All Chapters of HIS INNOCENT ADDICTION: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

She looks stunned so I kiss her again. Pushing her back and covering her body with mine. I don't expect her to say those words back. Not now or ever. I'm content with just loving her. I've known her for far longer than she's known me. I spent a year dreaming about having my cock inside her then I'd wake up and jerk off to the images I'd dreamt about. There are times when I wake up expecting all this to be a dream. The wedding, our life, it's still unbelievable. But I'm slowly getting used to the fact that she's my wife now. And I am never going to let her go. I settle between her legs, thrusting inside her, this time making love to her slowly. Enjoying the feeling of having her around me. I don't think I'll ever tire of being with her like this. We come together and she falls asleep right after. She sleeps like an angel, her chest rising and falling in a rhythm. Like every other time, I get out of bed and grab my pants. Reaching inside the pocket to take out my phone, and snap anothe

"Can we not do this? Or can you do it alone? I'll wait for you here" Dante laces his fingers with mine and brings my hand to his mouth. Kissing the back. It doesn't do shit to calm my nerves but I don't bother telling him that. "I want you to be present" "She's just going to hate me more than she already does" "Why does that matter?" "Dante, I'm trying here. I honestly don't want to fight with your mother or fuel her hatred for me" "I love you. That's all you need to care about" "You believe that. Don't you?" He smirks and exits the car. Rounding the hood to open my door. I wish I didn't have to go in there and confront his family. I don't do confrontations unless it's absolutely necessary. I'm perfectly fine with ignoring them for the rest of my life. But Dante insists we have to do this so here we are. I know I'm going to hate every second of it, especially since those two already despise me. I swing my legs out but remain sitting. Hoping he'll tell me

What the fuck? One second she's excited about matching clothes and the next she's crumbling to the floor like a piece of paper. There's soft music playing in the background but not loud enough to drown out other sounds. When I heard the voices yelling and from the direction she went to, I jumped to my feet and ran. The gun went off while I was a few feet away and I don't think I've ever been so scared in my entire life. Not even when I came home and Romeo told me my family had abandoned me, did I feel such profound fear. In the second that it took me to open that door, a future without her flashed through my mind. It was desolate and empty. Catching her before she hits the ground, I kneel beside her, checking for injuries. "Dante" "Don't fucking talk. Just... Fuck, just let me see, baby" "I'm fine" she says, her hand coming up to my cheek. The thought of never feeling her touch again or holding her close to my body is scary as shit. If anything happens to her, my world will com

I can't believe he's capable of doing something like that. Then again, is there something he can't do? He's the head of a mafia organization. I bet he's done worse things than this. But why? Why would he interfere with someone's life like that? What did he get in return? There's no way this was about business. I sit in the shower, water pelting down my back as I try to understand everything. A small part of me knows the answer to all these questions I have. Something tells me that there's only one reason for Dante to do something like this. But I still want to hear it from his mouth. Just like G said, Isabella, isn't dead. She's in a coma. I went straight to the hospital, wanting to know if there was something I could do or if she'd improved. Her mother was there and she thanked me for visiting her daughter. It turns out that she and her friends had planned on going to Australia to continue their studies but then Isabella got married. Her friends left and since then she's been alone.

I sip my whiskey, standing behind the bar while the staff works. Every few seconds they throw me weird looks and I'm pretending not to see them because if I do, I'll go to my office where memories of her will assault me. She's everywhere and nowhere. I've spent two hours reliving the time we spent there. There isn't an inch in that office I haven't fucked her on. If I knew this is how it'll be, that I wouldn't be able to function without her, fuck, I'd still do it. Even if I lived my entire and traveled back to the past, I'd still walk into that church and kill Romeo so I can marry her. Somehow, his greed made it possible for me to be with her. If he hadn't asked for her hand in marriage, we'd probably end up as enemies after I killed her father. She would have never given me the time of day. But I'd still try to pursue her. In another universe, there's a version of me that doesn't know how Emiliana tastes. Or the sounds she makes when she comes. Or how it feels to hold her in my arms