The Paper thin Secret
The mahogany desk was cold against my skin, but Dante was a wildfire. He didn't care that a Special Forces soldier was standing exactly six feet away on the other side of the wood. He only cared about reclaiming the territory he thought he was losing. "Dante, stop... he’s right there," I gasped, even as my hands betrayed me, pulling his head closer to my chest. "Let him listen," Dante growled, his voice a dark, vibrating husk. "Let him hear exactly who you belong to." He didn't use his hands to be gentle. He bunched up my skirt, his fingers bruising my thighs as he forced them apart. The staggering length of his arousal was a rigid, pulsing heat against my center, a hard truth that mocked the "protection" Leo thought he had bought. Suddenly, the heavy brass handle of the library door r
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