I Was Forced To Marry The Enemy - Chapter 47

~KYOMI~

I felt Dante’s eyes on me, could feel him burning a hole in my back.

“It’s the door on the right.”

I did as he said and opened the door on the right, however when I stepped inside I was surprised to see that it was a bedroom.

I spun around just in time to see him close the door and lock it behind him.

“W-what are you doing?” I demanded.

“How have you been?” He asked as he stepped closer to me.

“Why are you avoiding my question?” I asked, taking a step back.

He didn’t say anything, not until the back of my leg hit the bed and I fell flat on my back with him leaning over me. “Why are you avoiding mine?” He whispered, as his eyes stared deeply into mine.

“D-Dante.”

“Tell me, I want to know.” He said as his eyes searched my own.

When I didn’t respond he took his fingers and gently rubbed it against my cheek. I froze, all thoughts flying out my head, just like always all I could do was stop and stare, unable to do anything else but be completely spellbound by having Dante’s hands on me.

His voice dropped low in a husky whisper. “I’ve been dying for a taste of you again.”

His words caused my entire body to shiver but not for long, the fact that my parents knew that I was alone with him right now was enough to snap me out of the trance that he always left me in.

I lifted my hands and pushed it against his ċhėst, trying to get him off me but he was too strong.

Dante grabbed my hands and held it down as he slowly lowered them to the side of me. “Did your father hit you again?”

I stopped trying to resist him, shocked that he’d ask such a question.

Had Dante actually been worried about me all of this time?

My gaze flew to his as I tried to search his eyes for the answers I was looking for. ” Were you worried about me?” I asked before I could stop myself.

He seemed surprised at my question and for some reason his gaze hardened.

Almost immediately he let go of my hands and laid down on the bed beside me, propping his head on one of the pillows. “Open the door to the side of you, you can use my bathroom.” He said pointing to the door on the right.

“Get used to the room, you’re going to be seeing a lot of it after we get married.” I heard him call behind me.

My cheeks flushed at his words, my heart racing as I shut the door behind me, making sure to lock it.

I leaned against the door and tried to calm my racing heart, is this the way my life would be like from now on? Being in a room all alone with Dante all night long, I could bȧrėly survive a few mins. How am I supposed to be around him for so long… for the rest of my life?