He was the sweet taste of honey before the bee stung, the apple from Eden – so delicious, yet morally wrong.

He remained where he was, looking unsure of what to do. His eyes were dark pools of emotion, giving me the impression he was holding back tears. It made my heart ache for him.

Dante gave me one of his cheeky grins. He had a whole repertoire of smiles, the boy was full of mischief.

He smirked. “Close your mouth before my cock gets ideas.

He could get anyone he wanted, the boy beyond good-looking as well as talented in ways he shouldn’t be.

Even when he was angry, he was still beautiful, so much so that I wanted to forget about his age and give him what he wanted.

Your embarrassment’s making me horny again,” he said misinterpreting my reaction.

She pulled off her blouse and threw it at him, her hands shaking badly. She needed to shock him into silence, because she couldn’t handle much more of his venom, plus she was willing to do anything to get him, to make him want her as much as she wanted him, and if it meant stripping down to nothing then she’d do it, because he was already stripping her nerves raw." (Beth with Dante).

He closed his eyes and let his head fall back, his visage a portrait of sex. (A description of Dante).

But YOU hurt me. You ripped my heart out and spat on it.” He grabbed the neck of her blouse and tore it open, then placed a hand on her heart and pushed her against the wall. “Do you have a heart in there or are you just a stone-cold bitch who enjoys screwing with people’s lives?" (Dante speaking to Beth).