[Bianca]
Silence.
The slap echoed in my ears long after it landed. My palm stung, but I held my ground—head high, spine straight—while Dante just stared at me.
Not flinching. Not blinking. Just... watching.
I half-expected an explosion. A violent lashing out like Mr. Wentworth would've done. But Dante?
He only tilted his head.
Like he was studying me. Like I had done something unexpected.
My heart thundered in my chest, and I took a step back. But since my mother always told me to keep my head up, I did.
And this man, this vile man who had nothing but s*x and his twisted definition of submission on his mind wasn't going to make me fold.
What the hell was even wrong with him? Was he completely deprived of love as a child? What made him think he couldn't take a different approach i
