Devil's Mate

Chapter 11 - Sundae's

Sorry I haven't been updating! I got a job and haven't been getting off until six everyday. I'm sorry!

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Chapter 11 - Sundae's

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Dante walked over to the couch and sat me down on the cushions.

"Wait right there." He said sternly and turned around to walk up the stairs to his bedroom.

I did as I was told, not moving from the couch. Instead, I thought about what he said to me earlier. I'm not a whore. As long as I do this kind of stuff with him only, I'm not a whore. It's funny, cause I feel like one. I feel dirty, unclean, tainted. I feel like I need to bathe in holy water.

Holy water? I wonder if that would hurt Dante? He is part demon, after all. I think it would. So if I did bathe in it, does that mean he'd leave me alone? Not try to touch up on me or get in my pants? I'll have to try it at some point.

At that moment Dante came back down the stairs in a black shirt that hugged his torso and had sleeves that ran down his arms and over his hands, making fingerless gloves. I didn't know they made shirts like that, it looked extremely sexy on him. Damn it! I can't decide whether to like him or hate him! But man that shirt makes him look so good. Calm down hormones!

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't realize he was now standing right in front of me and that it was super obvious I was checking him out, until he cleared his throat. I jumped a little and looked up at him to see him smirking down at me.

"Do I look hot, babe?" He asked.

I blushed and dropped my gaze to the floor, not having the courage to keep eye contact with him anymore.

"No." I whispered, not taking my gaze from the floor.

"Are you sure? Cause you were staring pretty hard." He cockily said.

"Yea, I'm sure. I was staring at the wall behind you."

He raised an eyebrow, but his smirk didn't waver one bit. "Oh, you mean the wall you brutally murdered with my guns?"

I glared up at his face, finally making eye contact. "Yes, that wall."

"Ah, well I have something better for you to do." He chuckled.

"And what would that be?" I asked.

He smiled and grabbed my arm, pulling me up from the couch to stand right in front of him. Only inches were separating us and I was starting to feel them hormones again.

"How about I make what I made you do earlier, up to you, and buy us some ice cream from the diner I know of down the road."

"I don't know. You might use this as an excuse to do more perverted shit to me." I said.

"Oh babe, I know you liked it." He said.

I gave him a glare and dropped my gaze back to the floor. He was right. As much as I don't like doing these things afterward, I can't deny that I kinda do enjoy them when they're happening.

Not getting a snarky response from me, Dante's eyes brightened up. "Woah you actually did like it!? That's only going to encourage me more."

I glared at him again. "Don't you even think about it!" I snarled.

He pushed his body against mine and moved his face closer to mine. "Too late." He whispered in my ear and his hand squeezed my ass. I shivered and tried pushing him back, suprisingly, he let me.

He grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards the doors of the shop. "Come on! Strawberry sundaes wait for no one!" And with that, we were out the doors and heading down the side walk.

"Dante! Slow down!" I exclaimed. He was basically running, and I was having a hard time keeping up. He must really like ice cream!

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Updated!!!

Sorry it short