SERAPHINA
That traitorous flicker of need that curled like smoke between my thighs only rose higher and refused to die with each word they said. No matter how cruel they were, something simmered in the air around whenever they surrounded me like this.
It was like their words had weaved a cloak over me and under its shadow I wanted something, I couldn't name. My heart was a hammering drum in my chest in anticipation, for them to do something, and I craved for the darkness that they bring with them.
It was all because of the way they looked at me and the wine I had gulped down during the dinner.
It was definitely the wine.
And the way Oliver was holding me in his lap with his arm wrapped around me wasn’t helping.
The way Dante gazed at me— God, those dark eyes— they burned me lik
