Serafina
The gown clung to me like sin. Midnight silk, slit high on one thigh, the neckline dipping just enough to tempt without giving. Diamonds glittered at my ears and around my throat, cold against overheated skin.
When I turned from the mirror, Dante was already watching me. He leaned against the frame of the window, his tux jacket draped over one arm, cuffs undone. His gaze dragged down me in a slow sweep that stole the air from my chest.
“You look stunning,” he said.
It wasn’t casual. It was rough, like the words scraped on the way out.
Heat shot through me, equal parts pride and challenge. “Don’t sound so surprised.”
His mouth twitched, but his eyes didn’t soften. He crossed the room in three strides, his hand sliding to the curve of my waist, pulling me flush against h
