Chapter 32

*Dante* I fisted my arms beside me, resisting the urge to touch her. She’d played me like the strings of a guitar, summoning me to her room. My palm itched with the urge to punish her, let her know who was in charge. I did the commanding, however subtle, not the other way around. Never the other way around. Letting her see the anger in my gaze I leaned in until our noses were almost brushing against each other. My words were harsh whispers. “What does it look like?” She held my gaze for a second before dipping it down. A strangled groan left my throat at the look of desire in her eyes. I knew exactly what she was staring at.