A dangerous mistake
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đź“– Chapter 5: A Dangerous Mistake
I shouldn’t have told him.
The moment I said her name, I regretted it.
“Chloe,” I muttered, avoiding his gaze. “Her name is Chloe.”
Silence.
Heavy.
I didn’t need to look up to know something had changed.
“Where?” Dante asked.
My head snapped up. “What?”
“Where does she usually find you?”
My heart skipped. “Dante, no. You’re not doing anything.”
His expression didn’t change.
Which was worse.
“It’s just school drama,” I added quickly. “I can handle it.”
“You won’t have to.”
The way he said it sent a chill through me.
“I mean it,” I stepped closer, my voice firm. “Stay out of it.”
For a moment, we just stared at each other.
Then—
A loud noise came from outside.
Voices.
Footsteps.
Dante’s head turned instantly, his body going alert.
Before I could react, he grabbed my wrist—
And pulled me.
Hard.
I stumbled forward, crashing into him.
My hands pressed against his chest.
Warm. Solid.
Too close.
My breath caught.
“Stay still,” he whispered.
I froze.
His hand was still around my wrist.
The other… resting lightly on my waist.
Too naturally.
Too comfortably.
The voices outside got louder.
Closer.
I barely noticed.
Because all I could feel—
Was him.
His breath near mine.
His gaze locked on my face.
Slowly…
My eyes dropped to his lips.
A mistake.
A very dangerous mistake.
Because when I looked back up—
He was already watching me.
And this time…
There was no coldness.
No distance.
Just something dark.
Something intense.
Something that made my heart race in a way that had nothing to do with fear.
“Liana…” he said quietly.
My name had never sounded like that before.
Soft.
But heavy.
Like it meant something.
“I didn’t mean to—” I started.
But I moved at the same time.
So did he.
And suddenly—
Our lips brushed.
Just slightly.
Barely even a kiss.
But enough.
Enough to make everything stop.
My breath caught instantly.
So did his.
For a second, neither of us moved.
Like we were both deciding whether this was a mistake…
Or something else.
Then his hand tightened slightly on my waist.
And everything changed.
The air grew heavier.
Hotter.
His gaze darkened.
And before I could pull away—
He kissed me.
For real this time.
Slow.
Deep.
Like he had been holding back… and finally stopped.
My mind went blank.
I should have pushed him away.
I should have stopped this.
But I didn’t.
Instead, my fingers tightened slightly against his shirt.
And that was all the permission he needed.
The kiss deepened.
Dangerous.
Consuming.
The kind of kiss that didn’t ask questions.
That didn’t care about consequences.
That just… took.
When he finally pulled back, my breathing was uneven.
My heart racing.
My thoughts a mess.
“What was that?” I whispered.
Big mistake.
Because the way he looked at me after that—
There was no hesitation.
No confusion.
Just certainty.
“You,” he said.
My breath hitched.
“What?”
His hand moved slightly, still resting at my waist.
Possessive.
Intentional.
“I told you before,” he continued quietly. “I don’t let people touch what’s mine.”
“I’m not—” I started, but my voice wasn’t steady anymore.
“You are,” he said.
Simple.
Certain.
Terrifying.
“And now,” his gaze dropped briefly to my lips before returning to my eyes, “you’ve made it worse.”
My heart pounded.
“How?”
His lips curved slightly.
Dangerously.
“Now I have a reason.”
A chill ran down my spine.
“A reason for what?” I asked softly.
He leaned closer.
Just enough to make my breath catch again.
“To keep you.”
Silence.
My mind struggled to catch up.
“Dante…” I whispered.
“You’re mine, Liana,” he said, his voice low but firm. “Be my woman.”
The words hit me like a shock.
My heart skipped.
My thoughts spiraled.
This was insane.
Too fast.
Too much.
Too dangerous.
And yet…
I couldn’t ignore the way my heart was reacting.
Or the way part of me didn’t want to say no.
“I…” I hesitated.
His eyes didn’t leave mine.
Waiting.
Watching.
Certain.
And in that moment—
I realized something terrifying.
This wasn’t just a kiss.
It wasn’t just attraction.
It was the beginning of something I might not be able to escape.
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