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Dante stood up, his eyes locked onto mine as he began to unbuckle his belt. The metallic clink of the buckle and the slow, deliberate way he pulled it free sent a shiver down my spine.
He hovered over me, his presence dominating the room. With a swift motion, he grabbed my wrists and tied them securely above my head to the headboard. My breath hitched, a whimper escaping my lips as I felt the cool leather against my skin.
My eyes widened as he leaned down, his fingers gripping the fabric of my dress. In one fluid motion, he tore it apart, the sound of ripping fabric mingling with my soft gasp.
I laid beneath him, clad only in a black lace bra, my bare skin exposed to his hungry gaze. My cheeks flushed a deep red, a mix of embarrassment and arousal coursing through m
