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He shoves the door open, filling the space with his massive body so I can see nothing beyond him.

“Your boss would like to be advised on whether it’s safe to fuck me hard and deep,” Brynne says, and I fight a grin as one of the men across from me rolls his eyes and laughs.

The man I now know as Dante laughs, and there’s so much innuendo in his tone that I can almost feel its fingers rake up my inner thighs.

“Daddy has my permission,” he says, and I nearly buckle to the floor in a puddle.

His voice is deep and graveled; something in it tells you he’s seen the darkest parts of the world and lived, and I want nothing more than to hear him crying my name.

Stop! You can’t sleep with him.

It surely would complicate things, though Brynne knew how I was when she brought me into this life. She even told me I’d have my pick of men willing to warm my bed for the night. That I’d practically have them lining the halls.

I’ve never been good with commitment, not after watching my parents ruin a marriage of thirty-odd years after my dad took my mother nearly into poverty and cheated on her with a tramp from his company.

I love sex. I love to feel the touch of a man on me, but I can’t let them stay. Not in my bed. Not in my life.

The longer I stand by the door, listening to the moans and heated words between Brynne and Ardesia, I feel flush covering my body, my nipples pebbling to brush against the soft fabric cupping them.

My thighs press together in an attempt to hide how wet I am, and finally, I break.

“I need a moment. Please, excuse me,” I say to the Ricci men, who give an answering chuckle as I make my way upstairs to the room I’ve been using as mine and slam the door.

Dropping the iPad onto the bed, I rush into the bathroom and give myself a look of disappointment in the mirror as I splash water on my face.

“Get it together,” I tell myself, patting the water off with a hand towel.

I don’t hear him come in. He’s the epitome of stealth and covertness you’d expect from the Grim Reaper’s enforcer. Even though Brynne spoke about Dante with kindness when she told me about the people in Ardesia’s life she’d met, I don’t see a kind thing on his face when he steps into my bathroom and pins me to the sink basin.

“You got it together yet?” His words sink into my brain, echoing what I’d just told myself a moment ago.

How long has he been in here?

He would’ve had to immediately follow me up here to have heard…

“You’re flushed.” He towers over the back of me, placing his hands beside mine on the basin, caging me in with his size.

My heart only speeds like the needy slut she is.

“It’s hot. We’re in Florida,” I toss back, pressing my back into him to get him to move away, but he only groans and leans his face down, skimming it up my neck as he breathes in my scent.

I began wearing a pheromone perfume a couple of months ago after seeing it in an advertisement. It mixes with my body’s chemical makeup and enhances my natural scent while adding the subtlest perfume.

“Fuck, you smell good, minaccia,” he says.

The graveled tone of his voice makes wetness creep into my panties, and I know I’m thoroughly fucked.

I flick my eyes towards the ceiling, cursing all that’s holy for creating Dante Ricci and setting him in my path because he feels like more than I’ve ever gone up against.

He just feels like more.

CHAPTER THREE

DANTE

Her blonde hair is tucked up into a sinful little number I’d love to tousle, and her blue eyes are darkening as the moments pass and lust leaks into them, but her fucking scent is something out of this world.

“Don’t call me things in a language I don’t understand,” she says.

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