Chapter 19: The Moment She Breaks
She couldn't breathe.
Dante was everywhere.
His heat. His scent. The way his body caged her in.
It was suffocating. It was intoxicating.
Her heart slammed against her ribs.
Faster. Louder.
Because this wasn't just about fear anymore.
It was something more. Something worse.
And Dante knew it.
He could smell it.
"You feel it, don't you?"
His voice slithered down her spine. Dark. Dangerous. Certain.
Kavy clenched her fists. Fighting. Holding on.
Because the moment she admitted it—she was his.
But Dante wasn't waiting for her to say it.
He already knew.
His fingers ghosted over her skin. A featherlight touch.
And she shuddered.
His smirk deepened.
"That's it, little one."
His voice was silk—dark, smooth, and impossible to escape.
"Just let go."
Kavy squeezed her eyes shut.
No.
She couldn't.
Because if she did—it was over.
She would never be free of him.
But was she ever free to begin with?
A slow, unbearable silence stretched between them.
And then—
Dante moved.
Not forcefully.
Not aggressively.
But with absolute certainty.
He tilted her chin up. A gentle command. A silent demand.
Her pulse stuttered.
His lips brushed against hers—just barely, just testing.
She could still pull away.
She could still fight.
But she didn't.
She stayed still, caught in his grasp, breathing him in.
And Dante—he waited.
Waited for her to realize what they both already knew.
Waited for her to break.
The air between them was too thick. Too charged.
And when her lips parted—just slightly, just enough—
Dante took.
His mouth crushed against hers.
Not soft.
Not sweet.
But hungry. Possessive. Final.
A growl rumbled from his chest as his fingers dug into her waist, pulling her closer.
And Kavy—
She let him.
She let herself sink. Let herself give in.
Because he had won.
And now?
She belonged to him.
Every breath. Every heartbeat. Every inch of her.
Dante didn't need to say it.
She already knew.