Devil In Disguise

Free the Dancing Llamas

Chapter 10: Return of the SuperBitch, The Girl Strikes Back

Saturday evening arrived way sooner than I'd anticipated. I was ashamed to admit it, but I'd spent a good three hours doing my hair and make up, trying to get that effortless 'I didn't just put a tonne of make up on my face, this is how I naturally am, my hair is always this straight and shiny' look. At 6pm sharp, Dante came barging into my room and tried to get me to change in front of him. He was like a clingy, overgrown, perverted child. Eventually I managed to distract him with my underwear drawer long enough to slip into the fancy dress he'd brought with him. Although now I was fairly sure I'd have to set all my underwear on fire and get some new pairs.

Eventually, we arrived at the art gallery at 7.45pm.

I let Dante walk through into the place first. Before I walked into the gallery, I took a deep breath, smoothing my dress. I looked at the silky green thing in one of the mirrors in the extravagantly beautiful foyer. It was gorgeous and definitely the most expensive thing I'd ever worn. Loath as I was to admit it, Dante knew exactly how to dress my body.

I walked down the hall, my heels clacking on the marble. I was worried and so anxious. But I was also excited, because for the first time I would get the chance to see my freaked up freak of a boyfriend and embarrass him in front of his snooty family. I cackled to myself, thinking of how much he was going to pay.

I saw Dante, talking to a lovely older looking lady. She looked a lot like Sienna, but some wispy, grey streaks in her hair of ebony.

She looked over to me, and her eyes were the saddest I'd ever seen.

Oh cheese sauce. Just what was I getting myself into?

Both Sienna and Dante were standing around her, it all looked pretty serious.

I decided, perhaps I'd tone my crazy down a bit. See what was happening before I distressed the innocent lady who'd been forced to raise the spawn of Satan.

Dante saw me heading for them, said something to his mother, who looked over my way…and smiled? Well this was weird. I assumed as a snooty, rich lady she'd automatically despise me. That was how it was supposed to work, wasn't it?

Dante walked over to me, wrapping his arms around me and placing an almost desperate kiss on my lips. He held me and inhaled deeply into my neck, the breath sending tickles down my neck.

"Babe," he murmured, "You have no idea how much this means to me."

"Yeah, yeah." I rolled my eyes, "Hurry this shit up."

"I promise we won't stay to long. I just want to, a bit for mum."

"Is she ok?"

"It's my father, Dahlia," Dante said, anger in the base of his chest, I was confused then, "My father brought his lady friend and other son along."

"Wait, I didn't know your parents were divorced,"

"They're not, Dahlia," He looked sad then, "He's a pig, and my mother has depression…I can't do this alone, please just stay. Please." His voice was strained, upset, like he was going to cry. I'd never heard him so distressed. I didn't like it, not one little, itty, bitty bit.

Depression must've run in the family. I nodded, squeezing his biceps through the nice suit. His family life was more messed up than mine. For one night, I could put the master plan on hold and be a decent human being.

He looked relieved suddenly, "Come on, I'll introduce you to my mum. She's dying to meet you."

He grabbed my hand, and I suddenly felt sick. This wasn't going to be an easy night. It felt like we were about to take another relationship plunge - and we weren't technically even in a relationship!

"Mum, this is Dahlia," Dante announced, bringing me in front of him, "She's my girlfriend."

No! I wanted to yell, No, we're not dating. It's a lie!

She smiled then, a proper, beautiful smile. She was gorgeous, even at fifty she was the kind of woman who still turned heads, "It's just so wonderful to finally meet you. Welcome to our family," She suddenly pulled me into a tight hug.

"It's lovely to meet you too, Mrs Preston-Scott." I said, as she pulled back.

Why were they all so nice to me? Didn't they know that I was going to break their son's heart?

"Oh Please, call me Cynthia." She smiled, "I'm so glad you could make it to my art opening."

"You're art opening?" A gruff voice chuckled. "More like mine, It's my money."

There Dante's father stood, just under 6ft tall, tanned, and lean. The lips and nose he got from his mother, but the build and strong jaw he definitely got from his father.

"Dante," he acknowledged, completely ignoring Sienna. Weird.

"Father," Dante nodded barely, he was gripping my hand for dear life though. If I was going to get out of this with my two hands attached we were going to have to find another way of dealing with this crap, that didn't involve him squishing the bones out of my hand.

