SERENA
It’s hard not to flinch at the words he says, but somehow, I manage.
Looking down my body, I realize that the scratches on my legs look like they have been cleaned. When did that happen?
Dante clears his throat, and his impatient eyes are on me. I know it even though I’m not looking at him. I can feel them piercing into my flesh, branding me, watching my shaky movements. Pressing my
lips together, I dip my fingers into the waistband of my panties and push them down my legs. I feel like I’m signing my own death certificate with the motion. Naked, he could easily take from me. He could steal my virtue, not that I think clothes would stop him, but they’re another barrier, a security blanket.
Crossing an arm over my chest, I cover my boobs and use my other hand to cover the space b
