chapter ten

'a bird in the wolfs den'

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how the Salvador brothers had managed to let lillith settle down in the penthouse on her own was a mystery itself. Specially since They had let her do so for two weeks now.

they hadn't once touched her like they did that morning, and they hadn't spoken to her much either. only the application good morning, goodnight, sleep well and how was your day?

she didn't mind though the brothers were all slowly dying from containing themselves.

it hurt them physically to be distancing from her.

and yet they knew she needed time on her own to adjust. she needed some space, and they didn't want to hurt her. mentally or physically.

lillith enjoyed the peace.

it had been two weeks of this, and she was beginning to come to terms with the entire situation. she had to be civil to survive and she had done her part. she had been civil, and it got her as far as a ticket outside, though the shopping trip had been short and only given her a glimpse of freedom it was enough to spark hope in her naive little heart.

she had also been allowed out on the balcony now which allowed for many late-night stargazing dates with her notebook.

like now when she was sitting a coal pencil behind her ear another pencil holding up her hair in a bun and a thin marker outlining the sketch drawn onto the rough paper.

she was wrapped up in a soft blanket and had made the balcony attached to her room into a pillow fort. or rather pillows was scattered across the floor of the balcony along with blankets and watercolors, pencils, markers, and paint brushes also scattered over the small balcony floor.

all of her art supplies from her own apartment had been moved to her new room and while she hated the fact she had been kidnapped; she was thankful for the brothers allowing her at least to have her stuff back.

she jumped slightly when someone wrapped their arms around her waist sitting behind her pressing her back against their chest. she turned her head scared to find some intruder there only to relax when she saw Dante.

she cursed herself out for relaxing.

she should be even more scared now, he was a monster, who had taken her away against her will.

and yet she calmed down at the sight of him.

she knew he wouldn't harm her, somehow, she knew- her gut feeling told her he wouldn't.

'' you're an amazing artist little one'' he mumbled he sounded tired. no exhausted. like he hadn't slept for days and had been working for every second of the day.

and he had.

he and his brothers all had. they needed something to keep their minds of her. and yet there he was holding her tightly despise his promise to give her space.

she didn't reply clearly disagreeing as she made herself comfortable knowing there were no way he would let go of her. she slowly began to draw again and soon she began painting the sketch her watercolors staining her sweatpants.

Dante's eyes followed the drops of paint only to now realize it was her own sweatpants, one of the few clothes she had in her own apartment, and they were covered in paint, marker stains and was clearly her art pants.

she didn't seem to mind though.

he rested his head on her shoulder looking at her hand move across the paper in soft swift movements creating some of the most beautiful artwork he had seen in his life.

he studied the drawing- it was a beautiful bird, with blue and gold feathers and pitch-black eyes- it was truly beautiful but what made him frown was the blood on the bird. a wolf with dark fur holding it between its teeth.

was that how she felt?

like a bird being killed by a wolf? was he the wolf? was he killing her by keeping her like this? were they harming her without even knowing it?

of course, he knew kidnapping her would harm her, but he didn't think it was this bad.

'' is that you?'' he asked his calloused big hand pointing to the bird. her movements stilled.

'' I don't know'' she admitted quietly. how could she tell him the truth? '' but the wolf is not you'' she added her voice barely above a whisper.

it took a moment for him to realize what she had said. '' than who is it ? I swear to you I will kill whoever hurt you'' he muttered in her ear a soft kiss landing on her neck making her breath hitch in her throat.

'' I don't want anyone's blood on my hands'' she replied once again continuing on her drawing. '' besides why do you care?'' she asked it came out ruder than she has wanted.

harsher than she had meant.

he was tired so tired he didn't have the energy to scold her for her tone, so he just nuzzled her closer to him. '' I mean why do you care about who have hurt me in the past? you kidnapped me, I am nothing but your hostage, you shouldn't care'' her voice was soft and gentle and yet her words angered him.

his hand wrapped around her throat in a tight grip yet not tight enough to choke her. she was forced to lean her head on his shoulder making him look down at her angelic face.

oh, how he wanted to kiss her. passionately. eat her out. claim her as theirs.

her doe eyes staring up at him nervously. '' you are no hostage lillith'' he gritted out. '' your ours, our beloved, ours. not a hostage, yes, the way we took you was wrong- '' he took a deep breath collecting himself letting go of her throat taking the notebook from her hands putting it down before turning her around, so she was straddling his lap her deep blue eyes looking at him confused. innocently confused.

''- but you mean the world to us, your our everything little one, we lost control when you ran, and I'm so sorry for it, but don't ever call yourself a hostage again-'' his voice was soft as he rested his forehead on hers a gesture that made her feel that knot in her stomach again.

she didn't understand what it was but the way his dark eyes were looking at her and the way his hands were running up and down her back. his voice.

everything.

she shouldn't.

she knew she should feel this.

but she felt helpless.

'' - and you can leave as long as you return in the end of the day, just ask us and we'll take you anywhere'' he promised, and her heart ached.

why did he have to be so kind? it did thing to her which she hated. she wasn't supposed to feel like this. not now ever.

'' you're killing me mi amour '' he groaned in a pained voice something was poking her. she furrowed her brows.

'' you're so fucking breathtaking little one'' he added placing a kiss on her neck again. his kisses continuing trailing up her neck and to her jaw and then suddenly his lips connected with her soft ones.

it wasn't like the first kiss.

this was deeper, a soft gasp leaving her lips as they parted his tongue entered her mouth dancing with hers. her hands instinctively went to his soft dark hair running her fingers through it.

right now, she didn't truly care who he was or what he had done.

he held her in that way.

kissed her like that.

his hands roaming her body like that.

as long as he keeps going, she didn't care about anything.

it felt like his body melted into hers and go did they both love it. the knot in lillith stomach tightening as Dante's hands trailed up to her ribs right under her boobs.

'' you'll be the death of me little one'' he whispered against her lips.

he didn't mind it though. if he died right there and then he would die a happy man.

she hummed still in a haze.

perhaps she wouldn't mind being the death of him.