Chapter15: What I Can’t Have, I’d Rather Ruin

[Dante]  I looked down at the woman, sprawled unconscious at the edge of the bed—my bed. Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. Her shirt had lost most of its buttons so her red, lace bra was exposed. I wondered what face she'd be making when she regained her senses and the effects of the drug wore off.  I unbuttoned my suit jacket without taking my eyes off her, sliding it off my shoulders before tossing it carelessly onto the armchair in the corner. My inner shirt followed suit. The cool air brushed over my skin as I turned toward the bathroom, locking the door behind me with a soft click.  From the pocket of my trousers, I retrieved her panties. Bianca's red lace, delicate and damp, was a treasure I hadn't planned to stumble upon tonight. The moment I held it up, the scent of her arousal hit me like a drug—overwhelming and utterly intoxicating.  "Dirty little liar," I muttered, my voice low and condescending. She always played the innocent card so well, but this... this was a