Chapter 19 When I Finally Take You, I Want You To Beg For It

• Dante’s POV
• She didn’t trust me. Not that I blamed her.
• Lucia sat across from me, stiff as a board, her fingers curled so tightly around the fork that her knuckles turned white. Every inch of her screamed defiance, but beneath the surface, I saw the uncertainty, the questions swirling in her mind. She was trying to piece it all together, trying to understand why she was having breakfast with me, and why I had let her go last night.