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Then he pulled me against his side, arm around my shoulders, fingers idly tracing patterns on my thigh. “What other languages do you speak?” he asked, out of genuine curiosity.“Spanish, fluent. Mandarin, conversational but not perfect. Arabic… enough to negotiate and understand most business talk. Polish, my father thought it useful for Eastern European deals. And a handful of others, greetings, basic phrases. French, Italian, a little Korean.”He let out a low whistle. “Damn. Impressive.”The warmth in his voice faltered when my own mood shifted. “My father forced me to learn,” I admitted quietly. “Hired tutors from the time I was eight. Different languages every year. Said it made me more valuable… a better bargaining chip.”Dante’s arm tightened around me. He pressed a kiss to my forehead, tender and fierce. “Don’t talk about him.” His voice hardened, just a fraction. “He trained you well, and still underestimated you.” Then, softer, almost to himself: “Bastard.”I heard it. A sma

“Before the punishment begins,” he said, voice low and deliberate, “stand up and take off your clothes. Strip.”My breath caught. Heat bloomed low in my belly, instant and fierce. I was already feeling it, the slow throb between my thighs, the way my nipples had tightened under the soft fabric of his oversized sweater the moment he’d carried me up the stairs.I rose from the edge of the bed on unsteady legs. He didn’t move closer; he simply leaned back against the dresser, arms crossed, watching me with that predatory patience that always made my pulse race.“Keep your eyes on me,” he commanded.I did.I lifted the hem of the sweatshirt, his sweatshirt, and slowly pulled it over my head. The soft cotton dragged across my skin, raising goosebumps. My hair tumbled free, wild around my shoulders. I let the sweater fall to the floor.His gaze never wavered. It roamed, hungry, possessive over my bare shoulders, the swell of my breasts still covered by a thin lace bra, the dip of my waist.