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The Fallout: A Change Has OccurredThere was silence on the drive back.Completely relaxed, Dante sat next to me, tapping his thigh with one hand while resting the other languidly on the steering wheel.As if nothing had occurred.As if I had not just demonstrated my ownership of him with blood on my hands.I pressed my fingers to my knee.I should have been ill. This steady, quiet hum in my chest should have been something else.But his voice in my ear was all I could think about."Well done, boy."I forced myself to swallow while attempting to ignore the heat that was still permeating my body and gazing out the window.I was becoming less of myself.What is the worst?I did not give a damn.The Penthouse: An Alternative Form of StressI thought he would return to work as soon as we entered.to check his phone, pour himself a drink, and pretend nothing had happened.He turned to me instead.And he simply looked for the first time.It is not as though he was planning my next move.He
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The Club: An Error That Must Have Been AvoidedThe club was full.The deep bass vibrated through the floor as the music blasted. The dimly lit VIP lounge smelled of expensive whiskey and smoke curled from cigars.Although Dante sat next to me with a relaxed posture, it was impossible to ignore him.He was the one being watched, even in a packed room.The one they were afraid of.And I was seated directly beside him.His.Here, everyone was aware of it.However, it seems that someone missed the fucking message.A hand touched my lower back as I was standing close to the bar, sipping my drink.I instantly tensed up.Then a voice, confident, smooth, and completely fucking naive."You appear tense," the man whispered. "I will take care of that."I let out a sharp breath, suppressing the urge to break his wrist right away.I turned instead, squinting at the stranger.tall. Nicely attired. And incredibly foolish.I took a step back to give us some distance. "I am not interested."Clearly un
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The Repercussions: Captured in His GravityIt was too quiet in the room.That sort of quiet that was like a warning.My heart was still racing from the events at the club when I stood in the centre of Dante's penthouse.based on how he had seized the man's throat.based on the way he had publicly kissed me.based on how I had allowed him.As if he had endless time, Dante leaned against the bar and rolled up his sleeves with deliberate slowness.As if my whole body did not still burn because of him.I tightened my jaw. "That overreaction was fucking ridiculous."Dante poured himself a drink and grinned. "Was it?"I sneered. "You almost killed him."Dante sipped his whisky and let out a slow exhale. "He touched my property."My breath caught.Because it was there.Just one damn word.mine.Dante put down his glass and fixed me with his dark eyes."You are not fond of it?" He whispered. "So why did you not stop me?"My throat became suddenly dry as I swallowed forcefully. "I—"Dante's he
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The Following Morning: A Perilous RealityIt was warm when I woke up.He was hotter than the blankets.Dante.His body pressed against mine as if he had no intention of letting go, his arm slung over my waist, his breath steady against my shoulder.As if he would already decided I was welcome here.I was his property.My heart was beating too quickly as I swallowed forcefully and looked up at the ceiling.Because of the truth?I had no desire to relocate.did not want to back off.did not want to consider the implications of this.Because the instant I—I would have to acknowledge that.I was not prepared for that, either.Dante is not yet finished.I tried to put some distance between us by shifting a little.An error.Dante tightened his hold on my waist and made a low, groaning sound of protest before opening his eyes.Fuck.I never saw him like this before.Dark hair a little untidy, eyes a little softer than normal, a sleep-rough voice.Not the untouchable king of the mafia.Just
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The Repercussions: A Risky IdeaI should have left as soon as we returned to the penthouse.I should have told him to go to hell, slammed the door behind me, and made it obvious that I was not his property.However, I didn't.Because I knew in my heart.He already had me.Worse?He was also aware of it.Luca's Final Battle EffortWith my mind a complete mess and my heart still racing from the events at the poker table, I paced the living room.I had been kissed by Dante.in the public eye.had ensured that everyone in the city knew I was his.With a sharp exhale, I combed through my hair. "You were not entitled."Standing by the bar, pouring himself a drink, Dante laughed. "Did I not?"I glared as I turned. "You believe you can simply assert me in that manner? As if I were some kind of fucking property?Dante sipped his whisky without a care in the world. "That is precisely who you are."I gasped. Fuck.Because what is the worst?That is what I wanted to happen.I tightened my jaw. "I
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A Sign Too Large to Ignore: The Weight of a RingThis was not how it was intended to feel.It was only a ring.It was just a piece of expensive, subtle metal that was chained around my finger.The cool weight of it taunted me as I absently turned it over.Because this was not a gift at all.It was a brand.A reminder that I was claimed by Dante.that I was his forever, not just his property.What is the worst?I had not removed it.I did not leave the bedroom. Not while I was taking a shower. Not while I was sitting at the bar feigning that nothing had changed from the previous evening.I tightened my jaw.Fuck.There is no room for denial under Dante's control.Before I could see him, I could hear his footsteps.Slow. steady. total control.Then his voice, knowing and smooth."You still have it on."I let out a sharp exhale without raising my gaze. "Do not take it too seriously."With a low, contented laugh, Dante laughed."That is too late."Against my will, my pulse spiked as I fin
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The Words' Weight: What Have I Done?I ought not to have said it.I should not have let him hear me say, "I am yours," and I should not have let it slip.Because right now?There was no turning back now.My pulse was too quick, and my knuckles were white as I held onto the counter's edge.Behind me, Dante was still standing, close but not in contact.As if he was in anticipation.As if he knew I was going to snap.Staring at the ring on my finger, the evidence of what I had just given up, I swallowed hard.I had lost my freedom.I was not mine.What is the worst?I had no desire to be.Fuck.Dante Allows Me Some Space, But Not EnoughDante moved, but not in my direction.Just enough so that I could sense his steady, unflinching presence.He whispered, "You are thinking too much."With a rough voice, I scoffed. "Yes? What else am I supposed to do, anyway?Dante let out a calm, slow breath as if he had been ready for this."Do you think this makes a difference?" he enquired.I stiffened
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