All Chapters of Desire And Revenge : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Dante POVShe was under my thumb just as much “What’s your idea?” Rex repeated. Her gaze turned to me, like she knew I wouldn’t like the idea before she even announced it. “I could be the hooker.”I stared at her, dumbfounded even Rex didn’t expect the idea either. “I could be at the right place at the right time, and I could take him to the hotel. I would leave and let you do what you need to do. They’ll never find me again because I’m not really a prostitute. And I’d wear a wig.”“And he definitely wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to grab her,” Rex said. “She fits his type perfectly.”I was still staring at Isabella, shocked by the offer she’d just put on the table. Why would she help me? Why would she put herself in danger when she got nothing out of it? “What do you want in return?”She took a deep breath before she answered. “My family. I do this for you, and you leave them alone.”Rex sat between us, eyeing us back and forth. He stayed quiet, knowing he had nothing to do with th

Isabella POVVaro's wife texted me. Let’s have dinner, Does your husband know about this? When it came to living with her, he didn’t want me around much. When I stayed with him for a few weeks, he couldn’t wait until the day I left. Yes. He hasn’t seen you since Christmas, and he misses you. I laughed out loud because that was bullshit. Nice try.Varo and I are in Rome working at the studio. It’s going to be a late night so we thought we would grab dinner.afterward. Are you free?My whole life revolved around painting and Dante, so I was free all the time. Yeah. When?How about an hour?Alright, We’ll pick you up. I was staying at Dante place, and by the time I got ready and headed over there, I might not make it in time. I’ll just meet you there. You know how Varos is. He’d rather pick you up, my brother’s protective bullshit wouldn’t work right now. I didn’t want him to be aggressive when this monster watched every little move I made.Varos would be caught off guard and be completel

Isabella POVVaros insisted on taking me home even though I told him I would take a cab. It was past seven in the evening, so there was no way I could ask him to drop me off at Dante place. How would I explain that?After five minutes of arguing, I finally got into the car, and he took me back to my apartment. He held his wife hand on the middle console, his fingers pressed in between hers. He drove with one hand on the wheel, taking peeks at his fiancée from time to time. Looking at them made me jealous. Jealous that I wouldn’t live long enough to find something like that. I was in the most passionate relationship I’d ever had, but it had no foundation of friendship or love. It was just violence and sex.My phone vibrated in my pocket with a text message. I pulled it out to see a message from Dante. Where are you going?You’re such a stalker, where are you going?He would just keep asking the question until he got the answer he was looking for. My place, your ass belongs over here. V

Isabella POV“God…” I gripped his shoulders and held on as he fucked me on the counter, his hips moving hard to get me deep and good. My knees were bent, and my ankles dug into his back as I held on. My face was pressed into his neck while he thrust over and over, claiming me as his and making sure I wouldn’t forget it.“Tell me you’re mine.” He pulled his face away so he could look me in the eye. His face was so furious, furious at listening to me speak to him that way. His blue eyes seemed gray because they lost their beauty. Full of rage and aggression, he took on a different appearance.I defied him, refusing to say the words he wanted to hear. My nails dug into him harder, and I enjoyed how big his cock felt inside me, how much it stretched me. He fucked me better than any other man had fucked me, did it with such possessiveness and rawness even if I survived this, I would never find a man who could replace him. I’d still touch myself to his memory, even years down the line but I

Dante POVI laid low until the following evening. When the night was at its deepest, I got into a taxi and headed back to my apartment. I didn’t catch sight of any of the men. They must have assumed I got away and gave up. When I finally arrived at my place, I took the elevator to my floor. The doors opened, and I found Isabella standing right in the entryway, her eyes red and puffy from not sleeping. She was still in the same clothes she’d been wearing when I’d left.The second she laid eyes on me, her hands moved through her hair, and she breathed a sigh of relief so loud it could reach through solid glass. “You fucking asshole. You told me you would be back by the afternoon at the latest. It’s almost midnight. You didn’t call, you didn’t text, nothing. How could you”“I’m here.” I cupped her cheeks and kissed her, caring more about that mouth than the gunshot wound in my bicep. My fingers dug into her hair even though they were dirty and smelled like metal from the gun. My lips mov