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The Kiss That Can’t Be Ignored
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Dante's control tightens as the shift occurs.I ought to have gone.I promised myself that I would.However, Dante's voice interrupted me as soon as I reached for my jacket."Go away."I squinted as I turned. "Pardon me?"As if he had not just given me instructions, Dante leaned against the kitchen counter and sipped his coffee.As if he had not made the decision for me.As if he knew I would comply.With ease, he put down his cup and said, "You are not going anywhere."I sneered. "You do not own me, as far as I can tell."Dante grinned. "Do not I?"My heartbeat quickened.Because what is the worst?I had no idea how to respond to that.Dante pushed off the counter and took slow, methodical steps toward me.I ought to have retreated.However, I didn't.Because I was curious to see what he would say next.I already knew something.I could feel the warmth radiating from his body as he stopped directly in front of me.And then—his fingers touched my jaw.Gentle. Too supple."You believe
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