Dante POV
I want to rip the mask off and show her who I am, but something inside warns me—she’ll bolt if she knows it’s me. A part of me aches to mend her view of me, yet doing so would reveal my identity.
Maybe I could take her to the building, show her the truth. These thoughts tangle in my mind as we kiss, but I know there’s no easy way to convince her I’m not the monster she believes me to be.
My hand grips her neck, and she lets out a soft whimper into my mouth, pressing her hips higher against me.
“What do you want, little deer?” I murmur against her lips before pulling away to study her face. Her eyes search mine, but she stays silent. She can have anything she desires. I’d spend the entire night with my head between her legs if that’s what she asked for.
Instead, she sighs lou
