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The anguish in his tone is hard to ignore. “I miss you, too,” I blurt, needing to spit it at him rather than overthink it.

“Fuck,” he breathes, pressing closer, his forehead resting against mine as he leans down, still holding my face gently, like I’m the thing keeping him from falling.

“This is so hard for me,” I whisper.

“I know,” he whispers back.

It’s the rawest moment I’ve ever had with anyone. Yet, there’s no fear rising in my gut. No worry, tangling a web in my chest.

I close my eyes against the peace his proximity brings and breathe him in, letting the moment of tranquility spread around us like a blanket on a cold winter’s day.

“Dante, I…” He cuts my words off, tipping my face back and crashing his lips to mine.

The kiss is eager and needy. Gentle but violent. My tongue finds his in a storm we’re creating as I wrap my arms around his neck. He lifts me, taking us both to the couch, where he drops, making me straddle him as the kiss grows urgent and overwhelming.

“I don’t care where this goes,” he pants, breaking his lips from mine. “But you just have to let it.”

“Well, I have direct orders from my boss to do just that, so… I kind of have to.”

His smile spreads far and wide on his beautiful face. “Oh, do you, now?”

I nod, licking my lips. Tingling from how he kissed me lingers on them. “I do. And the way I hear it, you have to listen to the boss in this kind of life. If you want to keep your head.”

He nods, reaching up and wrapping his hand around my throat. “What a pity it would be for this head to roll, too.”

I can’t help but let his dominating touch cause my blood to boil. “Dante,” I breathe, elongating my neck in his hand, submitting to the power of him.

“Tesoro.”

I close my eyes as he squeezes my throat. “Fuck, I missed you. Two fucking days without you was like being sentenced to life in hell.”

He uses my throat to pull my face back to his.

“Surprised the Devil would let you back out of hell,” I manage as he grins and tightens his hand.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

I moan, my breathing shallowing by the second. “Men like you rule the underworld alongside him, do they not?”

He laughs, taking my lips in a bruising kiss that I’ll never forget. I’ll take this kiss to the grave with me, along with the feel of his hard cock beneath me.

If he’s the Devil’s Enforcer, I quickly become the powerful demon at his beck and call.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

DANTE

The feel of her on my lap, in my arms, on my lips, is making me forget how pissed off Lorenzo is that I’m not at the warehouse with our prisoner. Fuck the family, and fuck the business. All I want to do is drown in Alyssa.

My phone is vibrating in my pocket relentlessly, and Alyssa breaks from my lips to look down at it.

“Is that a phone in your pocket, or did you bring a toy to play with?”

My laugh overtakes the room as I dig into my pocket and text Lorenzo that I’ll be on my way promptly.

He’s taking this interim boss job a bit too seriously if you ask me.

“As much as I want to say it’s a toy that I mean to tie you up and torture you with for not texting me back, tesoro, it’s duty calling.”

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