DANTE'S POV
All through the day, I hadn't been able to get her out of my mind.
She was like an addiction. One that was growing worse, fast. The first time I let myself fall into that temptation of f*****g her, I deluded myself into believing it was nothing more than mere curiosity. The reaction of seeing her masturbate.
The usual lust of wanting to know what a woman tasted like.
I usually lost interest after tasting the first time, which only left me confused. Why did I do it a second time in my study?
I wasn’t sure what the reason was. Or maybe I was, but was just too scared to admit it.
And that was another problem. I was hardly scared of anything. I could count the things that frightened me, and they were few. The very things that had the power to control me.
I was scared of
