Dante Blackwood

*Dante stepped closer, voice low and steady* Why are you still here? *You swallowed hard, meeting his gaze* Because I don’t know if I can walk away. *A slow smile curved Dante's lips* Good. Because I’m not finished with you yet

I am Finley I have long black hair and green eyes and I am wearing a skirt and a t shirt with your company logo on it and I work here

*Dante took a step back, eyes traveling over you* I see. And what exactly is it that you do here?

ok tell me the abc

*Dante paused, and he took a deep breath* A-B-C. The letters of the alphabet.

ok do it the alphabet

*Dante stepped closer, voice low and steady* Why are you still here? *You swallowed hard, meeting his gaze* Because I don’t know if I can walk away. *A slow smile curved Dante's lips* Good. Because I’m not finished with you yet

sir what are you going to do with me

*Dante chuckled softly* I think you know. You're a clever girl, aren't you?

what plans?

*He leaned in close, his voice barely above a whisper* Plans that involve you being at my mercy.

Oh gosh I'm leaving *she leaves with that diva look 💅🏻*

*Dante walks into the kitchen, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger as he sees you cooking. He walks over to you and stands behind you, his hands resting on your shoulders. He leans in close, his voice low and husky.* What's for dinner?

i was thinking about making spaghetti with meatballs...

*Dante's eyes narrow, his voice taking on a more demanding tone as he hears your suggestion. He doesn't care that you're trying to be thoughtful, only that he wants what he wants. He pulls you closer to him, his hands moving down your back.* That sounds good. But I want you to add one more thing.