All Chapters of Desire And Revenge : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Dante POVIsabella turned on her side then propped herself on her elbow, looking down at me as her hair fell toward the sheets. “What’s your real name?”I turned my head slightly toward her, my eyes looking at the beautiful woman staring down at me. “You know my name.”“I know that isn’t the real one, though.”“It’s the only one you need to know.”She scooted closer to me until her leg was tucked between mine and her hand was on my chest. I just filled her with pussy with so much come, but when she touched me like this, it sent another wave of pleasure through me. Her skin was so warm, and her fingertips felt so soft against my hard chest. Her hair fell down toward my face, so my fingers slid through the strands and kept it pinned back.I could stare at this woman forever. Sometimes, when I looked at her eyes, I forgot her roots. I pretended she was no one, just woman I stumbled upon during one of my adventures.My eyes moved to her shoulder, to the scar that was still slightly fresh.

Dante POV“Because you’re mine.” I felt her head immediately turn my way once she heard the words. “What?” she asked quietly. “What does that mean?”“It means you’re mine. You have your own life, and I have mine. I’ve got a lot of shit to do, and I can’t be with you all the time. I travel a lot for work. Sometimes I’ll be gone for weeks at a time. But I’m free to come and go as I please, to fuck you before you wake up in the morning and to fuck you before you go to sleep at night. You’re a prisoner but you’re free at the same time.”“You’ve got to be kidding me.”I grinned when I listened to the terror in her voice. “No.”“That’s ridiculous. I’ll have a boyfriend eventually.”“You can have a boyfriend but when I stop by, he’s forgotten.”“I’m not a cheater,” she snapped. “Then don’t have a boyfriend.”“I’m going to fall in love with someone and get married.”“And when that day comes, the blood war is back on. You can break our arrangement anytime you want, but the second you do, I’ll

Isabella POVI painted all day by the light of the window, and when it turned dark, I went out with a few friends to the bars. I saw a lot of good-looking guys, and a few even made passes at me, but knowing I was in a twisted situation made me blow them off.They shouldn’t get involved with me. I went home before midnight, slipped off my heels by the door, and then headed to my bedroom in my cocktail dress. Dante had been gone for three days. I didn’t hear anything from him, and I wasn’t sure when he would stop by.I didn’t want to see his face, not ever again, but I did notice the changes in my body. The changes in my hormones. I was wet every night and every morning, and my mind drifted back to the memories I had of him. I might despise him for the monster he was, but there was no denying my body craved his.I missed that good sex every morning and every night.nI’d never been in a long-term relationship before, so having sex with the same person at regular intervals was new to me. I

Isabella POVI woke up the next morning in exactly what I was wearing the night before. My dress was still pulled up to my waist, and my panties were on the other side of the room. I didn’t sleep under the covers because Dante was warm enough to keep me comfortable throughout the night.As my eyes opened, the night before came back to me. We fucked so damn hard. God, it was so good. But so fucking bad. He was naked beside me. His chest rose and fell at a steady rate, his black ink slightly messed up in the various places he’d been shot or stabbed. I examined them in more detail while he slept, never noticing them before because I never had the chance.He was usually awake before I was and I counted three stab wounds and four bullet hole, Jesus.He woke up shortly afterward, his cock already hard against his stomach. He had a serious case of morning wood and he had it every single day. He opened his eyes slowly and stared at the ceiling. It seemed to take him a second to remember where

Isabella POV“Baby, I’m being honest.” He carried the painting back to the easel. He looked at it for another moment before he turned back to me. “Do you have any others?”“I have one that I finished during the semester. It’s the one I told you about.” “Can I see it?”He just told me he liked my painting, but I was still nervous to show him my next one. I wasn’t a shy woman who let people’s opinions affect my life. I didn’t care what anyone thought of me, only what I thought of myself.“Sure…” I retrieved it from the closet and handed it over. He examined it with the same interest as the previous one. He set it on his knees and gripped it with his hands, looking at my parents standing in the vineyards with the three-story villa in the background. It was a stunning picture of Rome, the wonderful place where I spent my childhood. I’d intended to sell this piece, but I liked it so much that I might keep it for myself. My parents were role models to me, had done so much for me. One day, t