He suddenly kissed me, I wasn’t expecting the kiss. I kiss him back. Dante's mouth left mine, the kiss abruptly breaking, leaving a void where his possessive heat had been. The engine, still dormant, seemed to mock the roaring in my ears. The Mercedes’ luxurious interior, moments before a charged, intimate space, now felt confining, the plush leather a stark reminder of my captive state. My breath came in short, ragged gasps, my body thrumming with a residual ache, a confusing blend of exhilaration and the lingering sting of betrayal. My hands clenched on his shoulders, the muscles beneath my fingers tight and unyielding. Was this it? Was this the reward? A brutal claim in the sterile confines of a car, after surviving a man’s execution?My gaze met his, searching for something in the dark depths of his eyes, perhaps understanding, perhaps pity, perhaps even… tenderness. But all I found was possession, a fierce, unwavering ownership that both terrified and, in some dark, twisted cor
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