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Dante watched her walk across the room, putting as much distance between them as she politely could.

His eyes devoured her. No other woman could make him feel this way. As if he was risking everything—his place on the team, his friendship with Luc, his sanity—just by being in the same room as her.

He felt a spike of jealousy as he wondered who had held her since that night. Who had heard her scream with pleasure? Who knew that if they stroked Karina from the nape of her neck to the small of her back she would whimper with need and raise her hips, inviting even more intimate touches? Who had tasted her innocence since he had basked in it?