Dante's POV
I locked the door securely and went into the bathroom in my study. I leaned over the sink and looked at myself in the mirror. My head was spinning and my breath was erratic.
I tried to calm myself down but the thought of Erica lingered in my mind. I saw the softness in her eyes when I asked her to be my Luna. I had the strong inclination that she loved me but that bastard, Lorenzo, was stealing her heart from me. He was the reason why I couldn't have her as my own.
“f**k!"
The throbbing feeling in my pants didn't disappear. It multiplied and I couldn't help it anymore.
I ran my hands under the tap and scooped up some cold water and washed my face.
“That should do the trick."
I did it a few more times and finally, I felt slightly better. I dried my hand and turned to…
