Chapter 13 The Feel Of Her
Dante POV
When I woke up the next morning, it was bright and early. I didn’t usually go to bed so early, but fucking Isabella knocked me out.
I woke up in the exact same position I fell asleep in, my hand tucked under my head.
Isabella lay beside me, sound asleep and directly at my side. The covers were pulled to her shoulder like she was cold. The fire died a long time ago, and the heater in this house couldn’t keep up with the constant freezing
temperatures.
She probably moved closer to me during the night to stay warm.
Just as I predicted, she didn’t try to kill me.
It was far too risky, even if I was unconscious.
She thought she would be free soon, so it didn’t make sense to gamble that possibility by making a move.
Even if she slammed a vase over my head, it wouldn’t kill me. But it wouldnpiss me off and then I might actually kill her.
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes then stared down at her, seeing her slightly parted lips and the way her hair dragged behind her on the pillow. The crisp white sheets made her skin appear darker in comparison. She and I looked
nothing alike. My skin was fair like the snow outside, traits I inherited from my American mother.
She was perfect, a real man knew how to appreciate a beautiful woman, and the longer I stared at her, the more I wanted to appreciate her. The idea of killing her still got me
hard, but I’d much rather fuck her again and again.
I hooked her arm around my waist and then rolled her to her back. She kept her eyes closed and stayed asleep, but she stirred slightly, feeling hernbody move but not caring what happened.
I was already hard for her, anxious to fill her with more come so it would drip onto my sheets. Maybe I didn’t kill this Conti but I just fucked her.
That was better in some ways. I separated her thighs then slid inside her, the head of my cock pushing through her tight entrance. When she felt the pressure between her legs, her eyes fluttered open. “Jesus, do you mind? I’m sleeping.”
I pushed farther inside her, sinking as my shaft stretched her apart. “Then keep sleeping.” I moved as far as I could go, feeling the same incredible pussy that I felt last night.
“You would fuck an unconscious woman?” she asked incredulously. “If it was you, fuck yes.” Last night, I took it slow. But this time, I fucked her good and hard. I dug my hips deeply into her, pushing my entire length inside as my pulsing dick explored her just as intimately as last time. My headboard tapped against the wall, and I brought heat into the room with my movements.
Her body shuddered under my pressure, her tits shaking up and down. Her eyes were still lidded with sleep, but she didn’t make another protest. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and she buried her face into my shoulder, pulling her legs apart so I could have her.
So I could keep fucking her. It was a lazy fuck, the perfect kind for first thing in the morning. I thrust and I fucked, driving my big dick inside this beautiful pussy. I didn’t care about getting her off, but I wanted to prove I could make her feel good even if she didn’t want to.
So I made her come like a man. I listened to her scream right against my ear, her nails clawing at my back so hard they almost drew blood.
Then I came inside her, adding more come to the pile I made last night. I dumped all my seed inside her, stuffing her full until it overflowed onto the sheets. I groaned as I finished, loving my conquest. I caught my breath before I moved off and got out of bed.
She lay there, full of my warm come. I pulled on jeans and a t-shirt then walked out. Her voice stopped me at the door. “Where are you going?”
All I did was give her an angry look in response. I sat in my office with the phone pressed to my ear. I listened to it ring a few
times before Rex answered. “Haven’t heard from you in a while. Started to worry.”
“I thought you said you didn’t care whether I lived or died?”
“I don’t,” he said with a chuckle. “My concern is strictly for my self-interest.”
I grinned, knowing he was only being partially truthful. “He’s dead?”
“He’s sitting at the bottom of Lake Garda.”
“Such a beautiful place. Too good for him, if you ask me.”
“Cold as fuck, though.”
“I’ll talk to my client and wire the funds.”
“Good.” I made my fortune as a hitman. I executed men for money. It was the simplest job in the world. I had one task and full autonomy to fulfill it however necessary. It paid my bills and gave me a life of luxury. It wasn’t close to the billions I should have inherited, but it was enough. “I had an
issue.”
He turned serious. “What kind of issue?”
“Some woman walked by and witnessed my murder streak. I caught her and was about to slit her throat…but then I recognized her.”
“You recognized her?” he asked. “Who was she?”
I still couldn’t believe all the events happened coincidentally. The Moretti were my mortal enemy, and to see the youngest one walk by at the perfect moment was unbelievable. I’d seen Varos Conti at the Underground one night when I was in disguise, but he didn’t possess the same allure as his younger sister. “Isabella Conti.”
“Shit…what did you do?”
“I didn’t have any other choice. I took her.”
“You killed her, right?”
I never answered. “Dante, you have to kill her. If she tells her family”
“I’m aware of the situation.”
“And you want to kill her anyway…”
“I did.” I still do, a little. “But when it came down to it…it didn’t work out.”
“That’s not like you.”
“I know.” I was cold and brutal. I didn’t think twice before taking a life. Cruelty was in my blood. I lacked empathy and compassion. I was born of a different breed, so unattached to human emotion that I couldn’t understand it.
“But I’ve made use of her…” Rex knew exactly what that meant and didn’t ask for clarification. “What happens when they know she’s missing?”
“I haven’t figured that out yet. I was thinking of letting her go…but keeping her under my thumb.”
“How would you enforce that?”
I had a few ideas. “I’m not sure yet.”
“Whatever you do, don’t underestimate her. She’s a Conti.” The corner of my mouth rose in a smile, thinking of all the badass stunts
Isabella pulled while in my captivity. Against all odds, she still pushed on.
When grown men wouldn’t get up again, she rose to her feet. She didn’t hesitate before she shot me. Her Conti blood made her absolutely
fascinating. “I know and I liked that.”