OWNED BY THE RUTHLESS KING

CHAPTER FIVE

Isabella

I'm done. I can't take it anymore. I want to do something or I'll lose my mind. I at least need my phone back. My friends will be worried sick about me. It's been two weeks since the incident in Dante’s office. We've gone back to ignoring each other's existence since. Me, because of the pull I feel toward him, him on the other hand, I don’t know. I'm not new to torture, but something about the way Dante tortured that guy was intriguing, I couldn't stop rubbing my thighs together. It turned me on, which is new. Dante is a terribly handsome guy. Watching him was like watching an artist at work. I couldn't look away from him if I tried. I made my way to his office to demand at least my phone. It's not like I'd call the police or something, a man like Dante has the police on his payroll anyway. I'm not that stupid to think otherwise. I took a deep breath before barging in. "Dante. We need to talk." I raised my voice before noticing what was going on in the room. Dante was in a meeting. About a dozen men scattered around his office. The all turned to look at me. Some confused, others angry at my disturbance.

"Leave." He commanded.

I turned to leave. I could always do this another time. Preferably when he was alone.

"No. Not you."

I stopped in my tracks.

"But, sir..." someone tried to speak.

"Get out." He demanded. "Don't you see my wife demands my presence? We'll continue this meeting at a later time." He dismissed them.

They filed out of the office. None of them daring to raise their heads.

"What is it that you need that made you barge into my office?" Dante asked the moments the door shut.

I turned to face him. "I need my phone." I seem to have lost the courage I came in here with.

"Do you, now?" He asked, getting up from the seat behind the desk.

"Yes, I'm getting bored out of my mind. I just need to check up on my friends. It's not like I could do anything drastic." I said.

"Hmm..." He settled at the front of his desk. Leaning on it. "Is that why you disrupted my meeting?"

"I had no idea you were in a meeting." I replied

"Come." He said, gesturing with his finger.

I hesitated, but did as he said eventually. I didn't stop walking until I was directly in front of him. Our chests almost touching. I could feel his breath on me and it did strange things to me. "What?"

"Beg me." He whispered with a smug smile.

"I will never beg you. I demand my phone back." I seethed.

He chuckled. "I've told you, princess, you are no one to make demands."

Anger took the best of me. "Give me my phone, Dante." I yelled at him. I didn't have to chance to avoid what happened next though. His hands wrapped around my throat in rapid speed.

"I like it when you get mad. You look so f*****g beautiful." He leaned in, his tongue touching the tip of my ear.

I shivered. My panties were soaked. There is no denying that I was very affected by Dante.

In another quick move, he bent me over the desk. His hands never leaving my throat, and him standing behind me. He bulge directly on my core. It took everything I had not to push back on it. And it took a greater deal of me to swallow my moan.

"Do you feel what you do to me, wife?" He asked. His voice rough. Dante is affected by me as well it seems.

That gave me the idea to push back on his bulge. A moan slipping from me the same time Dante grunted in pleasure. "It's not like you'll do anything about it. What was that about not touching me till I beg?" I smiled coyly

He chuckled darkly, "You are playing a dangerous game, wife. I just might forget I said that."

I don't know whether it's the fact that I'm not scared of what he said or the fact that I liked it that should worry me. "Give me my phone, Dante."

"You know what to do." His other hand trailing down my arm only to stop at my waist.

"Please." I choked out.

"Oh, you can do better than that." I could hear the smile in his voice. "In fact, I'll make it even more interesting." He released me then moved back to his seat. "Crawl to me, and I'll consider your request."

I froze. "f**k you, Dante."

"I would love to, but you know, the whole you begging me thing." He smirked. "Come on, princess. Don't you want your phone anymore?"

I stood there for what felt like hours. Looking at him, trying so hard to hate him, while equally fighting my arousal for him. I thought I was a virgin, why does my p***y go nuts for him? I decided to make him pay for humiliating me. I'll crawl, alright. I dropped on my knees, slowly crawling up to him, intentionally adding an extra sway to my hips. Dante’s eyes were pinned on me. The moment I got to his feet. I leand up. Trailing my hand from his leg up to his thighs, very close to his ever growing bulge. There's no doubt Dante is huge. I lightly grazed said bulge with my fingers, his breathed hitched. "Please, Dante. Give me my phone." I batted my lashes at him, trying so hard to maintain a pout.

"You are playing a very dangerous game." He repeated his earlier words. He raised a hand to trace my face. His thumb tracing my lips until it went in.

I don't know what possessed me suck on it. But I did, I sucked lightly on the finger. I was a mess. My panties were definitely ruined with arousal. I was trying so hard not to rub my legs together to give him any indication that I was aroused. "Please, Dante." I whispered seductively. Or at least I tried to.

"You look so beautiful when you beg." He tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. Dante reached behind me and brought out something from his drawer.

I recognised it instantly, my phone. I reached out to grab it.

He moved it away from my reach, "not so fact, wife."

"What?" I turned back to him.

"What will toundo for me in return?" That's the kind of question the devil asks before taking something from you.

"Nothing. You told me to crawl, here I am on my knees."

"Alright, I'll let you go for now." He chuckled, handing me my phone.

I hurriedly stood up to leave. But just before I could walk out the door, he called out to Mr.

"We have an event to attend in a week's time. Prepare for it." He said

"I don't have anything to wear. And I'll remind you that I don't really have any privileges seeing as you hold me captive here." I dpat at him.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you're well prepared. You'll be going for a dress fitting soon." He replied.

I huffed and walked out the door.