Kavy's breath hitched as she stared into Dante's unrelenting gaze. The hunger inside her was no longer a whisper—it was a roar, a force so strong it shook her to her core.
She wanted to fight. She wanted to claw her way back to the life she once had.
But that life was gone.
The moment his teeth had sunk into her skin, the moment his presence had wrapped around her like chains—everything had changed.
"Say it," Dante murmured, stepping closer. "Say you feel it."
Kavy's fingers curled into fists at her sides, her nails biting into her palms.
She didn't want to give him the satisfaction.
Didn't want to admit what he already knew.
But the fire in her blood was unbearable, the ache beneath her skin a relentless torment.
"I feel it," she finally whispered, her voice breaking.
Dante exhaled, something dangerous flickering in his eyes. "Good girl."
A shudder ripped through her at those words, at the approval in his voice. She hated that it affected her.
Hated that his praise sent a pulse of heat through her veins.
"You think this changes anything?" she forced out. "I still hate you."
Dante smirked. "That's cute, Kavy. But we both know hate and desire are two sides of the same coin."
She sucked in a breath, shaking her head. "You're a monster."
"And yet, you're standing here with me."
Her entire body was trembling now, but it wasn't from fear.
It was from the hunger.
The need.
The undeniable truth that no matter how much she resisted—
She belonged to him.