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“We're done, no more questions.”

“Wait, you can't—”

Whipping around, he stabbed the air with his hand. “I can, I just did.” Rubbing his forehead, his chest lifted rapidly. “I don't need to know about you, forget it, it was a dumb idea.”

“No, it wasn't. I shouldn't have asked that, I won't do that again.”

Shit!

Don't shut down!

I felt stupid for going right to that. I shouldn't care who the dress belonged to, it didn't matter. But I was too fucking thick headed to just see the kindness of what he had done.

He had given me clothing to cover up, he didn't leave me completely bare and vulnerable for his father.

Why did I ask that?

It was a gesture of kindness that I wanted to see as death. The dress could have belonged to someone who owned the house before his family, maybe it was extra clothing they had just lying around.

Did it really matter?

Dead woman or no dead woman, he did that because he wanted to.

“Ask me something else, Dante. I'll answer.”

His eyes licked my body, moving up my legs, over my sex, and resting on my lips. “Do you enjoy when I fuck you, Ivy?”

Swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat, I kept my face on his. How was I supposed to answer that?

Be honest.

He was looking for honesty, and after everything he had done for me, I knew he earned it.

But what would he think if I told him the truth?

What would he say if he knew how I felt?

Would he run?

Lowering my eyes to the floor, I quietly spoke into the air. “Yes.”