ISABELLA’S POVIf he kissed me again, I knew I wouldn’t stop him.I wanted him. God help me, I wanted my husband.His breath brushed against my lips, warm and unsteady, and I could feel him, hard and wanting, pressing beneath me. Every muscle in his body was tense, like he was holding himself back with the last bit of control he had left.My skin tingled where his fingers touched, tracing slow, lazy circles along my thighs.When I’d heard his cousin Luca talking about women and clubs, I’d wanted to scream. I didn’t even know why I cared so much. Men like Dante always cheated. They lied, they betrayed, they took what they wanted. That was the world I’d been thrown into.My father cheated on my mother multiple times. Before my wedding day, I had seen her crying. When I went to her and asked what was wrong, she told me that my duty was to give my husband children, not ask about his women outside.But I didn't want that kind of marriage. I wanted one that my husband would be loyal to me.
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