Old Friend

It was morning, and I woke up alone in bed. Dante had once again slept on the balcony. I sat up and glared at his back, seething. He didn't even want to lay in the same bed with me, and we were supposed to be sweethearts. All he thought about was Elena! Elena! Elena!

I waved my hands in frustration, lost in my anger. My hand hit the lamp on the bedside table, and it crashed to the floor with a loud clatter.

Dante turned around, his face cold and irritated. "What the hell is that, Antonia?"

I stood up, trying to compose myself but failing miserably. "It's nothing," I snapped, though my voice betrayed my agitation. "I just...I couldn't stand this anymore, Dante. All you ever think about is her."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "This again? We've talked about this."

"No, you've talked," I retorted, stepping closer to him. "I've listened. And I'm tired of it. She is gone, Dante. Why can''t you move on?"

He looked at me, his eyes filled with an emotion I couldn't quite place. "It's not that simple, Antonia."

"Not that simple?" I repeated, my voice rising. "You made it that way. You chose to keep her ghost between us. Why can't you see that?"

Dante's jaw tightened, and he turned away from me. "I can't do this right now."

"Fine," I said, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and desperation. "But don't think this is over."

As he walked away, I felt a surge of frustration. I needed to find a way to get through to him, to make him see that I was here, that I could be what he needed. But how? How did I compete with a memory?

I got up and headed to the bathroom, taking longer than usual as I plotted my next move. When I finally stepped out, I saw Dante sitting on the bed, shirtless and looking as hot as ever. Even his morning look was a perfect 10.

With a towel wrapped around me, I tried to walk the other way and ignore him, but he called my name. I pretended not to hear and kept walking.

"Antonia," he called again, his voice firmer.

I still didn't respond. Suddenly, he got up, grabbed my arm, and turned me around, pinning my hands to the wall. My towel dropped to the floor, leaving me exposed.

He looked deeply into my eyes, more intensely than he ever had before. "Why were you ignoring me?" he demanded.

My breath caught, a mix of fear and excitement running through me. "I...I didn't hear you," I stammered, but we both knew it was a lie.

His gaze didn't waver. "Don't lie to me, Antonia."

His closeness, his intensity, it all made my heart race. This was the first time Dante had ever looked at me like this, with such raw emotion. "Dante, I..." I started, but words failed me.

He studied my face, his grip still firm. "What are you trying to do Antonia?"

I shook my head, trying to appear innocent. "Nothing, I swear."

His eyes narrowed slightly, with my hands still pinned up , "Just remember, Antonia, I can see through your games. Don't push me."

Heat rushed through my body as Dante stood so close, his grip firm on my wrists. His intense gaze sent shivers down my spine, my heart racing wildly. Could this be the moment Dante finally touched me, acknowledged me? His face inched closer, his breath warm against my skin. For a brief, electrifying moment, it felt like he was going to kiss me.

But then he whispered, "Pick up your towel and get dressed."

He let me go and stepped back. The spell was broken. My hopes were shattered, crashing down like the towel at my feet. I wanted to protest, to scream at him for toying with my emotions, but I kept quiet, my body trembling with frustration and longing.

"Today is my father's birthday," Dante said, his tone now all business. "We've been invited to the castle."

Shit! I thought to myself. That meant Elena would be there.

My mind raced, trying to come up with a plan. I picked up my towel and wrapped it around myself, my heart heavy with disappointment and anger. This wasn't over. I would find a way to make him see me, to make him realize I was more than just a pawn in his game. But for now, I had to play along.

As I headed back to the bathroom to get dressed, my thoughts were consumed with the upcoming event at the castle. Elena would be there, Dante would definitely fall weak and I can't let her win. I had to find a way to turn this situation to my advantage, to make sure Dante saw me as more than just an afterthought.

An idea hatched in my mind, and I knew it would end Elena once and for all.

I slipped into a tight dress that gripped my curves and showed off my bust. I headed to the dungeon, my heels clicking against the cold stone floor.

At the entrance, I found two charming guards standing on duty.

"Well, hello, fine gentlemen," I greeted them, flashing a seductive smile. Their eyes were immediately drawn to the low neckline of my dress.

"I need to see someone in the dungeon cells. Your majesty doesn't have to know about it. In fact, nobody has to know about it."

They exchanged glances and scoffed. "Who did you think you aree? We don't take orders from you," one of them said, his tone dismissive.

I giggled and walked towards them, placing my hands on their chests and tracing circles with my fingers. "I will be your future queen. For now, I can only give you what I have," I said, biting my lips seductively. "You both look like you're starving and need a little bit of fun and excitement for working so so hard."

I could see my words and touch were effective. They tried to hide their arousal, but it was obvious. Their tough exteriors crumbled under my charm.

"So, what did you say, boys? A little favor in exchange for a very pleasant reward?" I purred, leaning closer.

They hesitated for a moment, but then gave in. One guard said, "I'll go in first while you stay on guard."

"Perfect ," I grinned.

We headed to a room within the dungeon where things got spicy. Slowly, I undressed, letting the fabric slip off my body, and then I helped him out of his uniform.

