The Veil of Obsession
"You still hate me, don't you?" His voice was a dark against her skin. Ava glared, her breath unsteady as his fingers trailed over her jaw, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Hate is too soft a word for what I feel for you." Dante smirked, leaning in, his lips barely brushing hers. "Then why are you still letting me tou...