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My hand stung from the slap, but Dante was grinning. I stared at him in disbelief, rolling my eyes before storming to the car.
I couldn’t believe him. The audacity he had to f*****g kill me without my consent. I don’t tolerate such nonsense.
I got in the car and slammed the door shut, my anger palpable. I crossed my arms agaisnt my chest, not in the mood to have any conversation about what he just did. He followed, sliding into the driver’s seat, and started the engine.
I stared out of the window, my jaw set tight. I could feel his eyes lingering at me for a few seconds before looking away. His frustration and desire warring within him making me somewhat satisfied.
He started the car and rode the car on the road. The atmosphere was intense within us and I was bur
