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"You should worry about your own life too. I promise you, if you do kill me, I'll come back and haunt the fuck out of you so you can end your own life!"

With the knife left on his palm for Nate to grab, he cooed sheepishly, "Can you...tease me...with this?"

"Get on your fucking knees."

"You better not tell me what to do again."
Dante felt his heart skip a beat. He didn't even look when he he whispered in a shaky breath, "O-Okay."

"He could have been a murderer for all you know."

"You're a fucking murderer."
Dante rolled his eyes. "But I would never hurt you."

"You threatened to kill me and my aunt!"

"Why are you being so difficult right now?" Dante snapped, furrowing his brows. "I told you I'd come get you whenever I needed pleasure."
Nate's jaw stiffened. "You don't need pleasure, you were just jealous."

"I wasn't jealous at all!" Dante hissed, folding his arms. "It bothered me that you were making out with him like that, that's all."
Nate furrowed his brows. "And why the fuck would that bother you—?"

"Because you haven't even kissed me yet,"