“Efficient to give another torture,” I said. He smiled and looking at me, opened the door and walked away.
I leaned back and yet his odor lingered on my bed. That intoxicating combination of costly cologne, leather, something unmistakably masculine that was his alone. I caught up the fabric before I could help myself, and sniffed, letting it fill my senses, and was lost in the comfort of it.
then the truth struck me with a physical blow.
I got myself up, and threw aside the sheet like a burning paper. “What am I doing?” This was a trap and I was not going to fall into it. Whatever game Dante was playing, what perverted mental battle he had arranged, I will not be another of his victims who succumbed to the pressure of his cruelty mingled with tenderness.
I went into the shower and turn
