Thalia backed up against the wall, trying to get as far away as possible from the beast that wanted to ravage her. That beast was Dante Adorno. "Where are you going, dolcezza?" His voice was thick with need as he stared into her hazel eyes that were swirling with uncertainty and lust. Oh she wanted him. Badly. "Away from you, 'dolcezza'," she spat sarcastically, a moan threatening to spill from her throat at his close proximity. Too close. She had to resist deeply inhaling his enticing scent of cinnamon and spice. The corners of his soft pink lips quirked up into a sexy smirk that Thalia found herself wanting to kiss off. "Why, your Italian is getting pretty good. Your..endearing sarcasm doesn't cover up the fact that you want me to pin you against this wall at this very moment and kiss you until you can't breathe anything but my air. And then you want me to carry you down this hallway into my bedroom where I'll make you feel so good that my name is the only thing to come from that pretty little mouth of yours. Am I right, no?" God yes. It took all the strength she could muster to keep her cool. "No, I do not want you, Dante. See, you are so used to getting what you want that when somebody turns you down, you become this persistent freak. No matter how incredibly sexy you are, I could never want an arrogant bastard like you!" Her chest heaved in anger, something that was very distracting to him. Anger flashed on his face for a split second before being replaced by an expression that could melt her insides. "Yes, I do get what I want. And right now I want you," he snarled before leaning down and capturing her mouth with his.