Love Like Cyanide-chapter 3
Chapter 3: Natalie
Glancing over his shoulder to make sure nobody is watching, Dante shoves past me into my room, shutting the door behind himself and throwing the deadbolt. “We need to have a word,” he says without any other greeting. “Or three.”
I take a step back, not liking the way I can feel his presence humming along my skin. It makes me b…
