There’s no reason for him to hold me down, other than the fact he can. He’s showing me he’s in charge. He could just have easily dropped the pill into a glass of water and forced me to choke it down.
He wants me to see that he is in control.
Moreno holds my jaw open, and Dante, with his single digit, brings the pill into my mouth.
I arch my back struggling to fight Dante, not wanting to take his stupid drug.
With his body pressed tight to mine, all I feel is his heat and smell his savage scent. He’s an animal, and I’m his toy to play with and do with whatever he pleases.
My neck is dipped back, making it easier to swallow, and Dante forces the wet and dissolving pill down before I can spit it out.
I cough and gag. The taste is sour, and it melts in the back of my throat, burning on its way down as I swallow to get rid of the bitterness and tingling sensation.
Dante climbs off my frame and stands, shaking his head. “I was going to let you outside, into the garden. You’ll have to earn your freedom.”
“Freedom?” I sit and push my legs over the side of the bed. “Going outside with guards watching my every move and locked inside your fence isn’t freedom.”
He tightens his lips but doesn’t respond.
Why do I think he would?
Moreno quietly stalks to the bathroom with my empty glass of water and refills it. He brings it back to the bedside table before taking a step back and retreating to the hallway.
He’s wise to leave.
At least he can. I’m stuck in my tower like a princess and he’s the villain.
Dante steps closer, invading my personal space. He traps me against the bed, but this time he’s standing, not pinning me down. My body reacts to his presence. Again.
I don’t want to feel the electricity sizzle between us. If it were up to me, I’d feel nothing.
“You have no idea all I’ve done for you,” Dante seethes.
My gaze falls to his lips and then his neck. His black dress shirt is unbuttoned just enough to reveal a glimpse at his chest, and I can’t help but stare.
Mentally, I’m undressing him.
I shouldn’t be.
He’s off-limits—bad news.
And I need to focus on getting my ass away from this prison.
But all I want is for him to kiss me.
Worship me.
Command me.
And remind me that I’m his and his alone. Is that asking too much?
His finger lifts my jaw to look up into his dark gaze. The anger has disappeared, and Dante leans down, brushing his lips across mine.
His kiss is rough.
His touch is forceful as he pushes me back down onto the mattress, straddling my hips.
Just minutes ago, we were in this same position, and while he had overpowered me and angered me, now I only feel warm and calm.