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I got lost in the moment, consumed by the sensations they were arousing in my body. Finally, Dante pushed me to the and I landed with a thud, my breathing heavy. "Hands above your head." He ordered tersely and I immediately obliged, putting my hands above my head. He constrained them with one hand of his, pushing my thighs apart with his knee and settling himself between them. I struggled to force air into my lungs, the hunger in my blood feeling insatiable.

CAMILLA "What do you want Dante?" Ferrante asked. Dante looked at the man with so much malice that he shuddered in fear. "I want his hands because he dared to touch her. I want his tongue because he dated to lie about her" Dante declared. The man gasped and fell to his knees. "Please, I plead for mercy" he begged Dante. Dante ignored him and looked at the others in the room. "I should have your tongues cut off for lying too"

I removed my shirt and I placed it aside, I was only wearing a cropped top underneath as I began to dust thoroughly. While dusting, my hand brushed against the shelf but before it could fall I held onto it, keeping it in it's normal position but then I came across a novel. It was quite dusty and I couldn't read it's contents, I cleaned it and saw the name inscribed "Her submissive and his master". The thoughts of Dante flashed into my head and I smirked while flipping through the pages. "A mother uses her son as her sex toy!" I read the words out loud and I became intruiged to know more.

"What the hell is this doing on the porch?" Dante’s voice cut through the steam of the kitchen. He stood in the doorway, the morning light catching the jagged scar on his jaw. In his left hand, he held a small wooden crate, barely larger than a cigar box. It was tied with a cord of rough hemp. No postage. No return address. Just a heavy, wax seal stamped with the interlocking 'A' that made the air in the room turn to ice.

Dante moved his hands from her waist to her face, his thumbs tracing the curve of her cheekbones with a terrifyingly gentle touch. "I can feel you thinking about the world outside these walls," he murmured, his voice dropping to a seductive, dangerous rasp. "Don't. There is no one else. There is no Arthur. There is no Trust. There is only the rhythm of this house and the weight of my hand on your skin."

Dante's silhouette loomed in the corner of my vision, powerful and unyielding. Dante's chest rumbled with a low, almost imperceptible laugh, a sound that held both amusement and a chilling approval. He walked over to stand behind me, his presence a warm solid weight against my back. His hands, calloused and strong, settled on my shoulders, a possessive gesture that sent a shiver down my spine. The roughness of his palms grounded me, igniting sparks of desire amid the cold calculus of our plot.

Dante’s voice echoed through the silent hall, heavy with a gravity that made the books on the shelves seem to vibrate. “I found more than I was ready to face,” Helena replied, standing up and holding the notebook against her chest. “My surname is in these books, Dante. My mark is on the stones in the forest. Why didn’t you tell me?” Dante walked toward her, his steps heavy and deliberate across the wooden floor. He stopped just a few inches away, the scent of leather and rain enveloping her like a cloak.

JUNIPER. Dante lets go of my hand as soon as we walk into the dining room, and he takes his seat, leaving me standing there like a stranger he picked on the street. “Juni, there you are. Well don't just stand there, sit down!” Adelaide goggles, overly excited, and I know exactly why. I take a seat next to her, my eyes darting to Dante who is busy taking off his coat and handing it to one of the maids.

The scent of cedar, and raw heat rolled off him in waves. Before I could draw another breath, Dante’s hand shot out. His long, thick fingers clamped firmly around my throat, I choked for a second but i still managed to breathe, Dante was holding me pinned with terrifying, effortless dominance. He backed me up until my shoulder blades slammed hard against the hard walls of the room. "You think this is a game?" Dante growled, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly register that vibrated straight through my chest. "You think you're clever, coming into my office, barking at me like you know what you're asking for?"

Dante’s POV Dante’s breath hitched the moment the curse left his mouth. For a second, he froze above her like he was shocked by the way his body reacted. Iris felt the change too. His body was warm, tense, and heavy with a hunger she had never seen in him before. His hand was wrapped around the back of her thigh, and she could feel the tightness in his grip. He held her like he had been starving for her for years and finally lost the little control he had left.