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Dante's POVDesire raced through me like wildfire. My cock strained against my pants, already hard from the memory of this morning. How her tongue wrapped around me, stroking, taking me deeper, sucking until I could barely breathe.And now the way she was looking at me again, like she wanted to devour me and run from me at the same time, sent a fresh surge of heat tearing through me.Unable to hold back, I caught her wrist, my hand closing fully around it. Her pulse hammered against my thumb. I pulled her hand down and pressed it directly against my cock.The moment her palm touched me, I nearly lost it.Her hand felt impossibly soft even through my pants. Warm and small and perfect. The pressure shot straight through my body, pleasure ripping up my spine. I hardened even more under her touch, swelling until the fabric felt ready to tear."This is what I had to endure," I gritted through clenched teeth. "And I have every intention of making you finish what you started."Her eyes lit u

Dante's POV"Make you what, baby? Cum?" I pressed her fingertip just barely inside, enough to make her gasp but nowhere near enough to satisfy. "I could do that. I could make you come so hard you would see stars. But you know what I want to hear first."Her lips trembled as she bit her lip, fighting herself, fighting me, fighting the desperate need consuming her."Still being stubborn," I observed, pulling her finger free. "Even when your pussy is crying for me. Even when you are so close to breaking you can taste it.""Dante." Her voice hitched, raw and needy, and I could feel every tremor of her body answering me."I can see it, you know." I held her hand still, making her wait, making her ache. "I can see how badly you need this. How your thighs are trembling. How your breathing is all over the place. How you keep grinding against your own hand like it could ever be enough.""It's not.""It's not enough," I agreed, voice low and dark. "It will never be enough. Because it is not my

Dante's POV"An idea?" I leaned back in my chair, trying to look casual even though I was curious about whatever she was about to suggest."Instead of having her come here tomorrow," she said, circling around the desk slowly, "Ariel and I could go to the designer’s store together. We could both choose the dress. Make it a bonding day."Before she could get too close, I pulled back. Every protective instinct I had roared awake. My body went rigid."No.""Dante, listen…""I said no, Gianna."She did not back down. Of course she did not. Stubborn woman."If we are going to get along, we need to spend time together."She closed the distance in one determined step, standing between my legs and forcing my eyes up to her. Having her that close did things to me I did not want to deal with. Her scent, the warmth of her skin, the way her dress framed her curves. Every part of me reacted at once, heat shooting through my veins."And shopping for dresses sounds like something she would enjoy. She

Gianna's POVI stood in front of the three-way mirror, studying my reflection as the designer's assistant adjusted the pins in my hair. The boutique was elegant, with cream walls. The kind of place that screamed old money and exclusivity.My body buzzed with nerves.Not just about dress shopping. About what had to happen first.Through the mirror, I could see Arielle sitting on one of the velvet chairs behind me, her hands folded in her lap. She looked nervous too. Good. At least I wasn't the only one.Dante stood by the window, phone pressed to his ear, speaking in rapid Italian. Even from here, I could see the tension in his shoulders. His men were positioned throughout the boutique, Bruno by the door, two more outside, and I'd spotted at least one on the rooftop across the street when we'd arrived.Overkill, maybe. But I understood it now, after what he'd told me about the kidnapping."Miss Deluca?" The assistant smiled at me. "We're ready whenever you are."I blinked, momentarily

Gianna's POV"Dante, I'm serious…" My voice came out breathy, already betraying the effect he had on me."You've been in here for over two hours, pretty doll," he said. He kept coming, and I found myself backing up instinctively until I hit the mirror, the cool glass pressing against my bare shoulders, sending a shiver down my spine. "I got impatient.""Where's Arielle? If she comes back and sees you…""She's safe in the bathroom. Bruno's standing guard like his life depends on it." His eyes never left mine as he prowled closer, eating up the distance between us. "Which it does. I had to seize this moment."My heart was pounding now, a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I could feel the heat of him even though he wasn't touching me yet, could smell his cologne, that dark, expensive scent of musk and cedar that always made me dizzy. "You left your daughter to come spy on me?""I left my daughter in the most secure bathroom in the city to come see my future wife." He stopped just in front