Dario's Pov
I’d agreed.
Against every possessive, ruthless instinct I had—I’d f*****g agreed.
She’d pleaded, argued, smiled that goddamn smile, and I—like the i***t I was turning into around her—had said yes.
One night.
With Maya.
Frat party.
No big deal.
She had promised to behave.
She didn’t say anything about looking like sin wrapped in silk.
The moment I saw her step out of her bedroom, all air left the room.
Her hair was curled loose, framing her face like a halo that clashed hard against the way she looked in that black mini dress. It was short—too short. Tight. Held up by straps that looked one tug away from snapping. Her skin glowed against the fabric, legs bare, heels high enough to make me question if she was trying to kill me slowly.
She hadn’t seen me yet. She was
