Viella's POV
I tried to drive the dagger in. I really did. I grit my teeth, focused on every single thing he had done to me, and tried to force my hand to move. But as I stared into those bottomless eyes, I felt paralyzed.
My hand wouldn't move an inch, it was like my own body had betrayed me, refusing to kill the man who held me captive.
Dante's smirk widened. Before I could even blink, he moved in a blink of an eye. With a swift motion, he grabbed my wrist, twisting the dagger away as he flipped our positions.
In a heartbeat, I was the one pinned against the mattress, the air knocked out of me. He was on top of me, his heavy frame caging me in, making the bed shrunk. He didn't say a word.
Instead, he leaned down, his lips trailing fire against the sensitive skin of my neck.
