Be my mistress

Chapter seven

Dante

I twirled the glass of wine absentmindedly, glancing at the door at intervals. I was seated at the balcony of my office, granting me a direct view of the vineyard. Throwing my head back and closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply.

Something else I loved, other than torturing others? That'd be the smell of the vineyard. The soil and everything, it was therapeutic enough to calm my rotten soul.

“When you said your office, I thought you were about to berate me, or something. I didn't expect quite a scenario.” She chuckled, as she came over.

I looked over my shoulder, and my eyes darkened. Her milky skin was barely covered by the flimsy material she was putting on. The outline of her breasts, and nipple left nothing to the imagination. I'd loved how they felt in my hands the night I fucked her.

But maybe I shouldn't have-

“Dante?” She called out, and I turned my head slowly.

“Yeah?”

“I was asking if I could sit.” She gestured at the vacant comfy chair, besi