DANTE's POV
I did not want her to be f*****g submissive, I just needed her to listen and that was proving difficult by the day.
It was almost like I was taking one step forward with her and then three steps backward, always back to the spot we started or even farther away.
She just had to f*****g listen to me and trust me, how hard could that be?
I sighed while I watched her dress far away from me, as far as she could be. She wasn’t looking in my direction, she was making it a point to act like I wasn’t in the room which I infuriated me more than I cared to admit.
“You cannot keep doing this, Francesca” I began, hoping to speak some sense into her even now.
When I had come into the room and saw the bathroom door open without her in sight, the panic that had flooded my veins and mind
