Chap 57

Allison's POV

I attempted to wrench my arm out of his grasp. He did not let go. He held on tightly- tight enough to hurt. He watched me expectantly, probably wishing I would wince or give any indication of his manhandling. I glared at him defiantly, determined not to give him that satisfaction. I fought to distract myself from his proximity.

As we glared at each other, I resisted the urge to close the distance between us. Already, we were so close that my heaving breasts were brushing against his chest. He was unknowingly doing it again. He was distracting me. It seemed that every time I was on the verge of taking a step that would take me back to my old life, Dante was there, the sheer force of his presence erasing every other thought. We engaged in a silent struggle, me pulling and he attempting to pull me even closer. Finally, I could not take it anymore.

"What do you think you are doing Dante? Take your fucking hands off me this instant or. . ."

I wanted to add a threat, but lo