The bedroom filled with noises of heavy breathing. You looked over to the mirror in front of the bed, you were bare, disheveled, on all 4's, hair a mess, lipstick smudged and panting slightly. Dante got off you pulling his pant and zipper up.

"Might want to fix your lipstick, mia cara. As beautiful as you look freshly f*cked, I would hate to ruin our evening by having to kill every other man who sees you like this." Dante said in a hoarse voice as he fixed himself.