Page 108 of Merciless Billionaire's Savage Desire

His entire world stilled.

The sound of his name from her lips—soft, slurred, trusting—sent a pulse of raw emotion surging through his chest. His heart stumbled, then raced. It didn’t matter that her eyes were closed. She knew it was him. She recognized him even in her sleep.

"Anya..." he whispered, cupping her face and lifting it gently. He kissed her ear. "Do you want to change clothes?"

No answer. Just soft, uneven breaths.

Gently, he cradled her in his lap. He removed her earrings one by one, then lifted her dress, leaving her in nothing but her underwear. He unhooked her bra to make her more comfortable, then laid her down carefully on the bed, drawing the blanket up to cover her bare skin.

Then he undressed in silence. He kicked off his shoes and socks, then pulled off his shirt, stripping down to his boxers before slipping under the covers beside her.

As soon as he settled in, Anya turned in her sleep, her body instinctively seeking his. Without waking, she climbed over him, curling herself across his chest.

His body trembled. He turned at once, engulfing her in his arms, pulling her close—skin against skin, her warm breath on his chest.

His fingers brushed gently through her hair as she slept, drinking in the feeling of having her close after so long. His face nestled into her hair as his breathing slowed, and for the first time in weeks, he could breathe again.

When her eyes fluttered open in the morning, she blinked in confusion, her vision adjusting to the bare chest in front of her.

Her entire body was sprawled on something both soft and hard at the same time. Warm and muscular.

She lifted her head slightly, her hair falling to one side of her face, messy and loose. Sleepy eyes slowly trailed down—and froze.

Dante was laying beneath her, fast asleep.

‘Damn it, Luca?!’ The thought hit her faster than any other. ‘Did he seriously call Dante to pick me up?’

She shifted immediately, trying to slip out from under him and make a dash out of the room. But she had only reached the edge of the bed when a strong arm wrapped around her waist and yanked her back. She was snatched like a doll and pinned down on the bed in a heartbeat.

Dante hovered over her, voice husky and accusing, "You’re making a run right after sleeping with a man?"

Her gaze dropped to his bare chest. Then slowly, her eyes trailed down to her own body.

Completely naked.

Her lips pressed into a thin, horrified line.

"Scumbag! How dare you take advantage of me?!"

His hand gripped her face, and he leaned in, his lips almost brushing hers.

"I didn’t do anything last night," he said calmly. "It wasyouwho was begging me to sleep with you."

“Liar,” she hissed, glaring.

He leaned in to kiss her.

She turned her head sharply, refusing to look at him, but his hand cupped her cheek again, guiding her face back to his.

“Missed me?”

“Get off me.”

But Dante didn’t move. Instead, he leaned closer, his breath warm against her skin, his lips brushing her neck in slow, deliberate passes. His voice dropped, low and teasing. “You’re not going to confess?” he murmured. “Not even a little bit?”

Anya tensed, her hands pushing at his shoulders, but her strength had long since left her. “Dante, I told you already—”

Her protest barely left her lips before his mouth crashed into hers—fierce, hungry, and laced with desperation. His lips were rough, almost punishing, as though trying to claim back every second she had pulled away.

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