All Chapters of What The Don Wants: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Dante~All through the night, I could feel how tensed she was at my presence.Good.It showed I still had that much control over her.She might be able to deceive others into believing she was really all about charity and whatever, but I knew better.Organizing an event like this in my house without telling me? It definitely looked to me like an attempt to get on my nerves.If my attention was what she was looking for, she definitely got it now. She started this and I was going to play along.Placing my hand on the small, exposed area of her lower back, I guided her towards the middle of the hall for our dance.She felt stiff. Rigid.I didn't mind however as I knew it was only a matter of time before she loosened up.Applause echoed from all around us as we finally stood face to chest, under the beautifully dim spotlight.For the first time, she dared to look into my eyes and I could see the questions and skepticism in them. I could also see the tiniest bit of fear but as always, Isla

Isla~When Dante told me to pack up for a 'trip', I had expected a lot of things but this.I didn't expect to be seated in his private jet as we flew halfway across the world to some private, exotic island.Ilha de brisa. Looking down at the scenery from this altitude, I couldn't help but marvel.Lush, green vegetations and trees, bright colored sand that reflected the radiant sunlight. And the waters.They were crystal clear, unlike I've ever seen before. I could already imagine myself going for a swim or two."I'm glad you're impressed." Dante spoke up, snapping me out of my reverie.I had totally forgotten that he was sitting right across from me the whole time. That smug look on his face was an indication that he didn't miss the look of excitement on my face.I scoffed, looking away from him."I didn't say I was."I was still mad about the little stunt he pulled on me last night, so I really shouldn't be talking to him.Dante leaned forward on his seat."Deny all you want, moglie

Isla~A small gasp of air escaped my lips as I was suddenly thrown onto the king-sized.Dante had dragged me all the way here, not wanting me to cause a scene outside.His nostrils were flared, his eyes darkened with malicious intent. His jaws clenched so hard, I feared they would break if he bit down anymore.He was mad alright.But I wasn't going to just lie there and accept to be intimidated. I wasn't going to cower before him this time."Looks like you were having too much fun out there." He hissed through gritted teeth.I suddenly jumped off the bed, facing him with defiance."You missed the part where you interrupted it." I fired back.He looked genuinely stunned for a moment, before inching towards me again, his dangerous aura suffocating."I could go down there and have his hands chopped off. Hell! I could blow up this whole place."I rolled my eyes at his threats. Typical of him!"A little dramatic, don't you think?" A growl suddenly ripped from his throat and the next minut

Isla~Ever been jolted awake by the sound of your own snore? No? Then I guess it's just me.I let out a groan at the pounding sensation in my head, wincing at the brightness of the entire room. Dammit! The rooms in Dante's mansion were much darker.A yawn escaped as I turned in bed only to be faced with a familiar, heavily tattooed chest.Dante.And to make matters worse, he had his arms around me, restricting my movement by a lot. I frowned.How did I even get here? I remember being so pissed at him for something he did. So why the hell was I waking up in his arms?He was still sound asleep but I knew moving too suddenly would definitely wake him up. So I decided to wiggle out of his hold as slowly as possible.I took a deep breath and began slowly inching my way out from under Dante's arm. His grip was like a damn vice; tight and stubborn, even in sleep. I twisted, squirmed, and even tried holding my breath as if that would help.But it was all for nothing.Every time I thought I wa

Dante ~The steam rising from the surface of my coffee did little to distract me from the stillness around me.It was a rare kind of peace, the type that came after hours and hours pleasure. Isla was still upstairs, sound asleep, draped in the sheets that now carried the scent of sex, sweat, and maybe a little bit of cum. I had left her barely conscious, her limbs tangled, her mouth parted in exhaustion.But I couldn't sleep. Not with what was going on in my head.The view from the penthouse window was breathtaking as always. Ocean waves crashed in the distance, kissed by the early sun. The island was silent, perfect. Almost too perfect.My fingers curled around the ceramic cup as I took another slow sip. The bitterness of the coffee was grounding, a sharp contrast to the sweetness of Isla's body.A subtle creak of the floor behind me snapped my senses back into high alert.But I didn't bother to turn around. I already knew who it was."Having fun, Mr. Moretti?"The voice was smooth,