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CHAPTER THIRTY THREE

Author: Wren Gray
last update publish date: 2026-03-30 21:40:49

“AND IN THE MIDDLE OF MY CHAOS THERE WAS YOU.”

SOFIA.

Marco's voice.

Reality crashes back like ice water.

My eyes fly open, meeting Dante's. His are dark, dilated, filled with heat and want and something that looks like possession.

"Dante, stop—" I try to push him away but he doesn't move.

"Why?" His hand is still under my shirt, his body still pressed against mine. "Let him hear. Let him know who you really belong to."

"Are you insane?" I whisper frantically. "He's right outside—"

"Good." Dant
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