Romantic fiction narration
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North American (General)Transcript
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a chair moves. It sounds far away. I steal a glance upward and see Dante sitting arrogantly in the seat across from me. In reality it's 20 chairs away, but it feels like he's breathing down my neck, my skin is tingling and I bite my lip, dying to focus on anything but the way I feel under scrutiny of this man, he makes a sound that is similar to that of a grunt, but I don't look any further. My eyes are cast back to my lap and if I block him out enough, maybe I can imagine myself on a beach or in a ******* shower. He shifts again and it seems there is no room for any imagination in this prison. Within seconds his velvet voice that goes the room. I'm glad to see you've joined me for dinner as morada. The chef is preparing quite the meal for us tonight. It's probably slop and I'm sure that if he had his way he'd spoon feed it to me. It's not like I had a choice. I gasped, slightly, surprised that I echoed my thoughts out loud. He almost seemed surprised to, in a rude, menacing kind of way. Ah so she does speak. I was wondering how long a ticket to get anything more than a twitch out of you. His voice is velvet now, not chocolate, it's velvet and it's lethal. I'm going to die anyway. Might as well speak up before. Silence takes over forever. I've been unconscious, practically the entire time. L. O scuttle. Of course you've only gotten a twitch. His mouth moves into a smirk and I almost want to puke at how it makes my stomach flutter. I'll admit, if he wasn't the devil incarnate, he'd be beautiful. His eyes sparkle above the candlelight, like his pupils are absorbing the flames. I can see a few lines around them when his cheeks left lightly, I'd place him in his 30's. Maybe older ****, when you're rich, you can look like anything, but I can see his beauty is natural and ancestral. I had a feeling you'd be spicy though, I must admit, judging from your mother, I almost painted you out to be a fool, but you are the fool, are you bukenya? He's baiting me for a response and I almost fall for it, but my stomach beats me to the punch, echoing loudly throughout the room. Damn it! He chuckles and taps on the crystal glass before him and a worker ushers in almost immediately and I roll my eyes. He catches that and practically grins a vampire smile dripping with venom. If I wasn't so hungry, I'd be sick. The staff member is a young hispanic man, his expression lifeless and unreadable. He sets a silver platter down and lifts the lid, revealing a roast with colorful vegetables carefully placed around it. The meat looks succulent and resembled lamb, yes, smell tickling my nostrils and rousing my ravenous stomach. The man carefully places the vegetables on Dante's plate before slicing the meat and transferring that as well. The staff member repeats the same motion to my plate and my mouth begins to water at the food before me So close but literally out of my reach, Dante raises a perfect black eyebrow and nods to the staff member who leaves us alone immediately. Great! If I untie you, you will eat. Yes, he sounds amused and my palms itch to slap him across his perfectly sharp cheekbone. Why feed me before you kill me? Both eyebrows raised at this and he raises his hands and surrender. You paint me to kenya here I have an expensive lavish meal prepared for us and so quickly you anticipate your death. Have I given you a reason to assume less? My anger snaps to the forefront and all I see is red. You have me tied to a ******* chair. His hands drop immediately and I see a flash of his own anger before a coolness takes over his smoldering eyes. Languages marilda. We're sitting before crystal plate ware. He chuckles darkly and I make direct eye contact with him is amber eyes challenging mine. It's M. E. If you're going to hold me hostage at least call me by my name. He ponders this uncorking the bottle of red wine that is probably worth more than a semester of my schooling. He pours a drink for himself and taps the rim of his glass before lifting it to his lips and taking a small sip amy, he says it was discussed and I snort. his eyes snapped back to mine. It's a shame to waste such a beautiful name. A fitting name no less. How childish it makes you seem Emmy. He gets up slowly, bottle of wine now in hand and walks to me. My back straightens and I keep my eyes glued to his, my stomach protesting this game we're playing. He tips the bottle to me an offering twinkle in his eyes. He pours a small amount into the glass before me and rest the hand on the back of my chair after he sets the bottle of wine down. I know you will be of age to drink this soon, in a matter of months actually, but the night is young and it pairs well with the lamb. My eyes widened and I dare not tremble. How the **** did he know my age? He sees the questioning in my eyes and smirks again, those full lips lifting ever so slightly. You really think that after having your thief of a mother steal from me, that I wouldn't have her home staked out within seconds? I'm a powerful man, Amy and we both know your mother is unconscious more often than not, kind of the perfect storm. Don't you think I look away from the intensity of his eyes is sent now overpowering our dinner. If intimidation had a look or sent would be this man. His hands skirt down to mind gripping the rope that binds them together flint at the contact. I'm going to untie you now. It would be ashamed to let this meal go to waste. Do not try to run. I have a guard standing on every square foot of my residents. Course he does. He waits for my agreement and I nod my head slowly, my jar clenched tight. I'm not stupid. My escape wouldn't be so sudden, but I am hungry. His hands begin to slowly unbind me and I'm almost sigh and relief from the lifted pressure. Once I'm free, he lingers for a few minutes estimating my next move. I raised my hands in surrender and he nods curtly, walking back to his seat and sitting down as I grab my fork, I take one bite of the lamb and I have to stop myself from moaning. It really does melt in your mouth. I catch Dante's glance and notice his eyes darkened slightly. A near sinister look on his face. I decided to pay no mind to my captor and keep eating