The Don’s Little Bride

Untitled Episode Five: Unspoken Desires

Ava

The days after the wedding were a blur of confusion and anger. Dante's coldness, his distant attitude, was suffocating. He barely spoke to me, as if I was some stranger he had to tolerate, not a wife. It hurt, but I couldn't deny that something about him, something dangerous and magnetic, kept me on edge.

His eyes. Every time he looked at me, there was something there—an intensity, a challenge, an unspoken promise. I didn’t understand it, but I felt it. It made my heart race, and my body responded in ways I couldn't control. But I refused to let myself be weak, to fall into whatever game he was playing.

That night, after dinner, I found myself walking through the long hallway of the mansion, hoping for some peace. The silence was overwhelming, the stillness almost suffocating. But as I turned a corner, I stopped short.

There he was.

Dante. Standing at the end of the hall, his dark eyes watching me with an unreadable expression.

I froze. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at him, unsure of what to do. The tension between us was palpable, almost electric.

"Having trouble sleeping?" His voice was low, smooth, like velvet, but there was an edge to it, something that made my skin prickle.

"I... I was just looking for some air," I stammered, unsure of what to say.

Dante took a step closer, his tall frame towering over me. His gaze was fixed on me, his eyes dark and full of something I couldn’t place. "Fresh air, huh?" he murmured, his lips curling into a slight smirk. "You sure you don’t just want to run away?"

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. "I—I’m fine," I said, but my voice trembled.

He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "You’re lying, Ava," he said softly, his eyes never leaving mine. "I can see it. You’re not fine."

Before I could respond, his hand reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face. The touch was so gentle, so intimate, that it made my stomach tighten. I wanted to step back, to put some distance between us, but I couldn’t move. My feet were rooted to the floor.

"You don’t have to pretend with me," he whispered, his voice almost like a caress. "I know what you want."

I felt the heat rise in my cheeks, but I couldn’t bring myself to look away. His eyes were magnetic, pulling me in deeper, closer to him. I hated how he made me feel, how my body responded despite everything I told myself.

Dante took another step closer, and before I knew it, he was standing right in front of me, his body barely an inch from mine. His breath was warm against my skin, and the heat between us was undeniable.

"Tell me, Ava," he said, his voice thick with desire. "What do you really want?"

I opened my mouth to protest, to tell him to stop, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, I found myself saying something else. Something I didn’t even mean to say.

"I... I want this," I whispered, barely audible, but enough for him to hear.

Dante’s lips curved into a smirk, and he took a slow step back, his eyes never leaving mine. "I knew it," he murmured, as if pleased by my confession. "I knew you wanted this. You’ve wanted this all along, haven’t you?"

I couldn’t respond. My chest tightened, my breath shallow. The heat between us was unbearable, and I didn’t know how to escape it. The pull was too strong.

Without warning, Dante reached out, grabbing my wrist and pulling me toward him. His lips crashed against mine in a forceful kiss. It was urgent, hungry, and I couldn’t stop myself from kissing him back, even though I knew I should. Even though I knew it was wrong.

His hands moved to my waist, pulling me even closer as he deepened the kiss. His mouth was hot, demanding, and my body responded instinctively, pressing against him, craving more.

I should have pulled away. I should have told him to stop. But I didn’t. I was lost in the sensation, in the way he made me feel alive in a way no one else ever had.

Dante broke the kiss, his breath ragged, his eyes dark with desire. "You’re not as innocent as you pretend to be, are you, Ava?" he whispered, his voice low and teasing.

I didn’t know how to respond. I felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet, there was a part of me that didn’t want him to stop. Part of me wanted to give in to this attraction, this heat between us.

His hands slid to my back, pulling me even closer, if that was even possible. "You feel it too," he said, his voice thick with desire. "You know what you want. So why don’t you stop pretending?"

I bit my lip, my head spinning. "I... I can’t," I whispered, the words barely leaving my mouth. "This isn’t right."

Dante’s lips curled into a slow, satisfied smile. "You’re wrong, Ava. It feels right, doesn’t it?"

Before I could respond, he kissed me again, but this time it was slower, more deliberate. His tongue traced my lips, asking for permission, and I opened my mouth, allowing him in. The kiss was deeper, more intense, and I felt myself melting into him.

I knew this was dangerous. I knew I should stop. But I didn’t want to. I couldn’t. Dante had a way of making me forget everything except the need to be close to him, to feel his touch.

His hand slid to my thigh, lifting my leg slightly as he pressed his body against mine. The heat between us was almost unbearable, and I felt a spark of desire shoot through me.

"Ava," he whispered against my lips, his voice rough. "Tell me you want this."

I couldn’t deny it anymore. I couldn’t deny what my body was telling me, what my heart was screaming. "I want this," I breathed, my voice thick with desire.

Dante’s eyes darkened, a gleam of satisfaction flashing in his gaze. He leaned down to kiss me again, but this time I pulled back, breathless, my body trembling.

"I can’t... I don’t know if I can do this," I whispered, my heart racing. I was afraid of what this meant, of where this was going.

Dante’s lips brushed against my ear, his voice low and seductive. "You’ll learn to want it, Ava. You’ll learn to crave it. Just like you crave me."

I closed my eyes, torn between fear and something darker. I didn’t know what was happening anymore, but I couldn’t deny that I wanted more. More of him. More of this.

Dante stepped back, his eyes never leaving mine. "We’ll see how far you’re willing to go, Ava," he said softly, his voice full of promise. "We’ll see."

As he turned and walked away, I stood frozen, my body aching with want, my mind swirling with confusion. I had crossed a line, and now there was no going back.

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he question was, would I regret it, or would I be pulled deeper into Dante’s world