[Dante]
The hotel door slammed shut behind us and in three long strides, I was already beside the bed.
I tossed the woman down and she landed with a soft bounce, breath-catching, eyes wide—but not afraid. No. She was looking at me like I was the only thing in the room worth breathing for.
Her gaze clung to mine, slightly unfocused from the alcohol, but there was no mistaking the hunger in it. The invitation.
I started undoing the buttons of my shirt, one by one, slowly—never breaking eye contact. "You're not going to run this time, are you?" I asked, shrugging off my coat and letting it fall to the floor with a muffled thud.
She didn't answer with words. She didn't need to.
The corner of her mouth curved into something sly. And then her hands were in my hair the moment I set one knee
