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I slowly reached up and removed the blindfold from Dante’s eyes, my fingers brushing against his skin as I did. His eyes blinked open, still slightly hazy from the prolonged darkness, and he squinted at the dim light in the room.
When his vision finally adjusted, he saw me sitting on his thighs, my expression a mixture of amusement and desire. My smirk was playful, my eyes filled with mischief, as if I was thoroughly enjoying his torment.
Well. I was enjoying.
His chest heaved with each breath, and his hands, still bound to the headboard, flexed as he watched me. His gaze trailed over me, taking in the sight of me in that black lingerie, the way the fabric hugged my curves, accentuating every line of my body.
His eyes darkened with a mix of frustration and longing
