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Dante I study Eleni in the reflection of the chrome elevator doors, nearly salivating. Her breasts are about to burst out of that dress of hers, one tug of a ribbon away from total exposure. And I know she’s not wearing anything under the skirt. I nearly took her in the museum, and again on the street. It would be so easy. But after the past two weeks of everything spinning out of my control, I want to see just how good she’ll be for me and only me. The elevator doors open, and she starts to step out. “Where are you going, pet?” I ask, low and dangerous. She freezes. “The room?” “Did I tell you to move?” I sweep my gaze over her body. She shakes her head. “Sorry, sir.” I wait three heartbeats. “Let’s go.” The hunger that burns through me when she follows a step behind me the whole
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