Audrey stood in front of the mirror, her hands trembling as she adjusted the elaborate gown that hugged her curves. She couldn’t help but glance at the whip marks and faint handprint on her neck, hidden beneath the layers of fabric. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves as she heard the door to the bedchamber creak open.
Dante walked in, his piercing blue eyes taking in every detail of Audrey’s appearance. He was ruggedly handsome, with a strong jawline and broad shoulders that made her heart race. He approached her, his eyes never leaving hers, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.
As they undressed, Dante’s eyes caught sight of the whip marks and handprint on Audrey’s neck. His expression darkened, and he pulled her close, his voice barely controlled. “Who did that to you?” he growled.
Audrey tried to brush it off, saying it was nothing, but Dante wasn’t convinced. “It doesn’t seem like nothing,” he said, his fingers gently tracing the marks on her skin.
Audrey hesitated, then decided to tell him the truth. She described the abuse she suffered at the hands of her stepfamily, her voice shaking as she relived the memories. Dante’s anger grew as he listened, his protective instincts kicking in. “I will never let anyone hurt you again,” he vowed, his voice fierce.
Audrey was taken aback by his intensity, but also comforted. They continued to talk, the conversation turning playful as they got to know each other better. Dante made a playful insult about Audrey’s stepsister, causing her to laugh. “You know, I think I’m going to enjoy being your empress,” she said, a smile on her face.
The tension between them built as they continued to talk, their attraction growing stronger. Dante took Audrey’s hand, leading her to the bed. He kissed her gently, his hands roaming her body as she moaned with pleasure.
As they made love, Dante was gentle and attentive, making sure to avoid any areas of pain. Audrey was overwhelmed by the emotions and sensations, feeling safe and protected in Dante’s arms. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer as she cried out his name.
As they lay together, Audrey fell asleep, feeling content and loved for the first time in a long time. Dante watched her, a soft smile on his face, vowing to protect her and make her happy for the rest of their lives.
“You’re mine now,” he whispered, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip. “And I’m never letting you go.”
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