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Eleni Warm desire coils between my legs as Dante stares at me, his eyes burning and proof of my disobedience behind me. Part of me wants to run to his bed, to do whatever he asks. The rest of me wants to know how far I can push him. I cross my arms under my boobs, pushing them higher. “Make me.” His gaze turns impossibly darker. “Green if you’re good. Yellow if you need a moment. Red if you need me to stop.” I blink. “What?” He prowls closer. “I’m going to take you apart, El, and I want to hear you scream. We need these words so I know when you’re serious. Repeat them.” “Green if I’m good, yellow if I need a moment, red if I want to stop,” I say, not really understanding but liking the hunger in his voice. “Good.” He smiles. He snatches me and throws me over his shoulder. I don’t e