Bel~! Haha I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.
Belphegor reached out and tugged you closer, his ever present grin warning you that you should have escaped when you had the chance. "The prince likes your dress" he murmured into your ear as he slowly slid his hand over your thigh, fiddling with the bottom of your dress. You held back a moan as you forced yourself to remain composed. Belphegor chuckled against your neck, his hands wandering higher up your leg as you balanced the tray in your hands uncertainly. "Bel-sama I need to return to-" your voice broke off with a gasp as he bit down hard on the tender flesh at your neck, causing you to wince in pain. "You can finish serving the peasants later and entertain your prince instead" You felt your heart thump in your chest as started to nibble gently on your ear.
The tray you were clutching tightly was suddenly yanked away as he pushed you further into the wall behind you. You gave in you felt him begin to play with your breasts, shuddering you arched into his hands. Dragging your hands down his chest you were rewarded with a moan as he tilted your head to meet his in a frenzied kiss. You cried out as he bit your bottom lip, his tongue greedily sucking the blood from you lip as he started to grind against you. You couldn't get enough of his heat as you moaned into his mouth, suddenly you froze. Guilty you pulled away from Belphegor as you faced your boss, unable to stop the flush of heat in your cheeks or your racing heart. Without a word he grabbed your hand and began to drag you away, you were in trouble. You knew that the only reason he hadn't already said anything was the fact you were one of the few waitresses left who dealt with the vongola.
Not only that he would have to explain to the decimo why you wouldn't be serving his guests at such an important event. Surely your boss wouldn't fire you at your friend's coming of age celebration? You twisted back as you neared the bustling kitchen and blushed as Bel held up the necklace you'd been wearing. Next you vowed to yourself as you turned to pick up a tray of champagne, you weren't going to talk too strange men who claim to be a prince. Or at least you amended thoughtfully watching the shaggy haired male from the corner of your eye, don't get caught making out with said stranger.
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