DANTE:
My hand is around her throat before I even realize I’ve moved. I don’t squeeze hard enough to stop her breath, but enough to make her feel the anger sitting in my chest.
"What the f**k do you mean by that, Raven?" I ask in a low growl, vibrating through my palm against her skin.
She doesn’t flinch.
Instead, she just looks at me, letting me know she isn’t scared of me.
Her pulse thrums against my palms.
"You heard me, Dante," she mouths.
"I hate jokes like that," I hiss, my grip tightening just a fraction.
The jealousy in my heart threatens to suffocate me. The thoughts of her with another man drive me crazy.
"Don't test me!" I grit my teeth.
A small, jagged chuckle breaks from her lips.
Watching her play it off provokes me. Is she being serious?
"Who says I’m joking?" sh
