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Rose gasps. “Dante!” I barely hear her, I’m so focused.
Man-bun’s pale blue eyes widen, and he blanches, mouth curving into a capital O. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me, pretty boy. Don’t you ever touch Rose again. She’s mine, and I’ll cut your balls off and feed them to you if you lay a hand on her just one more time.”
He backs up, spins around and runs away so fast he’s nothing but a distant memory.
“How could you?” Rose hisses.
I fix my eyes to hers and wrap my hand around her wrist. “He was eyeing you like you’re nothing more than a piece of meat. I kept my mouth shut for the entire class. I couldn’t control myself for another second.”
“Then you better freaking try harder. If you can’t behave, this is never going to work.”
“I’m just trying to keep you safe.”
“From Jack?” She ticks her head down the hallway where man-bun disappeared.
“From all of them.”
She shakes her head, rolling her eyes. “I see what this is. You’re jealous….” The hint of a smile curls her lips.
“I am not,” I growl.
Another man approaches, inching between us. “Excuse me, Rose, I just wanted to say what a great class this was. Do you offer private lessons?”
Oh, fuck no. Pezzo di merda.My hand snakes out before I can stop it, curling around the back of Rose’s neck. I yank her mouth to mine. She stares up at me, eyes wide an instant before my lips crash into hers.
CHAPTER24
SELF-PRESERVATION
Rose
Dante devours me, his mouth consuming mine like my lips are the only thing standing between him and salvation. The worst part? I’m matching him stroke for stroke. My body melts into his, my soft curves fitting perfectly against his rough edges. Gawd, none of this was supposed to happen. Dante was supposed to be a drunken quickie all those weeks ago, and denying myself that has turned this into so much more. That must be it. There’s no other logical reason I’d be grinding against this man’s cock like this. Right in the middle of my fucking yoga studio.
A sliver of sense dribbles in between the lusty haze, and I shove him back. “What are you doing?” I snarl. Spinning around, I search for Charlie who’d asked about private lessons. I sure as hell could use the extra cash. Only he’s gone. As is every other student in the room.
Fucking Dante scared them away with his growly voice and murderous, midnight eyes.
Now that we’re alone, I pin him with a glare, rising to my tiptoes to come close to his eyelevel. “You can’t do that shit, Dante. This is my work. How would you like it if I came into your office, insulted your co-workers and kissed you like that?”
“Sweetheart, I’d bend you over my desk, pull those indecent yoga pants down to your ankles and fuck you right up until quitting time.”
My breath catches, an embarrassing squeak emitting from the back of my throat. All the blood rushes from my head down to my lusty pussy.
He winds his arm around my waist and drags me flush against his body. “All you have to do is ask.”
“Never,” I hiss. Even as my traitorous hips tilt to meet his rock-hard erection.Dammit, Rose. Pressing my palms to his chest, I attempt to push out of his hold. He must’ve been appeasing me last time because now, I don’t move an inch and neither does he.
Dante’s hold only tightens as he grinds his hips against mine. If I weren’t half a foot shorter than him, he’d be stroking me right through my center. Shit, I’d never hated him for being so tall as I do in that moment. “Come on, sweetheart, just give in already.” He licks his lips, dragging his tongue devastatingly slowly across that perfect bow. “I’m sorry I walked out on you that night. Is that what you want to hear? I fucked up, okay?”
A swirl of satisfaction blossoms in my chest, parting my lips into a huge smile. Yes, that was exactly what I wanted. What I needed from him.
“If I could go back in time, I would’ve ignored that call until after I’d plowed into that sweet, tight pussy. Becausecazzo, Rosa, now I just can’t get you out of my fucking mind. And the idea of those assholes’ hands on you makes me want to break each and every bone in their bodies.”
I suck in a sharp breath, the violence in his tone stoking the burning flames raging below. I should’ve been repulsed by his words because a part of me knew how true they were. He wasn’t bluffing. The man was a killer. Stella had always warned me to stay away, given me glimpses of the monster that lay beneath the beautiful, rugged surface, but I just never wanted to believe.
I do now. The truth is screaming at me from those bottomless, pitch irises.
