SERENA
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me.
Dante’s eyes twinkle, and he trails a finger down the side of my face. His touch is nothing more than a caress, but I feel it deep in my soul. “There are no dates. No dinners. No sweet and gentle s*x. There is nothing but hard f*****g, deep and fast with the occasional moan.”
My eyes go so wide, I’m scared they might pop out. What the hell am I supposed to say to that? Is that what he wants from me?
Suddenly him buying me makes more sense. He doesn’t want dates, love, and companionship. He just wants someone for s*x … nothing more, and I’m marrying him. I’m being forced into a marriage that is doomed from the start.
“And they … want that?”
He shrugs. “They’re w****s, and that’s their job, so I suppose so, yeah.” His tone is mocking and annoying me further. He sought out
