Chapter 177 Ice block

Chapter 177 Ice block
Isabella POV

Dante eyes has turned black by the time we got home. “Let’s put some ice on it.” I opened the freezer in the kitchen and picked
up a few ice cubes but heyanked my hand out of the freezer and shut the door. “It doesn’t
need ice."

“Yes, it does and it's looks terrible.” I placed the ice in a towel and wrapped the cloth around the cubes before I rose on my tiptoes and placed it against his eye.

I stared at the stark discoloration and he was
the strongest man I’d ever known but seeing him in any kind of pain broke my heart and I wanted to cry all over again.

He stared at me, his blue eyes not showing any relief at the touch of the ice cubes. He looked at me in pity, like I was the one in pain instead of him. “I don’t need it, baby."

“I don’t want it to get worse.”

“It won’t.” He grabbed my wrist and gently pulled my hand away. “This is nothing but a scratch.”

“Half of your eye is swollen…”

“And in a few days, it’ll be back to normal.” He grabbed the cloth wrap from my hand and set it on the kitchen island. “If you really want to make me feel better, I have something else in mind.”

Dante arm hugged the curve of my back, and he pulled me closer to him. His neck bent down to look at me, his hard jaw kissable.
I pressed my face against his chest. “I’m so sorry…”

“Don’t be, et it go.” He rested his chin on my head. “You’re underestimating me.”

“That’s not it. I’m just so hurt my family would do that to you…”

“Your uncle is a lot more impulsive than Conti and his actions didn’t surprise me.”

“Doesn’t matter,” I said with a sigh. “It hurts me that they would do that…hurt the man I love.”

“They don’t see me that way, baby. They see me as my father’s son, not the man you love. I’m their enemy, and they can’t look past that. They’rensoldiers, so their guards are always up. Don’t take it so hard and they’re just
trying to protect their family. I don’t blame them for that.”

“Doesn’t give them the right to hit you.”

“I’m glad they did.”

I lifted my gaze to look at him. “Why?”

“Show them what I’m made of and show them how much I can take. Show them that they can press my buttons all they want, and I still won’t cave. They may not like me, but they’ll respect me...eventually. In a man’s world, respect is everything.”

Dante fingers moved underneath my chin, and he stared at my lips. “So let this go. You know what I’m made of. The only thing they could
possibly do to hurt me is take you away from me…and we have to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

My fingers wrapped around his wrists as I looked into his hard eyes. “I know but that’s easier said than done…”

“We’ll take it one day at a time, starting tomorrow.” He swiped the pad of.his thumb across my bottom lip, his callused skin rough compared to mine and his eyes darkened as he looked at me, his thoughts no longer on my family. “You still want to make me feel better?”

“Always.”

Dante dropped his hand and walked into the living room where three large couches surrounded a coffee table. He dropped his jeans and boxers andBpushed them to his ankles before he sat down, his large cock resting against his stomach. “On your knees.”

Dante rested both arms over the back of the
couch, taking up as much space as possible like an entitled king and his arrogance never surprised me even his eye was slightly swollen and discolored from the bruise, but somehow, the injury only made him look sexier.

He could take any kind of pain without being affected by it. He snapped his fingers then pointed to the ground at his feet and I raised an eyebrow, surprised by his crassness. “Bold, huh?”

“Yes but I think I earned it.” He nodded to the ground again and I didn’t mind getting on my knees for this man at all. I was happy to do it but I would never take orders from anyone, not even him.

Disobedience was in my blood, along with stubbornness, his cock thickened the longer he waited, like he enjoyed this standoff and he
got off to my temper. He’d been that way since the night he met me, wanting to get me to submit and loving every time he failed.

His shirt was still on, covering his muscles and tattoos, but his corded neck and tight forearms hinted at everything underneath the cotton shirt. Dante was over three hundred pounds of solid muscle. He ate more protein in a single meal than I ate all day.

“Take off your shirt.”

The corner of his mouth rose in a smile before he cooperated. He pulled it over his head and tossed it onto the armrest. “Better?”

“Yes.” I sank to my knees, my hands sliding up his muscled thighs.nHe took a deep breath as I kneeled, his eyes immediately narrowing as I
positioned myself in between his thighs.

He watched my fingers move up to his hips, my nails digging into his skin and he grabbed my shirt then pulled it over my head, messing up my hair as he dragged it free of my body.

The straps of my bra came next, and he pushed them down until my bra fell around my torso.

I reached behind me, and I unclasped it so it could fall to the ground, Dante stared at my tits, his eyes drinking them in like he didn’t see them every single day. His look was so manly, that I never wanted another man to look at me like that.

He reached both hands out and palmed my breasts, rubbing his thumb across the nipples as they started to harden. “I love these tits.” He pinched my nipples slightly, making my
breathing hitch. He grabbed the back of my neck and guided my lips down to his length.

I moved with him, aroused by the heat in his eyes. My lips pressed against his sac, and I kissed the textured skin, my tongue feeling the special grooves, his fingers rested under the fall of my hair, and he watched me, studying the way I kissed his balls. “Suck.”

I drew one into my mouth, ran my tongue everywhere, and then released it.
He moaned in approval and I did the same to the other before I dragged my tongue along his base, right over the thick vein that lined his entire shaft. I moved to the tip and licked away the drop that formed on the crown.