Chapter 7

“W-What the?! Pervert!” I squeaked and tried to push him away. He didn’t even bulge from my attempt. “This is sexual harassment!”

His rich baritone laughter vibrated against my skin, and a delightful tingle ran through me.

“It isn’t if the other person permits and enjoys it.” He kissed the sensitive spot on my neck, and I bit my lips, holding back a moan.

“So tell me, Olivia.”

My name rolled off his tongue in the dirtiest of ways and I quivered in his hold.

Dante slipped his hand under my shirt and rubbed the bare skin of my lower back. Another moan threatened to break free.

“Do you want me to stop?”

Yes and no hung on my tongue as two parts of me waged war.

My body, desperate for the masculine touch that it had been starved of for years, wanted to take Alice’s advice and let him possess me.

My mind, the wiser part of me, though fuzzy from his touch, knew this was wrong. Very wrong.

Giving in to him would prove his thoughts about me. I would forever be a slut in his eyes. He would tr