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The words sent heat flooding through me. I lifted my chin as he kissed me again, this time roughly and possessively like he was marking me.

I’d never experienced anything like this before. It was almost like he was claiming me, letting me know that somehow, despite everything, my body belonged to him. How could something that felt so damn right be so wrong?

I closed my eyes as my pulse raced and the pressure in my core deepened. Every thrust drove me closer to the edge until I couldn’t think straight.

“Dante,” I whimpered helplessly. I didn’t know what I was saying. I felt feverish and desperate, consumed and possessed.

He lifted his head at the sound of his name on my lips. His eyes were pure steel, glinting darkly at me.

“I’m going to ruin you for anybody else,” he muttered roughly, gripping my hands so tight I felt locked to him. “Come for me, baby.”

The way he said it sent me shattering over the edge. Pleasure crashed through me all at once, fierce enough to steal the breath from my lungs. I cried out and clung to him as wave after wave of exquisite pleasure tore through my trembling body.

Dante followed with a broken curse against my mouth, his torso going rigid above mine as he came too. I felt him pulse inside me, again and again, but it extended my own orgasm and I cried out as we kept on coming together.

Afterward, he released my fingers and laid his head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around his back and held him tight, afraid to let go. Afraid that the smallest movement would shatter the fragile cocoon of emotions surrounding us.

For a long moment neither of us moved.

We stayed tangled together in the soft morning light, breathing hard, hearts pounding against each other. His hand had slid into my hair, while mine rested against the back of his neck, and the silence between us no longer felt hostile or uncertain.

It felt dangerous in an entirely different way.

Because somewhere between the fear, the violence, and the chaos surrounding us, something had changed. And deep down, I think we both knew there was no going back from it now.

24

VALENTINA

Dante

Ididn’t do post-orgasmic cuddling. There was no place in my life for sentiment. But dragging myself away from Evelyn’s warm, soft embrace took a fuckload more willpower than I’d expected.

I was furious with myself. This morning should never have happened. What the fuck had I been thinking? I’d told myself last night would be it. One night of passion, just to get her out of my system.

Except it hadn’t been enough.

After our first frenzied round, I’d barely given her time to recover, such had been my desire. I’d pleasured her with my mouth, with my fingers, and again with my cock, determined to see if it was as good as the first time.

It was better.

When we’d finally fallen into an exhausted sleep, I’d been plagued by dreams of Evelyn riding me, her hips moving in a frantic rhythm, my fingers gripping her butt as she climbed higher and higher, finally exploding into vocal spasms of ecstasy.

Watching her come undone was something I’d never tire of. She was a fucking wonder, a siren sent to bewitch me. There was nothing sexier than seeing her beautiful body tremble, quake and come apart on top of me.

Nothing that made me feel more of a man.

Except it wasn’t real. I had to remember that.

None of this was fucking real.

This crazy attraction between us was just a product of our forced proximity, our loaded relationship. I knew that. She knew that.

This couldn’t continue. Or be allowed to happen again. Dammit, I couldn’t afford the distraction.

I slid away from her and climbed out of bed. The morning air felt cold and unwelcome as it wrapped around me. My mood deteriorated even further as I left her sleeping and marched across the hallway to the bathroom.

A moment later, I stepped under the hot jets and let the water wash the feel and the scent of her off me. I only wished it would wash away the memory too, but that wasn’t likely.