"Yes."
The word slipped from my lips before I could stop it. I didn't want to stop it. Staring into the pitch-black depths of Dante's eyes, I surrendered the last lingering ghost of my innocence.
"I loved it," I breathed, my chest rising and falling heavily. "I want more of it."
A primal, predatory sound rumbled in Dante's chest. His hand slid from my jaw to the back of my neck, his fingers twisting into my hair. He didn't ask for permission. He pulled me across the leather seat and crashed his lips down onto mine.
It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was a branding. It was the fierce, undeniable collision of two dark souls making a pact in the shadows. His mouth was demanding, tasting of expensive bourbon and pure, unadulterated power. I gasped, and he took complete control, his other hand gri
