Chapter 32

Jean

There’s nothing but chaos in my head as Dante pushes me against the door, my hands firmly in place above my head, pinned by his large hand.

If I’d asked to relay what had transpired between us, I’d have no words, only pure emotions running through me as Dante nudges my legs open to slide his knee in between them.

Ruin.

That’s it. That’s the one word, I’d use to describe it. Dante will be my ruin, but still, I find myself melting in his kisses. The way he’s touching me becoming unbearable.

The heat pooling in my stomach grows as Dante intentionally rubs his knee against the softest part of me.