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Arianna continues to push down her dress until she is only in her heels, her hips never missing a beat.

She shows me. She shows me everything she did to her pretty pussy that night.

And when she’s done showing me, I give her the pearl necklace that I wanted to give her that day.

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I can still feel it.

The glass window against my body. The way fingers dug into my skin and marked me everywhere he could.

It’s been almost two weeks and I can still feel him pounding into me against the class. As if he was telling people below us that I was his even though they couldn’t see us.

He was claiming me and I loved every single second of it.

I loved everything about the night and every night that has followed.

I’ve loved it, just like I love him.

That was a revelation I came to that night and when he asked me if I cared for him, the three little words almost slipped out.

The thing that shocked me the most though was the fact that I was okay with saying the words. I was okay with telling this man, the man that was a killer and represents everything evil, that I was in love with him.

As much as I wanted to let the words slip out, I held them in. It was the best decision, I didn’t want him to think that I was being a clingy little girl that can’t get her feelings in check.

But after these last two week, I get the feeling that he might feel the same way.

Since our night at the club, things have shifted drastically. We are a lot more open with our relationship, not just leaving things for when we are behind the doors of our bedrooms. There’s a lot more touching and kisses and just being a couple, than there was before.

Not only has there been more displays of affection, Dante seems happier. It's as if he is lighter on his feet and everything I notice, it brings a smile to my face.

And the sex, oh my god the sex. If I thought it was good before, I was fucking wrong.

It’s as if when we finally admitted that we were indeed a couple, that the sex went up ten levels.

I thought Dante was animalistic before, but nothing and I do mean nothing, compares to this. It’s hot, sexy, and fucking amazing.

It’s as if Dante craves sex and I’m all for it.

Now that I think about it, I think we should make a trip to Perversa at least one a month.

I'll bring it up to him, but for now, I have to finish getting ready.

Because tonight is the Lane Gala and I’m a little bit too excited for a night out with my man.

Dante Rosetti is my man.

Shit, never did I think those words would make me so happy to even think.

It’s also a statement that I feel my dad wouldn’t like.

Even if decided to drop my mission of destroying Dante from the inside out, I still think about the fact that my dad and Dante were connected. As much as I want to know the answers to all the question, I don’t have the courage to ask Dante.

I’ve told him my last name. I told him my dad was a cop and he was killed, I’ve told him almost everything.

So why can’t I find the courage to ask him how he knew my father? If he knew who I was when he first saw me? Why can’t I be straight up with him and ask if he was the one that killed him? We’re in a relationship, a couple, these are questions I have a right to ask, so why can’t I?

Because you’re afraid of him telling you that he did it.

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