Chapter 90: A Taste of Temptation
A small gasp escaped Anastasia’s lips upon feeling his lips dangerously close to hers, and she instinctively pulled back as if she had touched something searing hot. She noticed how the prince had trouble holding himself back, and when the opportunity presented itself, he eagerly seized it, diving right into attempting to seduce her.
"What happened?" Dante questioned her earnestly, making it seem that what he just did wasn’t odd.
"That, your tongue," Anastasia sputtered as she became flustered. How was it possible that he wasn’t embarrassed by the action he did? she asked herself, while staring at his questioning black eyes.
Dante angled his face to hers, and when he spoke, every word of his bounced off her pale pink lips, "You didn’t like it?"
His question made her involuntarily think about it, and she replied, "I don’t know..." and her heart began to pound in her ribcage.
A wicked gleam entered Dante’s eyes, and he replied to her, "Let us try it again then, shall we? So that we can decide if you hate it or if it makes your toes curl."
"T—That is fine, you don’t have—"
"I want to," Anastasia heard Dante’s words as he gently pushed her hand down with the back of his own. He asked her, "Have you ever tasted chocolate, Anastasia?"
Anastasia’s attention was torn between how the prince looked at her and the question he asked. She answered, "I haven’t."
"Then let me introduce you to its taste," Dante responded, maintaining his unwavering gaze on her, making sure his rabbit didn’t run. Not that she could run away from him, but he allowed the rabbit to think that she could escape him, a false sense of possible freedom.
Anastasia’s eyes briefly shifted from his intense eyes to his hand as it moved towards the trolley of food in the room. His fingers dipped into a small bowl that resembled gooey mud, and she observed as his fingers were brought before her already-parted lips. She softly gulped and said,