Just when things couldn't get any worse, a slim, younger woman and small child both with lovely russet hair joined Dante's father's side. Cripes on a Cripe Cake.It had to be the mistress. This was turning into a soap opera. No wonder Dante was so messed up.

Cynthia had little unshed tears in her eyes, and Sienna looked like she was going to punch someone in the face. I was rooting her on in my head.

"Hello Cynthia, Sienna, Dante," the woman smiled, giving Dante a once-over. I wanted to scream at her, she didn't have the right to look at him like he was sex on a plate. It was wrong on so many levels, "You've grown up quickly."

Dante just kept looking straight at his father, as if he hadn't even seen the woman come up or look it him like a creepy leech-creeper of creepiness.

"How's law going, old boy?"

"He's doing medicine, Edward." Cynthia corrected quietly.

He didn't even acknowledge her, look at her – and just like that a little more of the light in her eyes disappeared.

"Medicine? I thought you'd wanted to be like your old Dad and practice with me," he frowned.

Dante just looked annoyed, "Nope. No way in fucking hell."

I toasted to that. Well I would have if I'd had some champagne. Or even a juice. There was no way either of us was going to get through the night sober. I looked around trying to catch the eye of one of the caterers and see where they were hiding all the booze. This was a fancy schmancy shidig, I just assumed there'd be more alcohol than food. I assumed that's what rich people lived off.

Tragically, I had assumed incorrectly.

"You dare speak to your father like that?" Edward's lover hissed, covering her son's ears. Well, at least she was protective of the kid.

"He's no father of mine." Dante responded, stony faced. Cheese on toast, it was like a Japanese soap opera. I half expected that a love vending machine might pop out from the floor and offer to counsel the family with its wisdom.

The father suddenly turned his steely gaze towards me, "Who might you be?"

"This is Dahlia," Cynthia said softly, trying to sooth the tension between her husband and son, "She's Dante's lovely girlfriend we've been hearing so much about."

"And what course are you doing, Dahlia?" His father said coolly, giving me a look that said he was neither impressed nor actually interested. To be fair, I wasn't really that much to be impressed with. But damn it, I had a winning personality.

Ok. I can't lie to you guys at this point – I didn't have that either.

"Media with a focus on journalism and public relations," Dante replied curtly. It was amazing how I seemed to be throwing my voice like that. Everyone was answering except me. It took me by surprise, Dante's response. I'd never told him my focus or interest for media, but he just seemed to know. Weird. I mean, I knew he was studying medicine, but I didn't even know what his interest in it was.

"Oh well, at least you'll be able to give up your job easily if you get married." He laughed.

I just sort of froze, and I looked at Dante, who looked at me like I was frothing at the mouth. I probably was. It was warranted.

"I don't plan on doing that," I replied, "You sexist fucker." I added curtly. The only person who had a reaction was Sienna, who was cackling over a glass of champagne. Now where had she gotten that? I wondered. I was in serious need of a drink. Two or three, maybe even ten.

I could feel Dante's hands grab my ass and give it a squeeze. Cynthia just looked glassy-eyed – as if completely unaware of the whole exchange. She seemed to zone in and out. To be fair, she was taking the entire situation a whole lot better than I ever would have.

"It's nice to see you're dating such a lady." Edward replied looking me over with his steely eyes.

"Well at least she ain't your tramp," Dante smirked. I couldn't stop myself for grinning, even if it was a terrible joke. Sienna just started cackling even louder, I could hear her start to snort.

Edward just rolled his eyes, ignoring the look of incredulity that crossed his lover's face.

"Hey Dante," the little kid pipped up finally, "Guess what? I got full marks for my spelling test!"

Wow. The kid was actually nice. He clearly had no idea what was going on. He seemed to look at Dante like he was coolest person ever. It would've have been so sweet if the whole situation wasn't so messed up.

"That's great, whore-biscuit," Dante replied kindly, patting the kid on the head, "That's great."

Yep. This was all kinds of fucked-up.

"Come on, sugarcakes," Dante said, grabbing my hand, "Lets go find you some food."

Except instead of getting food, Dante lead me into some sort of storage room with a big chair and a bunch of artworks sitting around.

As soon as he closed the door, I turned to Dante, "What the dickens just happened out there? You did not prepare me for the fact that your family is prime time television material."

He just shrugged, "Its been worse."

I wanted to apologise. But I wasn't sure what for. It made sense now. Everything about him made sense. I didn't really know what to say, so I just hugged him as tightly as I could.

"I'm scared, Dahlia," Dante whispered into my ear, "I'm so scared everyday of my life, that I am going to become like him."