"You're too hot to be a guard," I said, admiring his naked body.

I grabbed him closer and kissed him, a hard, passionate kiss that sent shivers down my spine. It had been so long since I'd been kissed like this.

His initial shyness faded away as he started trailing his mouth down my neck, then to my erect nipples. I arched my back, feeling the heat rush through my body.

Every touch, every kiss felt electric. For a moment, I let myself get lost in the sensation, enjoying the power I had over him.

But I didn't forget why I was here. This was just the beginning of my plan to get rid of Elena.

He went lower and started to lick my lady lips. I moaned in sensation as he expertly worked his tongue. The pleasure was intense, and I momentarily forgot everything else.

We exchanged positions, and I got on my knees, taking him into my mouth. He moaned, gripping my hair as I worked on him.

With no time left to waste, I turned around and arched my back. He positioned himself behind me and thrust in. The penetration was deep and intense.

We moved together in a rhythm, his hands gripping my hips as he went faster. The sounds of our pleasure echoed in the room.

As he thrust into me, I gasped, feeling every inch of him.

"You're... so good," I moaned, my voice breathy with pleasure.

"You're not bad yourself," he replied, his voice husky. He leaned over, his breath hot against my ear. "I could do this all day."

"Don't get too comfortable," I said with a sly smile, pushing back against him. "This is just a taste."

He groaned, his hands gripping my hips tighter. "You sure know how to make a man happy."

I laughed softly, the sound turning into a moan as he hit a particularly good spot. "I aim to please."

We continued moving together, the intensity building. I could feel him getting close, and I pushed back harder, wanting to finish this.

"Almost there," he muttered, his pace quickening.

"Good," I panted, turning my head to look at him over my shoulder. "Remember, this is our secret."

He nodded, too lost in the moment to respond. With a final thrust, he came, his grip on my hips tightening before he collapsed against my back, breathing heavily.

I took a moment to catch my breath before pulling away, "Tell your friend to come now and I'll make it worth his while too," I said.

He stared at me wide-eyed, a mix of disbelief and admiration in his gaze. "Will you manage a second?" he asked, his voice filled with awe.

"Shush," I said with a playful grin, "just call him."

He dressed quickly and stepped outside. Moments later, the second guard entered, a skeptical look on his face. I met his gaze, my eyes full of mischief.

"Well, hello there," I purred, walking towards him, hips swaying. " Time for you to get some excitement and enjoyment."

He looked me up and down, trying to maintain his composure. "You're serious?" he asked, his voice thick with anticipation.

"Very," I whispered, my hands already unbuttoning his shirt. "Let's not waste time."

As I undressed him, he watched me with a mix of lust and disbelief. I could see his resolve crumbling. His shirt hit the floor, followed by his pants. I pressed myself against him, feeling his hardness against my thigh.

"You're so fuckin hot," he breathed, his hands roaming over my body.

"You haven't seen anything yet," I replied, pulling him into a deep, hungry kiss. He responded eagerly, his hands gripping my waist.

I broke the kiss and guided him to the edge of the makeshift bed in the corner of the room. "Sit," I commanded, and he obeyed, his eyes never leaving mine.

I straddled him, feeling his erection pressing against me.I ground against him, eliciting a deep groan from his throat. "You like that?" I murmured, my lips brushing his ear.

"Yes," he gasped, his hands moving to my hips to guide my movements.

I kissed him again, more intensely this time, and then trailed my lips down his neck. "Tell me how much you want me," I whispered, my breath hot against his skin.

"So much," he groaned, his grip on my hips tightening. "I need you."

"Then take me," I whispered, leaning back to look into his eyes.

He lifted me slightly, aligning himself with my entrance, and then thrust into me in one smooth motion. I gasped, the sensation overwhelming. He filled me completely, and I started to move, finding a rhythm that had us both moaning in pleasure.

"Harder," I urged him, my voice breathy. "Give it to me."

He complied, his thrusts becoming more powerful, more urgent. The room was filled with the sound of our bodies moving together, the air thick with the scent of sex.

"Oh fuck!" he panted, his eyes locked on mine.

"Fuck me," I said, riding him faster, feeling the tension build inside me. "Don't stop."

"I won't," he promised, his hands gripping me tighter.

We moved together, the intensity building until I felt myself teetering on the edge. "I'm close," I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders.

"Me too," he groaned, his pace quickening.

With a final thrust, we both cried out, the pleasure washing over us in waves. I collapsed against him, breathless and satisfied. For a moment, we just stayed there, catching our breath.

Finally, I pulled away, smiling down at him. "Remember, our secret," I said, dressing quickly.

He nodded, still dazed. "Absolutely."

As I left the room, I felt a surge of satisfaction. Everything was falling into place.

I didn't feel guilty at all. Dante had been neglecting me, unable to satisfy my needs.

Finally, I reached the cell to see the person I had been looking for. Despite being in the cells, he still looked good and handsome.

"It's good to see you again," I said with a grin, savoring the power in my voice.