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“No. I’ll let you decide if you still want to leave when we’re done.”
“Done doing what?”
He only smiles, then pulls open the passenger door and unceremoniously dumps me into the front passenger seat. The leather feels refreshingly cool against my heated skin.
“You’re engaged, for fuck’s sake.”
“Did you see a ring on her?” His eyebrow arches as he leans over me.
I violently shove down the hope swelling inside me. “I don’t care. You’re planning to marry her. You’re promised to wed. You already gave your word. You’re betrothed. Avowed . . .”
“Are you done with the synonyms or would you like a thesaurus?” He grabs the seatbelt and buckles me in, his hands brushing against my thigh.
“Fuck you,” I spit, my hands clenching into fists.
“You will, baby. Soon.”
My core clenches at his words. What on earth has Kira gotten me into? I scramble for an excuse. “Seriously, I–I can’t go home with you.”
“Why not?”
“What do you mean, why not?” I sputter in disgust. “You’re getting married. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?”
“For the last time, Addy, I’m not marrying Alina. And you should know I’ve never touched her.”
“You did. Tonight,” I can’t help grumbling, crossing my arms over my chest.
He rears back to stare at me for a full minute. “Well, then since we’re being jealous. Why the fuck did you let him put his hands on you?”
“Who, Zedd?”
He cocks his brow. “Whatever the fuck he calls himself. I was that close to snapping his neck.”
“Good. Now you know how I felt.”
Dante suddenly throws back his head and laughs, and that’s when I realize I said that out loud.
Shit. “Look, I need to leave.”
His thumb traces my bottom lip slowly, and I have to tamp down an insane desire to suck on it.
“No, Addy, you don’t want to leave. You want to spend the night with me buried deep inside you.”
My lids flutter closed. That’s it, game over. My body had thrown in the towel. But my mind stubbornly refuses to cave, coming up with another excuse.
“I can’t. I have to return my car to the agency first thing Monday morning or lose my deposit . . . and Kira—your godsister or whatever—she has some of her things in the trunk. She’ll need them. I’ll talk to you here, but I can’t go home with you.”
“Where’s the rental car?” He leans close to me, his body tempting me with his nearness.
“It’s in section 2B. A black Corolla.” I fidget with the hem of my dress, avoiding his gaze.
“Give me your keys.”
“Dante, wait.”
He simply reaches for my purse and fishes out the car keys. He straightens and tosses the key to Hulky. “Corolla in 2B. Get it returned to Boston.”
“Boss.” Pietro leaves, his footsteps fading into the night.
