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Whether I liked her or not, Vivian was my fiancée, and I was getting damn tired of hearing her name leave his mouth.
“You forget.” I pressed my fingers against her nape, forcing her to look up at me. “You’re my fiancée. Not Kai’s. Not anyone else’s. I don’t give a fuck how handsome they are or what type of accent they have. You’re mine, and no one…” I dipped my head, my lips brushing hers with each word. “Touches what’s mine.”
“How does he look at me?” Janis smiled. “Like he never wants to look away.”
“I hate the idea of you touching anyone else, or anyone else touching you. I hate that other people can make you laugh in a way I can’t. I hate how I feel around you, like you’re the only person that can make me lose control when I. Don’t. Lose. Control.”
“Because you’re mine.” His teeth scored my neck. “You wear my ring. You’ve come on my face and hand. You live in my head all the fucking time, even if I don’t want you to...” His palm slid to my hip, where his fingers dug grooves into my skin. “And God, I want to punish you for driving me so damn crazy. Every. Single. Day.”
“I’m the only one who gets to see you like this.” His voice turned harsh. “You”—thrust—”are”—thrust—”my”—thrust—”wife.”
It felt like hope. It felt like desire. It felt like ruin and salvation all in one.
“You can’t see the stars in New York,” Dante said. “So I brought the stars to you.”
“You’ve been gone less than a week and I already feel like I’ve spent an eternity in hell.”
“I love you, Vivian. More than I could ever hate your father. And more than I ever thought I was capable of.”
I loved the way his smiles peeked through his scowls. I loved how he kissed my shoulder every morning when I woke up. I loved his humor and intelligence, his strength and vulnerability, his thoughtfulness and ambition. But just because I loved him didn’t mean I trusted him or myself.
“Like kiss the hell out of her in front of two hundred and fifty people, propriety be damned.” Dante captured my mouth in a proper kiss, and the party, the music, the guests…they were all gone, obliterated by the heat of his touch. It seeped into my chest and my veins, filling me with warmth from the inside out. The type that existed only when you reached the end of a long journey…and found home.
