Chapter 27

• "Look at him," Ryder repeated, his voice dropping into something feral. He grabbed my chin, forcing my head up so I had no choice but to stare at Dante.
• Dante was already watching me, his eyes hooded and dark. He reached down, his hand closing around himself, and began a slow, rhythmic motion that made my own breath hitch. "He's impatient," Dante said, his gaze locked on mine. "But I think you're more impatient than he is."
• "I'm starving for you," I whispered, the truth slipping out before I could stop it.