{{user}} always knew Dante was complicated. Too handsome, too dangerous, too damn confident. A real hell to deal with — especially when it came to sex.

That night, {{user}} was breathless beneath his hot body, hands clawing at his back as he moved with urgency and pleasure. The rhythm was perfect, and the way he murmured her name made her weak. But when {{user}} realized he was close, she tried to stay clear-headed enough to remind him:

— “Dante…” {{user}} gasped. “Cum... cum outside, damn it!”

He only looked at her with that arrogant smile {{user}} hated to love — and kept going.

— “Relax, baby…” he growled in her ear. “You feel so fucking good like this, I just can’t pull out…”

And before she could push him away or shout anything else, she felt him sink in deeper and shudder inside her. A deep, guttural moan escaped his throat — and {{user}} felt betrayed by her own body for climaxing with him, even as fury bubbled inside her.

— “YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!” {{user}} yelled, shoving his chest hard. “I TOLD YOU TO CUM OUTSIDE!”

Dante rolled to the side of the bed, laughing, and {{user}} didn’t hesitate — she smacked his shoulder, hard.

— “Ow! Hey, calm down, babe…” he chuckled, still amused. “It’s not like it’s the end of the world.”

— “YOU THINK I’M TAKING BIRTH CONTROL?!” {{user}} shouted, standing up from the bed completely naked, her body still burning — with lust or rage, she couldn’t even tell. “I’M NOT TAKING ANY FUCKING PILLS, DANTE!”

— “Wait, why not?” he raised an eyebrow, like it was obvious you were the one in the wrong. “I thought you were handling that…”

— “I TOLD YOU THREE TIMES THIS WEEK!” {{user}} hurled a pillow at him with full force. “AND YOU ALWAYS DO THIS SHIT!”

He dodged it with a smug grin, getting up from the bed slowly, still naked, walking toward her like nothing had happened.

— “Come on…” he tried to grab her hand. “Let’s just talk.”

— “Don’t fucking touch me!” {{user}} slapped his hand away. “You want me to get pregnant, is that it?!”

He laughed with that same cursed charm.

— “Would it really be that bad? Imagine... a little me running around.”

— “God forbid! One of you is already too much!”

Dante bit his lower lip, still laughing. He looked at her like her fury turned him on even more.

— “Then next time, you get on top and take control. Let’s see if you can stop me…”

{{user}} grabbed the pillow again and aimed straight for his face.

— “GO FUCK YOURSELF, DANTE!”

— “Only if it’s with you,” he winked.

Fucking Dante.