. I was so angry at him for everything that he did to me today, and for thinking that he was the best...that he was better than me...that he could control me like I was his puppet. I hated everything about him, from the way his eyes stared at down at me... belittling me....or the way his lips molded into a terrible smirk. I just wanted to let it all out, to let me see that I didn't want anything to do with him. He might be a cadet, but that doesn't make him any better than me. I wasn't his friend, I wasn't his sister....I wasn't anything to him.

I started hitting his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt. Before I knew it, I was pushing him until I was pinning him against the wall. His eyes narrowed, a hint of sternness in them. And yet, I didn't know why he didn't react. He just kept staring at me with those perfect sets of blue. His features, his eyes, everything about him was screaming danger. I had to run, I had to flee with my own life. And yet, I couldn't. I was so bitter with him, so caught with many emotions.

"I hate you!" I screamed at him, grasping his shirt. Then, I looked up into his eyes and snapped....my own emotions taking control over the situation. I kissed him, my lips pressing against his. As soon as I realized what I had done, I pulled away, but Dante's hand rested at the back of my head, holding me in place. I couldn't escape what was coming.

He kissed me back, aggression underlying his movements. He turned us around, pinning me against the wall. His hand traced down my skin, gathering at my thigh, and lifting my leg to his waist. His grip was firm, his lips pressing against mine. I wanted to push him back, but I couldn't. He was firm, stronger than me in every way.

I could see the underlying difference between me and him, at the moment. I was only a mere girl, and he was a man....a real man with muscles...a real man who oozed raw animal magnetism. It struck a nerve, and I saw myself kissing him back.

As our lips met, I felt a surge of electricity run through my body. My hand instinctively went through his hair, pulling him closer. Dante's other hand reached for my leg, lifting me up and pinning me against the wall. He kept kissing me, his growls vibrating against my lips. I felt his bulge pressing against me, and before long, he was grinding against me roughly.

Even between the kiss, a moan managed to squeeze itself from my throat. What was he doing to me? This was unholy, and yet it felt so amazing.

Breaking away from my lips, Dante trailed kisses down my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His hot breath on my skin made me tremble. He started giving me hickeys, his teeth gently nipping at my skin. I felt his body grinding against mine, drawing me in a pool of desire.

Just as I was getting lost in the moment, I lifted my eyes to see a young boy standing on the stairs behind Dante. He was holding a doll, staring at us with wide eyes.

I pushed Dante away, my voice shaking. "Stop, stop, stop! Someone's watching!"

Dante let me go, and I quickly picked up my bags, running up the stairs in embarrassment. I never thought something like this could happen. What had gotten into me? Why me? What's wrong with me? I heard Dante call my name, but I ignored him, knowing that what we had just done was ungodly.

Reaching our floor, I rushed into our apartment, finding my sister already home and eating popcorn with Darrel. I greeted them, trying to compose myself, but my sister wanted to start a conversation. I replied, trying to hide my flustered state.

When Dante walked in, I felt blood rush to my face. "I'll be right back, I need to use the toilet!" I exclaimed, fleeing to my room. I slammed the door shut and threw myself onto the bed, burying my face in the pillow. I screamed into it, overwhelmed by embarrassment.