All Chapters of Desire And Revenge : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Isabella POVI walked into the bathroom and found Dante standing at the sink with my towel wrapped around his waist. He was brushing his teeth with my toothbrush. “That is so disgusting.”He kept brushing his teeth, but he wore an arrogant expression in his eyes. He stared at me in the reflection, all the muscles of his body tightening and shifting as he moved around. The muscles in his forearms shifted like piano keys as he scrubbed his teeth. He finished what he was doing then spit in the sink. “I like disgusting.”I slept like a rock last night. While I stayed with my parents, my sleep was just okay and it wasn’t because was up late at night with too much wine in my belly. I knew it was because I’d gotten used to sleeping on his warm and hard chest. I felt like a cat that loved to feel his owner’s heartbeat underneath his paws. I was scared of this man, but when I was with him, I knew nothing else could ever happen to me.That fucker could break into my apartment, but Dante would

Isabella POV“Where are we going now?”Dante drove his truck through the streets of Rome and stopped at a traffic light. “You’ll see.” “Why did I need to pack a bag?”He kept his eyes straight ahead. “You ask a lot of questions.” “Are you surprised?”The light changed, and Dante drove once more. He headed through the congested streets and past the ancient cathedrals. Despite the cold, it was a beautiful day. The sun was bright, and the clouds were gone. Snow was piled up in the gutters, turning into slush. “I’m surprised you keep asking questions when you never get answers.”“I’d like to know where I’m going and how long I’ll be gone.”“You’ll always be gone,” he countered. “You’ve been gone since the moment I took you.”I faced forward, abandoning my interrogation. My gun was left in my apartment, hidden in my bedroom until I found the right time to use it. There wasn’t any doubt in my mind I could pull the trigger. I may pity him, but it wouldn’t change the divide between us. We wer

Dante POVI positioned her on my bed, I had her in a lacy black bodysuit, the dark color going with her olive skin perfectly. I wasn’t an artist by any means, but I knew exactly what kind of picture I wanted. I grabbed the sheets and yanked them back then arranged them around her. I had her hold on to one piece, letting it cover some of her abdomen so the white sheet would contrast against her skin.I grabbed the diamond necklace I bought and hooked it around her throat before I added the bracelet. I layered her lingerie and jewelry, adorning her like the queen she already was. Her makeup was done and her hair slightly curly the way I liked. Her lips were painted a deep red, and her eyes were smoky and mysterious.I used the camera on my phone to get the shot, allowing light from the windows in the background to hit her face at the perfect angle. I captured the natural lines of her body, the way the thin material hugged the steep curve of her back. Her tits were pressed together, but

Dante POVI pulled my sweater over my head and then put on my shoes. Isabella was sitting on the couch with a blanket over her legs while she watched TV. When she realized I was leaving, she sat up. “Are you going somewhere?”“I’m meeting the guys.”“Tonight?” she asked in surprise. “Yeah.”“It’s almost ten.”I grabbed my keys and wallet off the counter. “I know. I have a watch.”“Isn’t that late?”I killed people for a living. There was no such thing as late. “I’ll be back later.” I headed to the door, not in the mood to say goodbye. I was annoyed at myself right now. Seeing her wear my shirt pissed me off. I wasn’t angry at her for wearing my clothes. That would be a stupid thing to get upset about but I hated the way it made me feel. Isabella followed me to the door dressed in a pink nightdress. Her hair was down, and her face had been washed. She packed her toothbrush, but I forced her to use mine anyway. “Is everything alright?”“I have to work.”“You’ll be back tonight?” She fol

Isabella POVWhen I woke up in the morning, I was so hot, what the fuck was I doing?I’d always been attracted to Dante, but now I was starting to need him. I wanted all of him all the time. Once I got some of that intensity between us, I didn’t want to let go. A man had never made me feel the way he did. I felt so sexy and beautiful, whether I was dressed in lingerie with makeup or lying around in a baggy shirt with a clean face. No man had ever made me feel this kind of addiction, of wanting more and more. I wasn’t sure if I could quit.Now I had to wonder if I was doing this because I had to…or because I wanted to. That’s when I started to cry. I wasn’t the kind of person who cried. Crying was weak and annoying. My mother never did it, and I wasn’t going to start now. But I felt so trapped. I had no one to turn to for help, no one to talk to. I was stuck in this open prison, feeling things for the man who made me his captive. I liked kissing him. Touching him. Fucking him and I kne