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The more we wrestle, the more annoyed I get and the harder he gets between my legs.

Finally, he flips me over. “That’s it. You don’t want to stop wiggling and listen. You’ll learn how to behave yourself when you’re told.”

“Like fucking hell I will,” I squeal as he tugs my leggings down and bares my ass to the cold air in the room.

“Dante Ricci, I swear to God, if you…”

I don’t get to finish my threat because his hand connects with my ass, cracking pain left in its wake as he keeps it in place, letting the sting settle in before he rears back to do it again.

“Dante!”

CHAPTER SEVEN

DANTE

Itold myself I was going to leave her alone. I lectured myself on what not to do the entire way over here. As I look down at her bare ass, reddening by the second as I spank her again, I realize this is definitely not on the list of approved guard duties.

She’s stopped wiggling by the third time I spank her.

“You’re infuriating, you know that? I can’t stand who I become with you, and yet I’m becoming addicted to being near you,” I admit, realizing that she’s arched her ass off the bed in preparation for the next time I let my hand crack across her ass.

I don’t know what to do with the knowledge.

“No,” she breathes, and the cadence in her breathing has my heart thumping wildly, “you’re infuriating, Dante. I tell you that I can’t be more, yet here you are. You say you want to be friends, but why is your cock hard? Why are you spanking me?”

She’s breathless and it only makes me harder.

I backhand her ass, watching the globes wave and hearing the little gasp she tries to hold back and fails.

I replace her pants over her chaffed ass, bending over her body and tickling my lips over her ear. “I can’t control myself around you. I told myself I’d stay away from you, yet here I am.”

She turns her face, throwing me off, but I don’t move.

Her lips part, her sweet breath brushing over my lips.

“You need to go, Dante,” she breathes, and a dangerous vibe spikes between us. I lean into her, connecting our foreheads as both our breathing shallows.

“I know.”

“So go.”

Rejection ambles in my chest, but I try to ignore the sting. I move off her, stopping at the door to look back as she lets her face fall into the mattress.

Half of me wonders if tears are sinking into the fabric beneath her face, but she doesn’t want me near her. I know she doesn’t want me here to see her cry.

“I’m sorry,” I say on my way out, knowing it’s not enough to make up for how I acted.

I can’t control myself and hate admitting it, even to myself.

When I step back into the hall, slamming the door behind me, I’m inwardly kicking myself for how I acted.

She makes me fucking crazy, and I don’t know how to control myself around her.

I’ve got to get myself in check before I ruin us both.

It had only beenan hour since my run-in with Alyssa when Ardesia called on my cell.

I don’t know if he knows what’s going on between us or what’s happened. I know Alyssa tells Brynne everything, however, so this conversation might be awkward as fuck.

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