Lia's POV"Training? What kind of training?" I closed my eyes, sighed, ran my fingers through my hair, and muttered to myself, "What the hell did you get yourself into this time, Lia?"Dante stood there, looking down at me, that spark in his eyes never leaving. "You'll get what's rightfully yours—fortune, prestige, men at your beck and call, no matter how many you fancy."Then he leaned in, his face close enough that I could feel his cold, fresh breath as he spoke. "But first, you help me. Then I help you claim everything that's yours."I froze in place, caught in his stare, mesmerized by those fiery eyes. Heat rushed up my cheeks.Dante smirked, amused. But before I could evade it, he grabbed my neck and kissed me—hard. Torrid.Phlak! I slapped him. Hard. I gasped for air like a fish gasping out of the water.He wiped the red mark on his cheek with the back of his palm, his forearm flexing under the rolled-up sleeves of his pullover. "That's what this training is also for. You need t
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