Luna POV
Dante carries me out of the room and into the elevator, his body pinning mine against the cold wall. I can’t help the smirk tugging at my lips. He’s so focused, so determined. He has no idea what’s about to happen.
As we descend, I wiggle slightly, testing his grip. His eyes narrow in suspicion, but I smile sweetly up at him. My hands slide down his body, teasingly slow, until I reach the bulge of his c**k. His breath hitches, and I know I have him exactly where I want him. Biting my lip, I glance up at him through my lashes, letting my fingers brush over him. The ding of the elevator signals my chance. In a flash, I punch him in the stomach, and before he can react, I bolt.
I rush out of the elevator and into the nearest room, throwing the door open and darting through. Behind