"You won't." I tried to reassure him, pulling back to look at his face. But who was I to say that? I didn't know what he was going through, I didn't know what was happening in his head.

"How do you know that? I am so screwed up. Me, my family, us. Its all so fucked up." He sort of seemed to shiver then.

"I don't know much of anything," I replied honestly, "I can't really tell you how to deal with you head demons. I mostly just ignore my own…and well I don't know if I'm the best example of what you want to aspire to."

He smiled then. I had made him smile and filled me up with fuzzy warmth. He grabbed my hand in his and kissed it.

"You're so beautiful and noble and strong, Dahlia," he said, "You're so lovely. You could be anywhere else in the world, but you're here with me. And we're not even really dating. Are we?"

He looked sadly at me. I didn't know what to say. We weren't really dating, it was a botched up deal that had gone wrong in every way. I was starting to feel sick, I wanted to protest, I wanted to say we were real. We were dating. We were in love.

At least two of those statements were true. I didn't want to think too hardly about which ones.

I hugged him again and he seemed to relax a bit, hugging me back. His warm, strong smell wrapped around me too. I kissed him then, surprising both of us. I didn't know what I was doing, but I wanted to hold him. The next thing I knew I had pushed him onto the chair and was taking his suit jacket off. He smoothed the straps of my new dress off my shoulders, down to my hips. He leaned forward to kiss my shoulders and breasts, causing little trails of shivers to run over my skin and down my body.

I should have been angry, horrified, annoyed, embarrassed even. But the only think I kept feeling was this persistent longing and something else, something bigger. I tried not to dwell on it too much and instead I pushed myself forward, capturing his lips with mine again. He sort of just sat there, beautiful and sad, stroking my hair and skimming his hands up and down the sides of my body.

This wasn't the Dante I was used to. I was used to his aggressive kisses and demanding sex drive. Now he was a completely different man. I skimmed my lips across his neck, placing a small bite on his shoulder to see if that did anything. All he did was groan softly, and continue to kiss me like I would fly away if he stopped.

His hands gently caressed all of me, their warmth burning a trail of fire wherever they touched. The sensations were becoming too intense, as if this wasn't just about desire and sex. The feelings and emotions threatened to burst out of me soon if I didn't do anything about them. I brought my hand down, unzipping his trousers. Before we could go any further he stopped my hands, holding them in his own larger ones. "We need to stop," Dante murmured. It was so quiet and sudden, I almost fell off the chair.

I didn't know what to say, and I could not bring myself to look at him. He must have sensed my awkwardness, because he then said, "You have no idea how much I need you, but let's not do this now. I can't deal with you freaking out on top of everything else, right now."

Oh holy hell on a hole-hell stick.

"Freaking out?" I asked, confused and annoyed, "I don't freak out."

He gave me a look of concern, "Just how many personalities do you have going on in there? Do they all retain the same memory?"

Before I could retort, the door swung open. Somebody had forgotten to lock it. I felt Dante grip me tighter, trying to cover as much of us with his arms as possible. We must've looked like a sight, my dress pooled at my waist, Dante's shirt half-unbuttoned and pants unzipped.

"Dante," His father stepped angrily into the room, "Why did you just disa-" All traces of anger immediately disappeared as soon as his eyes landed on us in the chair. He looked embarrassed, flushed. I looked to Dante's face, which was kind of hard, considering I was being smushed into his chest. Not that I was complaining. It was nice and muscled and warm there.

Dante just looked like he was smirking, "Do you mind shutting the door on your way out?"

His father quickly slammed the door shut, thankfully not spending a moment longer in the room.

Dante suddenly turned to me, wiggling his eyebrows and said, "You wanna' make out a little, before we go back out? I reckon we have about 15 more minutes of privacy until he comes back in demanding to be treated like a father."

I felt the lower half of my body tighten in anticipation. He even had control over my basic functions now. Great.

"We are at your mother's art show," I hissed, wriggling out of the chair, trying to readjust the dress.

"You were the one trying to get my pants off a second ago. I'm not the one trying to take it to the next level."

"You took it to the next level when you decided to introduce me to your family." I hissed.

"You're so angry when you're aroused. It's sexy." Dante nodded, grabbing me by the waist and sitting me on his lap, pressing me against a most particularly hard part of his body.

"You think everything is sexy," I rolled my eyes, trying to regain my composer and ignoring the happy little swirls of pleasure erupting between my thighs.

