But it’s as if I’m no longer in charge of my own responses.
“Stand for me.”His voice is a command, but his tone is gentle.
As always, his contradictions undo my resolve.
His other hand joins the first, encircling my waist, and he lifts me with effortless strength.
Instinctively I press my palms against him for balance as he sets me on my feet.
God, I hate the way his muscles feel—solid and unyielding, a reminder of his physical dominance and the way he’d so effortlessly kidnapped me and undressed me.
As I pull back, my injured foot protests with a dull throb, making me wince.
Dante adjusts me, keeping his grip firm, guiding me toward him until our bodies are flush.
The sudden closeness steals my breath.
His chest is pressed to mine, the hard planes of his body molding to my softer curves.Even through the layers of fabric separating us, the insistent, rigid heat of his erection juts against my abdomen.
I suck in a breath.
“You hate this.”
“Yes.”But a terrible warmth blooms.
Seemingly of their own accord, my hips shift, a tiny movement that brushes against his heat.
Moretti inhales sharply as he tightens his fingers on my waist.He digs in just a little, enough to send pinpricks of sensation radiating outward.
The hardness of him throbs, and I’m helpless to ignore the way it makes my inner muscles clench, even though a voice in my head screams at me to push him away.
This is wrong.
So wrong.
He’s my enemy, my captor.
His friction ignites a fire low in my belly, spreading upward, making my nipples tighten further, scraping against the shirt with every shallow breath.
I tell myself this is a leftover effect from the drug he fed me.
But that’s a lie.
And the bastard grins, as if he knows it.
He continues to look at me with intense eyes.
His pupils are dilated, swallowing the irises until they’re almost black.
There’s hunger there, raw and unfiltered.But it’s swirled with possession that chills me.
“Moretti…” I’m not sure what I’m asking for.
My hands are still on him, and my fingers flex involuntarily.The subtle rise and fall of his breathing syncs with mine.And I don’t attempt to push him away.
“Tell me.”His voice is as urgent as it is commanding.
I shake my head.There’s still a rational human brain buried somewhere deep inside me.
