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‘I’m not yours. Only in name.’

Even as Grace spoke the words she knew them to be a lie. Luca had imprinted himself indelibly onto every one of her senses.

He leaned into her and spoke into her neck. ‘You will always be mine.’

He felt so warm, his touch penetrating her skin and dancing into the very fabric of her being. The stars that resided in the midnight of his eyes gleamed, holding her gaze, trapping her in their depths.

He brushed his lips against her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. ‘Dance with me.’

Luca was like a drug to her. She could survive without him, but it was like breathing air with only a fraction of the usual oxygen.

She hated him.

She loved him.

The two sides were interchangeable.

The only constant she felt was desire. And she was sick of fighting it and pushing it away. There could only ever be one outcome.

‘Yes,’ she breathed, ‘I’ll dance with you.’