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“I needed to see you.” I lift my chin slightly so I can breathe. “You came to see me. You were at my apartment, and I saw you at the restaurant.”
His gaze flicks away from me briefly. Then it's back, and he bites down on his back teeth.
“I shouldn't have done that. And you shouldn't be here.”
I step forward, stopping a few paces away from him. “I just wanted to see you. That's all. I…wanted to see you again.”
“Again.” He raises his brows and stabs me with a cynical look. “What? No date tonight?” There's a sting to his words that I feel in my heart, and I remember how he looked at Matthew and me in the restaurant.
“It wasn't a real date. My father…” My voice trails off. How do I explain this? How do I tell him that my life isn’t really mine? That it only appears that way. And I’m not happy.
Aside from that, hearing who Matthew is supposed to be to me might end things right here for good.
Then again, haven’t things already ended between us? So, what more damage can I do for telling the truth?
“That guy was someone my father wants me to marry.” The truth sounds just as wrong to my ears as all the answers I gave about Matthew to Natalie’s friends.
Dante's eyes darken, not with the desire I’ve grown accustomed. But with
that air of danger I’ve sensed since meeting him.
He moves closer, closing the space between us with slow, measured steps. He stops a breath away, towering over me, then leans so I’m enclosed in the musk of his cologne.
“If that guy is someone your father wants you to marry, that's all the more reason you shouldn't be here.” The lighter parts of his eyes are like sharp, cruel shards of stone. “That guy your father chose for you fits. He fits the perfect picture. The lawyer and the governor's daughter. Matthew Bouchard and Serenity Bell.”
Of course, he knows who Matthew is. He's known everything else so far. Why wouldn't he know that?
“I didn't choose him.” My voice shakes.
My heart breaks a little bit more when he smirks and hardens his stare.
“And you think you want me? That's what you think? Printsessa, you don't know what kind of devil I am. I did you a favor by leaving you alone.”
A shiver runs through me at his words, which sound so much like a threat, but I search his eyes for that flicker of desire that first enchanted me.
I search until I find the glimmer, and for the first time in my life, I truly don’t want to take the safe road.
“Would you ever hurt me?” I don't know why I ask that question, but it feels important.
Whatever magic comes with those words seems to break down the darkness clouding his eyes.
His brows furrow as if he’s annoyed with himself, but then he shakes his head and says, “I’d die first.”
My breath catches. It’s motionless and still in my throat at the impact of his words. Words which whisper to my soul, loosening the tension lacing through my blood.
“Then why wouldn't I want you?” My voice, though small, is confident, as if the question is a no-brainer.
When he steps closer, closing the line into my personal space, the air shifts between us. He catches my face and leans in even closer so we’re sharing the same air space.
“I’m selfish. I told you what would happen if I ever saw you again, Serenity Bell.” He speaks through gritted teeth, his masculine energy dominating me. “I meant every word, Printsessa.”
The words resurface, rising to the front of my mind.
Remembering the warning that he’d fuck me if he saw me again and he wouldn’t be able to leave me alone sends a bold of desire straight to my pussy, making me embarrassingly wet. A sure sign of how badly my body has been starving for attention. But not just anyone’s attention. I want his.
Remembering him telling me those words assures me I’ve never been surer of anything more in my life than wanting him.
The knowledge of that, with all its power and truth, strengthens my need, and I hold his gaze. I know I’m dancing with danger and walking too close to the edge, but that thrill he gives me to live pushes me to keep going.
