***IRENE***The air in the room vanished, replaced by a crackling, primal energy. Dante didn't walk around the bed; goddess he pounced! One moment he was a furious silhouette at the foot of the bed, the next his weight was crushing me into the silk mattress, his heavy, muscular frame caging me in. The scent of him—sandalwood, cigar smoke, and raw, male fury—filled my lungs, suffocating me, intoxicating me.“Get off!” I cried out, my hands shoving against his chest. It was like pushing against a mountain.His answer was a searing, brutal kiss. It wasn't an act of passion; it was an act of conquest. His lips claimed mine with a punishing force, his tongue plunging into my mouth, silencing my protests, stealing my breath. It was all teeth and desperate, angry tongue, tasting of expensive whiskey and dark intent. I tried to turn my head, to bite, to fight, but he caught my wrists in one of his large hands, pinning them above my head with an effortless strength that made me feel terrif
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