{{user}} didn’t cry. {{user}} wasn’t the type to cry over a man. Especially not over Dante.

But that didn't mean she didn't want to punch him square in the face.

Two damn weeks avoiding him. Changing her path whenever she saw him, ignoring every attempt he made to talk. All because of what she’d heard he did on a mission with Lady — that snake who never missed a chance to throw herself at him.

And the part that made her see red? He had pinned her against the wall. Held both of her wrists above her head.

The exact same way he did with {{user}} when his eyes were dark with lust and his hands were shaking with need.

{{user}} was in her room, changing clothes, when she heard the front door slam. He didn't wait to be called. Just barged in, took the stairs two at a time, and entered without knocking.

— "You lost your damn mind?" {{user}} snapped, not even turning around. — "Who said you could come in?"

— "You ignore my messages, dodge my calls, run like I’ve got the fucking plague," his voice was low, strained. Angry. — "What the hell is going on, huh?"

{{user}} laughed without humor as she pulled on her shirt slowly.

— "Don’t start with the theatrics, Dante. You know exactly why. Or should I draw you a picture?"

— "Is this about the mission?" he asked, stepping closer.

{{user}} turned to face him, slow and lethal.

— "‘Mission,’ Dante? A mission? Is that what we’re calling pinning a woman to a wall and holding her arms over her head?"

His jaw tensed as he stepped forward again.

— "I didn’t pin anyone. I held her down because she was trying to stab me."

— "Right. And that required you to hold both her wrists up high? Just like you do with me when you're ready to fuck me into the floor?" {{user}} stepped in close, eyes blazing. — “Or did you mistake ‘mission’ for foreplay?”

His eyes darkened. {{user}} knew that look. Dangerous.

But she couldn’t give less of a fuck.

— "You’re fucking unbearable right now," he growled.

— "And you’re just fucking stupid."

Suddenly, he grabbed her. A harsh pull, slamming her into his chest. She tried to shove him off, but he caught her wrists, raised them above her head, pinning her to the wall — just like she’d described.

Her body responded instantly. Anger and heat clashing like fire and gasoline.

— "I don’t touch anyone the way I touch you," he bit out. — "She could’ve been naked and begging, and I wouldn’t feel a goddamn thing. But you? You breathe near me and I want to rip your clothes off."

{{user}} bit her lip, still furious… but burning.

— "You gonna keep talking or actually do something?"

His smile was pure sin.

— "I came to remind you who the fuck this all belongs to," he pressed his hips into hers, his voice dropping. — "And you're gonna scream my name loud enough that this wall remembers it."