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Dante suddenly spins me again, causing my heart to leap into my throat. A thrill I’m not really prepared for or interested in acknowledging explodes deep in my core, making me bite down hard on my lip. “Hmm.” The fluttery feeling instantly evaporates as I glare at my soon-to-be fake husband. “What.” “You’re not as terrible a ballroom dancer as I would have expected. I figured mosh pits were more your speed.” I’ve grown up being trotted around at enough functions, galas, and shareholder parties through my brothers’ firm that I can waltz my way across a room. The arrogance of him assuming I can’t pisses me off, though. So on the next turn, as he spins me again, I do the only thing I can: I make a point of stepping down hard on his foot with my strappy heel. Dante’s teeth grind as he swallows a grunt. “Oopsie!” I giggle like an airhead. “I’m so clumsy! It’s probably because I’m just a silly widdle girl and I’ve never been to a big fancy party with real dancing like this one!!” Dante levels a cold, dark glare at me. “Having fun yet?” “Loads,” I grin saccharinely. “What a swell party.” Dante twirls me again, and this time, as I’m once more aiming my heel for his foot, I jolt when his hand suddenly slides from my hip. It skims deftly over my bare skin where the dress splits, his touch leaving throbbing, electrified shivers in its wake before his large fingers tense like an iron vice around my thigh, stopping me from stamping my foot on his. His mouth suddenly dips to brush against my ear and the crook of my neck. “You made this bed, little hurricane,” he rasps darkly. “So now you’ll damn well sleep in it.” I try to twist out of his grip, but it’s like fighting concrete. He doesn’t budge one eighth of an inch. “You will swallow your terminal need to pee in the punchbowl and behave,” Dante growls quietly. My core turns to molten lead as he yanks my thigh up to his hip, whirling and dipping me as the quartet slips from Tchaikovsky into a tango. I shift abruptly, my knee jerking up between his thighs. But again, his iron hands wrench me back into place, my knee up on his hip, my body squashed against his rock-hard chest. “I said behave,” he growls. “Or?” I snap back. “Or I will teach you to.” Read Jagger Cole's bestselling Dark Mafia Romance "Toxic Love" now - > FREE to read in Kindle Unlimited!