Post by Dante Valentino on Jul 14, 2017 0:59:01 GMT -6
Dante looked at her in surprise when she suddenly wanted him to check her. She was right about Dr. Kingston and how he would tell Korso about what almost happened to his daughter. Dante felt he had a right to know, considering it was his daughter, but he knew the Don's temper might just get the best of him in this situation.
“All right...” he said softly. “No doctor then...”
“Please don't judge me...”
He looked down at her in shock at her words. Grabbing her face gently he had her look him fully in the eyes. “Bambi, I would never judge you, ever,” he said before kissing her forehead. “Nothing tonight was your fault, all right?”
He looked down at her legs and carefully raised her dress up to check her. She twitched in his arms and buried her face into his shoulder. When she let out a gasp he kissed the crown of her hair as he rubbed her arm.
Looking back down at her legs he pulled the dress fully up. Looking at her skin he didn't see any marks or bruising, thankfully. He felt himself heat up a little when his eyes glanced at her womanhood. Though at the sight of seeing her wet he felt the heat turn to anger.
They touched her, violated her... Forced her body to respond... Damn them to hell... he thought, feeling his body shake a little in rage.
Taking a deep breath, he quickly reminded himself that he already killed the bastards that touched her. Part of him wished he could resurrect them just to kill them both again. If Aira hadn't been there Dante would have tortured the one guy longer.
Lowering her dress, he wrapped his other arm around her and held her tightly to him. “Your body is lying to you, Bambi...” he told her causing her to look up at him. “It was just responding under duress. You didn't like it. You struggled against them and didn't want them to do it. It's not your fault.” He kissed her forehead once more before placing his forehead against hers. “Your body was trying to protect you from pain if they had...” he trailed off before closing his eyes. “The point is, I know you hated it, don't ever doubt that.”
He kissed her on the lips wanting to prove to her that he wasn't judging her and to help force the memory of the men out of her mind. “You're beautiful and I'll care about you no matter what...” he whispered against her lips when he pulled away a little. He opened his eyes and looked at her emerald ones.
He pushed his knuckles against her cheek. “...We won't tell your father everything... just that you were harassed and... I got here in time...” he said, hoping that would help calm her down as well. “I know your father won't be able to think straight in the anger he'll be feeling at the idea of what happened... Hell, he might take it out on me because I'm supposed to be watching you... But we need to tell him about the Blue Moon, all right?”
“All right...” he said softly. “No doctor then...”
“Please don't judge me...”
He looked down at her in shock at her words. Grabbing her face gently he had her look him fully in the eyes. “Bambi, I would never judge you, ever,” he said before kissing her forehead. “Nothing tonight was your fault, all right?”
He looked down at her legs and carefully raised her dress up to check her. She twitched in his arms and buried her face into his shoulder. When she let out a gasp he kissed the crown of her hair as he rubbed her arm.
Looking back down at her legs he pulled the dress fully up. Looking at her skin he didn't see any marks or bruising, thankfully. He felt himself heat up a little when his eyes glanced at her womanhood. Though at the sight of seeing her wet he felt the heat turn to anger.
They touched her, violated her... Forced her body to respond... Damn them to hell... he thought, feeling his body shake a little in rage.
Taking a deep breath, he quickly reminded himself that he already killed the bastards that touched her. Part of him wished he could resurrect them just to kill them both again. If Aira hadn't been there Dante would have tortured the one guy longer.
Lowering her dress, he wrapped his other arm around her and held her tightly to him. “Your body is lying to you, Bambi...” he told her causing her to look up at him. “It was just responding under duress. You didn't like it. You struggled against them and didn't want them to do it. It's not your fault.” He kissed her forehead once more before placing his forehead against hers. “Your body was trying to protect you from pain if they had...” he trailed off before closing his eyes. “The point is, I know you hated it, don't ever doubt that.”
He kissed her on the lips wanting to prove to her that he wasn't judging her and to help force the memory of the men out of her mind. “You're beautiful and I'll care about you no matter what...” he whispered against her lips when he pulled away a little. He opened his eyes and looked at her emerald ones.
He pushed his knuckles against her cheek. “...We won't tell your father everything... just that you were harassed and... I got here in time...” he said, hoping that would help calm her down as well. “I know your father won't be able to think straight in the anger he'll be feeling at the idea of what happened... Hell, he might take it out on me because I'm supposed to be watching you... But we need to tell him about the Blue Moon, all right?”