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Right behind him was Dante.

Chapter 39

Camille

My pulse quickened at the sight of Dante’s dark expression before I looked at Kage. After what he’d told me about Dante’s cousins having kidnapped Ava only to be killed by Kage’s own hand, I was pretty sure there was no love lost between these two.

Kage glared at Dante, but Dante ignored him. “You missed our meeting,” he said, locking eyes with me.

Oh, hell. “Did I?” I said, working to control my voice. “Sorry. Things have been crazy. I guess the dean told you where I live now.” Or more likely he’d used the tracker to find me.

“That’s right. So let’s talk.”

“Now?” I asked.

“Yes, now.”

The words hung heavily in the air. My gaze bounced between Ty and Kage, who were both staring at me with different expressions in their eyes—Kage, possessiveness; Ty, amusement.

I swallowed. “Alright. Let’s head to your office.”

Dante shook his head. “This isn’t a talk between a counselor and a student, Camille. Let’s go for a walk.”

“She doesn’t have to go anywhere with you,” Kage said mildly, bracing his hands against the surface of the kitchen island.

Dante smiled evilly. “No, but she wants to. And she wants to talk to me.” He glanced at me again, his expression softer than before. “You were just too overwhelmed by recent events and by what I make you feel, weren’t you, Camille?”

Shit, he was right on the money. I hurried to him. “I do want to talk. And a walk works for me.”

Kage scowled. “You want me to come?”

“Camille will be just fine with me, Kage.” He made that sound sexual.

Ty, leaning against the refrigerator, didn't say anything as we left, but his eyes briefly met mine. I sensed disapproval along with smugness, but I refused to let him get to me. Ty could think whatever he wanted. Right now, I had more pressing matters to attend to, like apologizing to Dante for missing our meeting.

As soon as I closed the chateau door behind us, however, Dante pushed me against the wall and kissed me.

Unlike the first time he’d kissed me, he didn’t start soft and slow.

My world narrowed to the press of Dante’s lips against mine, the fierce demand of his mouth consuming all thoughts of resistance. The hard contours of his body pushed me against the cold chateau wall. With a swift move, he hoisted me up, and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, finding the heat and solidity of his body, sending exhilarating thrills through to my core. The wall bit into my back, but the sting was drowned out by the sensation of him grinding into me, the friction sending waves of pleasure racing through my veins.

His hands, large and possessive, slid down my thighs, anchoring me to him, making it impossible to consider anything other than this moment. The taste of him—spicy and intoxicating—flooded my senses. My fingers dug into the silky strands of his hair, pulling him closer. With every grind, every calculated movement, he was staking a claim.

Just like Kage had.

Finally, Dante pulled away, leaving us both gasping for air. “You left the tracker on your phone.”

I heard the relief in his voice. I pushed his hair back from his face. “Yes. But that doesn’t mean part of me isn’t still pissed that you put it there in the first place.”

He grinned. “And the other part?”

“Clearly, my sisters in Feminism 101 would be appalled.”

His eyebrows rose, and he chuckled softly. “Ah, but isn’t there something to be said about consent and choice? I remember a quote about feminism being about giving women the right to choose, even if it means choices others might not agree with.”

I suppressed the grin threatening to spread across my face. “Look at you, quoting feminist ideology. I suppose you get a point for that.”

Slowly, he lowered me to the ground. I staggered slightly, still disoriented from his show of passion. He steadied me, and I took his hand and led him to the pathway that snaked behind the chateau and through the woods.

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