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Chapter 15

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Melanie’s point of view

I couldn’t stop thinking about last night as I woke up the next day. The flashbacks kept creeping in like a slow poison, invading every second of silence. My skin prickled at the memory of Dante’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my face, the way he pressed between my thighs like he was daring me to beg.

God, just remembering how close he was, how he touched me made my body went stiff. I wanted to scrub my brain clean. Maybe with bleach. Or a lobotomy. Either would work.

To keep myself sane, I stayed locked up in my room and I finally decided to unpack the rest of my things. Anything to keep my hands busy and my mind from drifting back to Dante’s chain tangled in my hair or how stupidly loud I moaned.

I shuffled to a box I hadn’t touched since we arrived and opened it.

Art supplies.

I groaned out loud. “Really, Mom?”

There were Tubes of paint, unused canvases, a sketchbook I hadn’t opened in years. She must’ve packed it behind my back. I hadn’t t
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    Melanie’s point of view I couldn’t stop thinking about last night as I woke up the next day. The flashbacks kept creeping in like a slow poison, invading every second of silence. My skin prickled at the memory of Dante’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my face, the way he pressed between my thighs like he was daring me to beg. God, just remembering how close he was, how he touched me made my body went stiff. I wanted to scrub my brain clean. Maybe with bleach. Or a lobotomy. Either would work. To keep myself sane, I stayed locked up in my room and I finally decided to unpack the rest of my things. Anything to keep my hands busy and my mind from drifting back to Dante’s chain tangled in my hair or how stupidly loud I moaned. I shuffled to a box I hadn’t touched since we arrived and opened it. Art supplies. I groaned out loud. “Really, Mom?” There were Tubes of paint, unused canvases, a sketchbook I hadn’t opened in years. She must’ve packed it behind my back. I hadn’t t

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    Melanie My eyes widened as I saw two shadows slip into the room. The door didn’t close all the way. It was opened just enough for me to see, the figures moving around the room until they got close where I was standing. At first, there was silence then the kisses picked up again. It was loud. The kind that sounded like two people were trying to suck each other’s faces off. I froze. My spine straightened and all I could think of was; What the hell was going on. The smacking sounds got deafening , echoing like thunder off the walls. I stepped back, hiding by the corner of his wardrobe. I didn’t mean to spy. Seriously. But my body refused to move. I wondered who the girl was. It had to be. Uriela or could it be a new fling. “Fuck…” I heard Dante’s Deep. Rough. and Dangerous voice. My breath paused. Then I inched closer, trying to get a better view of him. When I finally sighted him my eyes widened as I watched the scene play out. He threw the girl on the bed like she was a

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