RAVEN:
Heat flares in my throat, making it hard to swallow. I turn to face him, my eyes finding his impatient, angry face.
“Wh… what?” I stutter, the word barely escaping my lips.
Dante stands before me, arms crossed over his damp shirt, his brows wrinkled in a hard, uncompromising line. There is no sight of a smile, and I can tell he is serious.
“It… it is not totally my fault. You—”
“Take off your clothes, Raven,” he commands, cutting me short.
His hoarse voice sends a violent jolt straight to my stomach, settling in my core. This makes my body go weak, and all attempt to protest vanishes. My fingers move before I can stop them.
I reach for the hem of my nightwear, pulling it over my head until I’m standing exposed under the dim light of the room.
“Get on the bed. Now.”
I obey,
