Chapter 53 The Thrill Of Revenge

A young girl’s kiss was always innocent and unpracticed, unlike those experienced women who would boldly tease him the moment their lips met. Dante had grown numb to those encounters, always wondering just how much experience those women had before him. It left a sour taste in his mouth. But this—this was what he liked. A girl so naive and unspoiled, with no idea what she was doing. He couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to have her completely under him, to take his time savoring her. But for now, it was just a thought. He wouldn’t rush it—he didn’t want to scare off his prey.