I can’t believe what just came out of my mouth. I just asked Dante to make me his.
No. No. I’ve completely lost my f*****g mind. I’m supposed to be thinking about running away from him, not begging him to claim me like some desperate, lovesick i***t.
He doesn’t move, just stares at me, those mesmerizing gray eyes locked onto mine like he’s trying to peel away my thoughts one layer at a time.
"You don’t know what you’re asking for, baby." His voice is quiet, deep, controlled…but there’s something dark underneath. "I don’t think you understand the gravity of your words."
Oh, for f**k’s sake. Why is he being so dramatic? I asked him to f**k me, not steal my soul and bind it to some ancient blood ritual.
We stay like that, locked in a silent battle, his gaze so intense it makes my skin p
