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“But it’s one thing—”
“To fuck me, and another to be fucked. I didn’t make you stand there and let me enter your hole. You wanted this as much as I wanted to do it to you. If you hadn’t, it would never have come to pass. Now don’t pretend that you were weak and I took advantage of you and you didn’t want me to do those things, because it’s done, and it can’t be taken back.”
Stepping back from his spent cock and body, I said, “I’m no gentleman either.” I winked.
“Those are my words,” he said with a narrowed glance.
“Well, they’re mine now.” And I stepped out of the shower and strutted away from him. “Let me know when you’re ready to get back in bed. You should clean up now. I left some things for you to clean yourself inside.”
“I didn’t know.” He glanced at the device lying within reach. He glanced at me with an embarrassed downward expression, his eyes unable to meet mine. “Does that make me—”
“A what? When I look at you, I still see an overbearing, narcissistic, dangerous prick.”
Dante raised his head and exhaled. I told him what he wanted to hear, and that seemed to boost his spirits for now.
“No one knows our secret and I’m not telling anyone, Dante,” I said, just in case he’d planned to bury that secret with me.” Before I stepped back to the bedroom, I chuckled. “I’ve just had a virgin, can you imagine that? And a straight one too. And might I add, your ass is sweeter than I imagined.” That statement might have gotten me buried in that cellar, but I was enjoying this for the first time and I didn’t want to muzzle my mouth.
I should have quit while I was ahead, but then I talked too much, and the look on Dante’s face wasn’t priceless, it was more like, “Just wait until I get well, I’ve got something in the basement that will shut you up.” And speaking of the cellar, I needed to get down there while he was asleep. I needed to know if there were other bodies down there and if I was still in harm’s way.
When Dante stepped out of the shower with a holy shit look on his face, he walked right past me and to his bed. “I need some rest.”
“You need some sun. Have you seen yourself lately? You look like a ghost. A handsome one, but nevertheless, pale as a vampire—”
“I don’t believe in that shit and I don’t watch those kind of movies.”
“What? Maybe you should. Is it because you’re afraid you’ll become one? Where you’ll travel at night and kill someone for blood.”
“Can we change the subject? I don’t like talking about blood.”
“Why is that? In your business you must have seen your fill of blood. Isn’t that what you do... kill?”
“Yes. That’s what I do. Are you happy now?” No. I wasn’t happy. I kept on until he revealed what he was capable of doing to me. I guessed I’d imagined he was someone different, and our experiences together had changed him. Looking at his hard facial gestures and narrowed gaze focusing on me, I finally found the man in-between the emotions I felt for him, and the dislike I had for men like him.
Dante fell into the bed still staring at me standing in the doorway. I remained there until I thought he had gone to sleep. He’d had a hard time in that shower with me, and it showed in his body, because he wasn’t quite well enough yet where he could be a threat to me.
Turning, I had my eyes on the basement door inside the small kitchen. I had to get down there before Dante woke.
Chapter 9
Romeo
When I pulled the knob on the door to the cellar, it was locked. “What the fuck?” I murmured, looking around to see if Dante had woken and caught me. When I realized that he couldn’t get up this soon, I made another attempt and it wouldn’t open.
Cellar doors aren’t supposed to be locked, I thought, ...unless there’s something down there you don’t want anyone to know about. The locked door had piqued my interest again, and I was determined to discover Dante’s secret, and this might be my last resting place if I didn’t get myself together, and get it into my thick head that Dante had showed me who he was, but I refused to believe it until now.
Now where would he hide the keys? I turned and rushed to the cabinets and peeked inside. Not there. Nothing but a few plates and four glasses. Then I got a bright idea of prying the door open. No that wouldn’t do because he would hear me. I needed to find the key to that lock. I pulled open the utensil drawer and rummaged around it with my hand. And on the side of the knives were keys. I paused a second looking at them.
It wouldn’t take me long to open the lock because there were maybe five keys. I hurried to the lock that held the door closed and tried it with the first key which looked like it belonged, and to my surprise, it worked. Once the door swung open, I fiddled around for the switch and I switched on the light and it didn’t work. Bummer.
Then I had to find a flashlight. Where the fuck would I find one? When I turned to go back to the kitchen, I looked at the key and on the key chain was a small pen light. That would have to work for now, because I knew I was running out of time, and Dante would wake soon. The meds kept him sleeping for a few minutes tops.
I can look for something larger later, I thought as I stalked down the stairs. When I reached the bottom it felt like small pebbles or rocks I’d stepped on. It was what I thought they were, and they made a crunching sound under my shoes.
Standing in one spot trying to resolve the fear in my mind and think about what I would do, and if I were ready for what I’d find, I felt my loud heartbeat, my breath shortened, and my head lightened to the point where I could pass out. It was at that moment I didn’t want to know.
“Fuck it. Go back inside and pretend.” I heard myself say. But I couldn’t turn and forget everything. Something inside of me wouldn’t let my feet turn around.
Since I would have to decide now, the fight between me knowing what Dante was as a person had been too scary. I didn’t think I could handle it, so the logical thing was to shut my mind off and believe in the man.