He smoothed his hand across my hip, brushing it down, underneath the dress. He ignored my statement, and instead seemed pretty focused on slipping those long fingers into my underwear.

I let out breathy little moans as his fingers found their goal, petting and stroking me till I thought I was going to have a stroke. I had a brief moment of clarity when a little thought popped itself into my head. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing, and I wondered then, just how many girls had he done this with? I reminded myself that this was nothing but a game to him. Every move was calculated. I elbowed him in the stomach. He groaned, taking his hand away.

"What's wrong now? A few seconds ago you were moaning like a banshee."

"Yeah. Well consider that a moment of insanity." I hissed, "I told you not to bother me, and then you hypnotise me and give me all this family drama and you knew I would be overcome with pity for you and that I'd do stuff with you," I began ranting.

He seemed to stiffen suddenly; anger, then annoyance taking over his face, "You hold your horses there for just a moment. You were the one trying to get my pants off. If I was so insistent on getting my own pleasure, why would I STOP you from trying to touch me, and instead try and pleasure you?"

Even as pissed off as I was, that seemed to make sense. I pushed that rationale out of my brain. He had to be trying to trick me, this had to be a part of his plan to destroy my life.

He furiously began zipping and buttoning himself up, taking his jacket from the floor and shoving it on.

"I don't know why I even bother with you," he hissed.

"You did this to yourself," I spat, gesturing between us, "You're a disgusting man-whore. Who knows how many girls you've fucked. Then you have the audacity to try and touch me."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Dante seemed confused. Well…of course he would be, he was oblivious and stupid.

"It's disgusting is what it is. Do you think I'd go for a guy like that?"

"I hate to break it to you, babycakes," Dante stormed to me, grabbing and pressing the entire length of his body against mine. I almost squealed in delight, "But I can a hundred percent guarantee you that Alec has fucked a lot more girls than I have, and he never even had the gall to date half of them. I don't have sex with a girl unless I'm dating her." He thrust his hips against mine for extra emphasis, a little gasp escaping from my lips.

"And you've never had a girlfriend in your life." I said, trying not to be distracted by that persistent desire that plagued me whenever I was around him, "I know that for a fact. You're a liar."

"No, Dahlia. Give that a little think, why don't you? I don't have sex with girls I don't date. And prior to you, I've never dated anyone." His face grew terribly serious, and he seemed almost embarrassed.

It dawned on me.

I had stolen Satan's virginity.

"Wait, are you saying you were a virgin when we…?" I laughed humourlessly, "And I…"

"Yes." Dante looked away, his ears turning pink.

"But the way you touch me, the way you move, you're so…confident, and it feels incredible." That last part escaped from my lips without me even knowing it. He looked at me and smiled then.

He shrugged, "I've been to P.E, Dahlia, I've seen Porn, and I have spent countless hours thinking about the things I've wanted to do to you. Besides, it's not like I haven't touched other women. I just never fucked them. It never felt right."

"Never felt right? As opposed to, say, blackmailing a girl you used to bully into dating you and then deciding she's the right one to lose the old V-card to." I deadpanned, "That was the right moment?"

He shrugged again; pink still tinting his cheeks and ears.

"Just don't go broadcasting it too much. Guys are really stupid about shit like this. I don't need to have a guy like Jared Kow laughing at me."

I threw my head back and started cackling like a maniac, "I have so much dirt on you, you are going to wish you'd never set eyes on me."

He had the sense to look slightly worried, "Let's just go back to the exhibition and forget this whole thing."

"I ain't forgetting nothing," I sprayed saliva out, I was laughing so hard, "I'm more experienced that you are. Imagine that."

"Don't remind me of your past conquests, please. I don't like thinking about it." Dante frowned, his lips forming a snarl. It should have been hideous on him, but for some reason he seemed to still startle me with his handsomeness. It was unnerving.

"Oh please," I smirked, sashaying out of the room. I paused at the door, looking over my shoulder for effect, "You better get used to my conquests because I have my eyes set on Vanders."

The angry expression flitted across his perfect face again, "He'll use you once and throw you away."

"No, darling," I walked towards him, adjusting his collar, "That's what I did with you. I've kept my end of the bargain, you better keep yours."

The Superbitch was back. Finally I was getting some control over this whole situation.

A/N: So he's really more of the virgin sacrifice than the Devil.

Presenting the info dump chapter. Yay!

See you all in a few days. Thanks again to the lovely readers and reviewers of this story.

FTDL