Chapter 84: Swallowed By The Dark
I took off my glasses and set them aside, rubbing my temples, feeling a slight migraine from all the hours I have poured into working.
I heard a buzz.
I grabbed my phone, and saw a text from Dr. Keller. Reading the contents, a sharp exhale escaped me.
I replied to the text before my attention was pulled by a loud laughter erupting like someone had taken a whiff of laughing gas.
The door to my office opened, and Luca ran in.
"Okay, okay! I’ll stop!"
Dante came into view, and I’m stumped.
"Why do you look like a monkey?" I asked, struggling to process the sight of him in a fucking makeup.
"That’s the best part, brother!" Luca wheezed between laughs. "Sis sat him down for a makeover, and he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. Now he’s stuck wearing it for the next twenty-four hours."
"Shut the fuck up or I’ll make you!" Dante growled. Unfortunately, the glitter on his cheeks robbed the threat off his words.
"He lost a bet against sis!" Luca pitched, clutching his stomach.
I see... that explained why my little kitten was jumping in excitement. Of all the things she could have asked or done to him, she chose this.
A grin stretched my lips as I leaned back on my chair, picturing how happy she must have been while painting away Dantes’ dignity.
"Everyone has seen him!" Luca snorted, almost falling off as he dived into the sofa.
"Stop laughing!"
"Dude, have you looked at yourself? Because I swear you’d make one hell of a drag queen."
"I said shut up about it! Just a few more hours and I can get this off, but you’re not helping!"
"You sat down like a good boy and let her get creative, haha!"
"A deal was a deal!"
"Yeah, no shit," Luca jumped away, and the two basically turned my office into a playground.
I didn’t tell them to stop. I just watched them, amused not because I was entertained by their childishness but by the entire thing that led to this point.
My little kitten never ceases to amaze me.
I tapped a button on my laptop to pull out the footage, and I was met with the sight that transformed Dante into a lady monkey.
Dante was obediently seated as Anastasia did her work. If I hadn’t seen for myself, I wouldn’t have believed Luca.
There was a broad grin on her lips as she carelessly painted on Dante’s face.
I know Anastasia has quite the talent for things like this, so I could tell she was deliberately doing a terrible job.
The twins took their tantrums elsewhere, and I could only imagine how many people Dante would traumatize before the day was over.
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I walked closer to the bed, eyeing Anastasia’s sleeping form. Her blue nightdress did little to conceal her porcelain skin.
This was the most sleep she had gotten in the last few days.
She barely slept for over an hour, and spent the rest of the night practicing like an attempt to exhaust herself.
That was the main reason I wanted her to go to the shooting range. She spent the whole day on target practice and, as a bonus, gave Dante a monstrous makeover; it seems like those things worked like a charm.
I moved my gaze to her legs, and that annoyance crept back in. She’s still not wearing the anklet.
A meow broke my focus, and I looked at the two ragdolls, raising their paws to me.
I silenced them with a finger to my lips before snapping them, and they followed.
Once I had them distracted, I walked back to the bedside. Resting my hand just above her head, I leaned close to observe her.
My gaze was pinned on her face as I moved my hand up her thigh, pushing the filmy excuse for a nightdress upwards. My fingers found her panties, and I gently pulled them off.
I crumpled the lace in my hands, brought it to my nose, inhaling deeply from it before I shoved it in my back pocket.
Then I repositioned myself between her legs. Her head moved toward the other direction, but I didn’t stop, sinking my teeth into her thigh.
I heard her breath hitch, her body tensing up, and I knew she was gonna be waking up soon.
I brushed my thumb over the spot I’d bitten, satisfied with the faint mark left behind. Then I reached for the bedside lamp and switched it off, letting darkness swallow the room.
Judging by Anastasia’s ragged breath, I could tell she was awake.
"W-Who’s there!"
She sounded scared, but I lingered for a moment, allowing her panic to rise, patiently waiting, but what I hoped for never came.
So I hovered above her, and I heard her heavy breathing stop. I knew she could tell it was me, yet she didn’t make any attempts to push me away.
The dark was a sanctuary for Anastasia. She doesn’t realize, but I do. It was the one place she couldn’t resist me, just like in the closet when she came apart for me beautifully.
"You could’ve had Dante do anything, yet you chose to transform him into a monkey," I said, the recollection of the whole thing making me stifle a laugh.
"You’re really something, little kitten, capable of reducing someone as stiff as Dante into a marshmallow."
"..."
I leaned closer until I could feel her soft breath on my face.
"Why so quiet, kitten?" My hands braced against her waist. The nightdress had reached up her chest, and the rest of her was exposed.
She inhaled sharply when the realization struck, and I figured she was in even more shock; she couldn’t speak.
"Remember when I said next time you’d be getting the belt? Well, little kitten... that punishment is long overdue." A smile touched my lips when I felt her tremble beneath me. "You’ve been a very bad girl."
