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She was beautiful, so of course she appealed to him. But that was all. It was all.
He repeated that himself, over and over again. She might have been any beautiful woman.
But then she looked back over her shoulder and the light from the neon that flashed on the buildings outside illuminated her face. Those green eyes.
And he knew it could only be her. Minerva.
She began to shake. Her climax taking her over.
“Dante,” she said, whispering his name one more time.
He clenched his teeth shut to keep from saying hers.
But his orgasm consumed him, grabbed him by the throat and shook him.
Minerva.
Her name echoed inside him, but he refused to give it voice. He refused. But the deep, physical need came for him all the same, and he was spent, destroyed in the aftermath of his release. Splintered.
Except he was coming to realize that the splinter wasn’t new.
Something had broken in him indefinably when he was young. And he had no earthly idea what could be done about it. He had the feeling that the answer was contained somewhere in her. He rejected that. And he pulled away.
He was Dante Fiori. And whatever he wanted, he could have. Whatever he needed was contained inside himself. He did not need anyone else. Least of all his friend’s little sister.
He straightened in the limo. “Fix your clothes,” he said.
She looked at him with wide eyes, but she complied. Then he lowered the window between himself and the driver. “You can take us home now.”
He felt very much like he had broken something. But he could not quite put his finger on what.
And he could not give a reason for why it bothered him at all.
