Twisted Fate: The Future Queen’s Mate

Chapter 7

The trials are finally over and I’m so glad. It’s been 7 hours of listening to complaints and the councilmen argue over issues that are so small compared to the one my dad has been working on in Seattle.

All I really want to do is go back home, get this dress off of me and binge watch something but I know if I don’t turn up in the lounge I will have wasted an opportunity of proving Dante wrong, plus a killer outfit.

I’ve been waiting in here for over twenty minutes now and I’m growing irritated and thinking he’s probably not going to even show up. I stand up off the velvet couch I was sitting on and make my way to the door. Before I can open it Dante comes through it and his eyes catch mine. They have that same glint of mischievousness in them as yesterday. I open my mouth to say something but before I can he’s slamming the door shut, grabbing my face and crushing his lips into mine. I can’t even think straight because of how fast all of it is happening. He pushes me backwards, pressing his body into mine as we make our way over to the couch. He practically throws me on it and I sit up quickly. He’s standing over me and given his height it’s quite intimidating. A small smirk forms across his lips before he’s bending over me and places his hand between my thighs just under my dress.

I suck in a breath hard because there I am again feeling like this is everything that I want from him. A chance for us to connect, a chance for me to be vulnerable with and for him to actually see the real me. But in order for us to do any of that he needs to respect me. This is my game we’re playing, not his.

I hitch my leg up and he growls out and his eyes quickly dart up my dress to my black lacy underwear. The way he’s looking at me makes it seem like he’s an animal, famished, searching for something to eat.

He lowers his head down and he’s on his knees now with his head between my legs still laser focused on my p***y.

I can’t believe I’m letting him do this, get this far, see this much of me. The most I’ve done with a guy is a quick handjob and he tried to reciprocate the gesture but I stopped him because it felt too weird. It’s kind of sad considering I’m almost twenty one years old and basically have the s****l experience of a teenager.

Dante starts placing wet but forceful kisses all the way up my thighs. He lets out a deep groan when he’s just outside my panty line and starts rubbing my slit with two fingers. I gasp visibly out loud because oh my f**k that feels good. It’s like my mind and my body are physically at war with each other. One is telling me not to be stupid and the other part of me is thinking what the hell with it? I have to put a stop to this before it goes any further and I’m past the point of return.

I place my heel up to his chest and give it a quick push. This obviously captures his attention but he stops rubbing me and looks up at me all confused.

With his head still between my legs I grab him by the shirt and pull him in one quick motion and slam my lips into his. I can feel a grin cross his lips before I run my hands through his dirty blonde hair and give it a little tug.

“Never pegged you as a tease Ev.” Dante says kissing me again but this time he slips his tongue into my mouth.

I let him go one like this for a few more moments before reaching down and grabbing his length through his slacks and rubbing it slowly up and down.

I can tell this is torture for him the way he wiggles against my hand and the little grunts he’s letting out. Good, I have him exactly where I want him. Get him so riled up before breaking his spirit and his beast down.

“And I never pegged you as an idiot.” I whisper, biting his ear.

My plan was to kick him off of me and walk out the door leaving him stunned and wanting more but of course they were ruined.

My father comes walking into the lounge with two other councilmen. They’re all looking down at their notes but quickly look up with wide eyes when they realize they aren’t the only ones in the room.

The two older men quickly realize they’ve just walked in on their future king and queen in a very compromising position when they rush out of the room whispering their apologies. My father on the other hand remains still with his cheeks red with anger. I feel his daggers hitting me deep within my soul. I quickly push Dante off of me and situate my dress. Dante on the other hand seems like he could really care less. He hasn’t so much as acknowledged that my father just caught us. He’s sitting down next to me picking at a hangnail.

Great. Just like yesterday he’s going to let me take all the heat for this, again.