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alculating eyes flicked over me, and his lips quirked into a tight, unreadable smile. There was no warmth in his gaze

ed next, I was powerless to stop it. His reputation alone sent ripples of fear through anyone who dare

d the words out, my voice trembling des

of his gaze on my skin, tracing every curve, every inch of me. The sensation made me uncomfortable, but t

said, his voice low and controlled. "You belong

e, like I had no say in the matter, like I was already his. The cold, ruthless certainty in

" I said, meeting his gaze with d

g slightly. He wasn't angry. He wasn't e

said quietly, almos

forming, whether I wanted it to or not. It was like an invisible thread, pulling me closer to him, tig

is way to the door. "Get rea

ed. "Fo

enough," he replied

so cold, so detached, yet there was a strange tension between us, something I couldn't quite explain. I felt it

never admi

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rs. Her defiance was expected, but it didn't make it any easier to stomach. She was supposed to

ns, well-laid and precise, but Amara was a complication I hadn't anticipat

ire whenever she spoke. I had seen that same fire in others before, but i

ts. Now wasn't the time for distrac

ldn't let myself get sidetracked. Amara was a tool for revenge, nothing more

and. She would be mine, w

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uldn't focus. The anticipation of whatever Dante had planned gnawed at me

tay here. No

or. I stood up, pacing again, unable to keep still. I couldn't let Dante s

aped into my throat. Dante stepped inside, h

nreadable. They were large, muscular, and exuded an

ion unreadable. "Get dressed," he sa

eated, my mind r

me cryptic smile tugging at the corner of

t the way he said it made me hesitate. There was

ped forward, holding a black dress in his h

nfusion flooding my m

as intense, unwavering. He w

something in his presence made me f

the bathroom. The fabric was smooth against my skin, a deep, d

lanned, but I had a feeling it

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ull between us, the tension that had been building since the moment I

was abou

n I made, had led me here. Amara was a means to an end, a pawn in a

There was something about he

lear. I couldn't allow anythin

spite the unease that radiated off her. The dress fit her perfectly, clinging to

hough I could feel the undercurrent

sn't giving in, and I couldn't decide wheth

fly. "Let's get

motions she stirred in me. There was no room for them. The night ahead