Semua Bab Desire And Revenge : Bab 111 - Bab 120

Isabella’s POV“I just needed you to understand that,” I said quietly, my voice trembling despite my effort to stay composed. “I didn’t go out looking for him. I didn’t just meet some random guy at a bar. My mom… she thought she was helping. She introduced us, thinking it would be good for me, a fresh start.”I paused, swallowing hard as my chest tightened. “I just… I don’t want you to think this is easy for me that I’ve just moved on like what we had meant nothing.” My breath hitched, and I pressed my lips together, trying to hold everything in. “Because it’s not. It’s killing me.The emotion rose too fast, clogging my throat, threatening to spill over. I stopped talking before my voice could completely break and on the other end, Dante said nothing but somehow, that silence didn’t feel empty.“I hate myself,” I whispered after a while, my voice barely audible. “I hate that I let things go as far as they did between us. My eyes squeezed shut as tears finally slipped free. “Why couldn

Dante POVShe moved to the couch and sat down, crossing her legs so she could hide her body as much as possible. I remained standing, looking down at her with shaking hands. I wanted to pin her down, throw her legs over my shoulder, and fuck her right into the cushions.I wanted to get lost in the passion, to forget about all the other bullshit in my life. When she and I were connected because I didn’t feel like a criminal or a broken soul. I just felt like a man…her man. She turned away, looking at the fire in her fireplace. “Baby,” I whispered. “Let’s see this through, you say this would never work, but I’m not asking you to marry me. I’m not asking for forever. I’m just asking for now.” I stepped closer to her then slid my hand underneath the fall of her hair.I missed the way my fingers used to touch her soft hair, the smooth strands that were so easy to fist. I yanked gently, forcing her to look up at me. “Give me now.”Her green eyes weren’t bright with hope, but dark with sadne

Isabella POVHe didn't come to greet me as I walked into the restaurant. All he gave me was a handsome smile. “You look nice.”“Thanks.” I sat across from him, wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and a cardigan. It was warm that afternoon, but not warm enough to leave the house without some kind of sweater. “You do too.”He was wearing a deep blue blazer and a white V-neck and his brown eyes were playful as he grabbed the bottle of wine and poured me a glass. “What were you doing today when I called?”“Painting.”“Cool, did you finish that painting I saw last week?”“I did and I have eight which I’m ready to send to my parents to display at the winery.”“Eight?” he asked incredulously. “That’s a different painting every day.”“I’ve had a lot of free time on my hands…” I wasn’t sleeping because I couldn’t stop dreaming about Dante and I didn’t like to watch TV because there was always a romantic storyline somewhere that made me miss the man I couldn’t have. “What have you been doing?”“I worked

Dante POVI spent most of the week at work because I had a double hit involving two brothers and apparently they were leading a trafficking point near the harbor and shipping girls from Italy to America before they were put on a new.transport ship to France.I was paid extra to make them suffer and so they didn’t die from bullets but torture.Having the work was a respite for me because forgetting about Isabella wasn’t easy but It wasn’t possible, actually.When I returned to home, I almost considered going back to France and starting over because this city reminded me of her, and I hadn’t stepped foot inside her art room at my apartment because I couldn’t bear to look at her leftover supplies and easels.I couldn’t stand to see her absence. It’d been over a month, and I hadn’t been with another woman. The idea didn’t sound appealing to me, but now that I knew we were truly finished, I knew I had to get back out there.Sinking into warm pussy might make me feel better even if that pus

Isabella POVDante carried me across the living room, my legs wrapped around his waist and my dress bunched up around my stomach. His large hands gripped the back of my thighs and my ass, holding my waist against his hard stomach and my arms were circled around his neck, and I kissed him with desperation, needing this man more than I ever did before.I pulled his shirt over his head and immediately went back to kissing him, my hands sliding across his hard chest and my fingers snaked up the back of his neck and into his hair, feeling the short strands I used to fist every night.He peeled off my dress, yanking it over my hips and stretching it out carelessly but I didn’t care about that dress anyway.I unbuttoned his black jeans and pushed them down, revealing his thick and long cock. I have missed it so much. It was so much better than my fingers.“Yes…” My legs circled his powerful torso, and my thighs gripped his waist and his arms flexed as he held himself on top of me, the swolle