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“Welcome to my humble?—”
“Let’s skip the fucking gracious host and formalities routine,” Gabriel spits. “We both know what you are.”
Dante’s lips curl devilishly at the corners. He’s still not looking at me. Asshole.
“Ah, but what we are, old friend, isfamily, now. Thanks to your dear sister…”
My breath catches in my throat as Dante’s icy blue eyes finally swivel to pierce mine. His lips are still curled into a smile, but it’s hollow.
Empty.
Devoid of warmth or sincerity.
All I see is cold, dark malice.
“We’ll see about that.”
“Yes, well, if you find a way to cancel a fuckingblood marker, Gabriel,” Dante says coldly, “dolet me know. In the meantime, if you’ll excuse us…”
I gasp, my eyes flying wide as Dante’s arm suddenly encircles my waist and yanks me to his side. A shiver drags its nails down my spine as the heat and hardness of his body electrify my skin.
“Andbeforeyou put on your cape to play superhero and tell me to take my hands off her,” Dante growls quietly, turning back to Gabriel, “let’s not forget that the entire reason for this celebration tonight isour engagement.” He smiles icily. “Enjoy the party, Gabriel.”
I shudder as his arm tightens around me, whisking me away and off into the crowd.
“What thefuckdo you?—!”
“What I’m doing is a tour of the room to show off my new fiancée,dear,” Dante hisses. “That’s the entire fucking point of this entire evening, thanks to you.”
“Well, you can do it without putting your fucking hands on?—”
I gasp again as he grabs my hand and spins me in time to the waltz music the string quartet is playing in the corner of the ballroom.
“Exactlywhatare you doing?!” I hiss, shivering as he pulls me right against his chest and starts to dance with me, one hand holding mine, the other firmly gripping my waist.
“Dancing with my fiancée.”
I try and pull away, but his iron grip only tightens on my hand and my hip, pulling me against his body even harder.
“Stop it,” I mutter, glaring up at him. “And don’t try and tell me this is for appearances.” My eyes dart side to side, taking in the smiling, slightly drunk faces of the various guests watching us dance. “As if any of these people legitimately think we’re a couple.”
“They can think what they want. But let me explain to you how this world you’ve bamboozled your way into works,” Dante growls testily. “Behind closed doors is one thing. In public, however, you willbe my fucking wife.”
I’m not prepared for the jolt in my belly when he says it.
You will be my fucking wife.
It’s raw, brutally honest, and unapologetically possessive.
…Andskin-tinglingly hotwhen he growls it into my ear.
“At the moment,” Dante murmurs, “that entails dancing with me, playing the fucking part, and smiling when you should, like a good girl.”
Something electric and throbbing pulses in my core.
Damn him.
My stomach flutters as Dante spins me again and dips me expertly before pulling me back into his arms.
