Collateral Kiss
His touch was firm, commanding, guiding her with effortless precision.
Emilia’s heart hammered as their bodies moved together in reluctant harmony. Around them, eyes watched—men calculating, women whispering. She felt the weight of every stare, each one reminding her of Dante’s earlier warning: wolves, all of them.
“You hate this,” Dante observed, his breath brushing her ear as they turned.
“I hate you,” she whispered back.
His chuckle rumbled low in his chest. “Hate is passion, Emilia. Passion means you feel me. That’s enough.”
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