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There’s a moment’s silence on the other end of the line. Emma lets out a sharp breath. “So you went to your club, and got all worked up with one of your girls, and now you’re calling me. Did you already fuck one of them, and now you want to slum it for seconds, or is there some reason why you haven’t already gotten off tonight?”
I know I’m not imagining the jealousy in her tone. It’s enough to make me plow forward, even when I know I shouldn’t.
“I didn’t fuck anyone tonight because I want you. I want to come over there right now, and show you just how much.” I breathe out, exhaling as my cock throbs painfully again. “I want to show you just how fucking hard I am for you right now. Only you.”
Emma is silent again for a long moment, but I can hear her breathing quicken. “We live very different lives, Dante,” she says quietly. Her voice sounds almost sad. “This isn’t going anywhere.”
“We can figure that out later.” I clench my teeth, unable to let it go. “Can you honestly tell me that you don’t want me to come over? Because I’ll be there in an hour if you don’t tell me no.”
The silence is deafening. And it’s all I need to hear.
“That’s answer enough,” I tell her, when she doesn’t respond. “I’ll be there soon.”
The phone clicks off. My hand tightens around it, and I swallow hard, firing off a text to Jonas. Going back to that side of the city is a reckless idea, a foolish one, but I don’t care.
As soon as my driver drops me back at home, I’m getting in one of my cars and going to Emma’s.
I need her tonight. I’ll figure the rest out later.
13
EMMA
Ishould have told him no.
I stare down at the phone in my hand, feeling my pulse beat hard in my throat. He’s coming over. He’s coming overhere, to my house, to the place where just this morning I told myself I couldn’t fuck him. I wouldn’t be able to handle it, doing something with him that I’ve never done with anyone else.
But he’s going to be here in less than an hour, and I didn’t stop him.
I don’twantto stop him.
I should stop him.
I drop my phone on the counter, running my hands through my hair. If he’s coming over, I should shower—maybe shave more than just my legs and underarms, maybe put on something nicer. I’m still wearing the cutoffs and tank top I threw on this morning, my hair in a messy bun, not a bit of makeup on my face. I’m not dressed for seduction. I can only imagine what the girls at the club he’s coming from look like, how flawless they must be. I don’t understand why he’s leaving that and coming here.
Why he opted out of fucking one of them to come here and have sex with me instead.
Unless he’s lying. Unless he really did fuck one of them, and now he wants to come slum it with you, just like you said.The small, nagging voice in my head whispers in my ear, casting doubt on the whole thing. He could be lying—and how would I ever know?
But Dante doesn’t strike me as a liar. He’s a lot of things—dangerous, vicious, entirely insensible to the struggles of people like me who live so much further down the social food chain. But not a liar.
If I texted him no right now, would he stop? Would he turn around and go home if he’s already on his way? Or would he pretend he didn’t see it?
I think I know the answer to that. I think he’d go back home, no matter how much he wants me. I don’t think he’d disrespect an outrightnofrom me.
And deep down, that’s what keeps me from testing it. That’s what keeps me standing there, waffling in my kitchen, for so long that I hear a heavy knock on my door that nearly makes me jump out of my skin.
Has it really been an hour already?
I open it, half-expecting it to be someone else. But it’s Dante, in a dark grey slim-cut suit, his shirt unbuttoned at the top and his dark hair neatly styled away from his face.
He’s looking at me as if he’s half-starved, and I’m a feast.
He steps inside, shutting the door behind him hard enough to rattle the frame, and before I can say a word, his hands are on my face, and his mouth is on mine.
Hot. Hard.Hungry.
I gasp, my lips opening under his, and Dante’s tongue slides into my mouth and tangles with mine. He backs me into the kitchen, one hand sliding into my hair and the other dropping to grab my hip, walking me backward until I meet the edge of the counter and can go no further. He keeps going, crowding me until his body is pressed to mine from chest to thighs, and I can feelexactlyhow hard he is.
