Chapter 34 I Hate This
Dante's POV
I had seen the look a couple of times back in the years. She had even pinned me down with one last night, how would I escape this?
My head was at the brink of frying up. The thought pierced through me like a piece of shattered glass.
Why do I feel this way around her? Why now? But before I could stick one reasonable idea together, Isabella wriggled her right hand free just enough to reach out.
I spotted it too late and tried to pin her back tighter, but she was quicker. She tugged at the helm of her towel with the slightly free arm and let it slip slowly down her body and to the floor. She always left naked and barely a foot from me.
Not the position I had envisioned we would be at this time in the conversation. Good thing I still had my clothes on.
I couldn't help but drop my eyes to her bare body. My eyes fell upon her perfectly round curves and her beautiful skin that still glistened from the water. Her nipples were already hardening under the cool air, a part of me itched to attack one of them with my tongue.
But I stepped back instinctively, snapping my eyes back up only to catch the sight of her smirking face. That wide smirk, like she'd checkmated me.
No. I won't let her have her way. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I growled instead.
She tilted her head to her right playfully, sounding all dreamy and seductive when she spoke. "And what do you think I'm doing, Papito?"
I shook her shoulders, hitting her against the wall with a hard thud. "Stop the games. Tell me how the tracker got in my car. Now!"
But I regretted it almost immediately. The force made her breasts plop up and down crazily. The movement caught my eyes, sticking them onto those full, round, and mesmerizing goodies.
My eyes remained low, locked right there for seconds too long. She laughed smoothly, the seductive sound sparking me back to life before she ran a hand slowly from her thigh, all the way up her side.
She traced a line slowly up her hip, up her tummy and went around her right nipple before cupping one breast gently.
Her thumb circled her nipple mindlessly, making it peak. My mouth went dry, my zipper threatened to pop. I couldn't tear my gaze away, I so longed to make those nipples mine.
Snap out of it.
"Cut the shit, Isabella," I finally managed out, snapping out of it before I could do anything foolish. "Tell me the truth, tell me how that tracker got into my car," I added.
My eyes caught her hand still moving, but I ignored it, keeping my eyes locked on hers and showing no sign of weakness.
But she didn't back down either. "You want the truth? I don't know anything about any tracker. But I do know how you can get into me right now."
Her words washed over my face instantly, lust burning hot through it. She lifted a leg slowly, using it to rub my crotch through my pants.
"Shit," I gasped slightly as my dick twitched beneath my pants, hardening fast under her touch. Her smile widened, she could feel it.
I shook her again, desperate to break whatever spell she was building. But her breasts bounced more, pulling me in. My grip eased without my knowledge and she pressed closer. Her body rubbed against mine, radiating heat wherever it touched.
"See?" She whispered, brushing my neck with my lips. "You still want this. I can feel it."
My hands on her shoulders grew weak now as she rubbed harder, grinding slowly. The tugging under my pants grew too while my breathing came out ragged.
"Isabella—"
I tried to say but she cut me off "Why?" She asked, like she already knew what I would have asked. "You miss it. Admit it," she challenged.
Her fingers traced a line across my chest, popping buttons one by one. "No one's watching. Just us, like old times."
I grabbed her wrist, stopping her. "This isn't why I'm here."
"But it's why you stayed," she countered, pulling free easily and dropping to her knees in a dramatic manner.
She put her hands on my belt, unbuckling it slowly. Then rubbed my already hard cock through the fabric with firm strokes, teasing the full length. Her eyes lit up with excitement as I struggled under her palms.
With my belt loose and my trousers tugged down. She licked her lips, staring up with hunger in her eyes.
"Isabella—" I tried again but my voice cracked still. I wanted to shove her away, but my body felt locked, betraying me.
She leaned in, fanning my hard cock with her breath. "I love how I still have this hold on you. After all these years."
A hold on me, that snapped me back. No one holds me. Not her, not anyone.
I pushed her back hard, sending her tumbling to the floor. She looked back up at me with widened eyes. "What—Dante!"
I yanked my trousers up instead, buckling it up with shaky hands. Then stormed towards the door, pushing out.
Her laugh echoed loudly from behind me, mocking me as I stormed away. But I didn't look back. I jumped into the SUV, finding the engine still rumbling.
"Shit," I cursed, I had left it on all along. I slammed the door shut, leaned against the seat, breathing heavily. I rubbed my face fiercely, trying to scrub away the feeling, the want.
How the fuck did I fall for that? Her tricks, her games, the same old fucking playbook. I took a deep breath, I knew I wanted to screw her so bad, but I also knew I couldn't. I wouldn't.
I hated that I almost did. I hated how she got in my head, messing with everything.
I cursed aloud, punching the steering wheel. I peeled out of her yard, then caught the figure of Issabella through the rearview, standing in the doorway now with her towel back on and waving goodbye to me like nothing had happened.
Or like something had actually happened.
"Fuck!" I screamed, then punched the dash, not caring how much it stung.
Fuck Issabella. Fuck me. Fuck Serena!
"Isabella's always been a good fuck," I said aloud. But I know why I sent her away. I sent her away for control. But look where I am now? I felt like I have been having less with Serena.
The car phone system rang, breaking through my thoughts. Nico.
I answered quickly.
"Come è andata?" He asked immediately.
I gulped. "Non ho trovato nulla, dobbiamo andare avanti," I replied, then paused before continuing. "We need to focus on finding Serena's parents, then break that bond with Marco."
Nico hummed and I could smell the confrontation coming, but rather, he shocked me with his response. "Yes, Don. About that, I've got some news for you.”