Chapter 20 Hate And Love
Dante POV
I stared at her beautiful face and did my best to combat the rage burning in my blood. I was an orphan because of Isabella family. I had everything stripped from me.
I was punished for a crime that occurred when I wasn’t even alive. It didn’t matter how attracted I was to this woman. The lines between us couldn’t be blurred. She was my enemy. She would always be my enemy. “Nothing.”
When we had dinner together she must have known I was in a bad mood because she didn’t make conversation.
She drank her wine and cut into her chicken, being so quiet it was like she wasn’t even there. I stared at her hard across the table, my jaw tense throughout the entire meal.
This woman was so beautiful but so deadly to me. She had the life I should have had, loved by both of her parents with a life of luxury. While she was going to recitals and private school, I was in an orphanage or living on the
street. She had it easy. I had it fucking hard.
“You need to let it go.”
I stopped chewing for a second, surprised by what she said. I finished my food before I swallowed. “Meaning?”
“You’ve been pissed since I mentioned my mom earlier. It’s the only explanation for your mood swing.”
“It’s not a mood swing. I’m always ticked.”
“Well, you’re more ticked than usual.”
“I hate your mother. You think that’s ever going to change?” I gripped my fork so hard it hurt my fingertips. “Fuck me as good as you want, but my hatred will never settle. Your family ruined my life. They will pay for what they did.”
She stilled at my words, her own anger slowly filling the room. “Be careful what you say to me, Dante. You know I’ll defend their honor to my final breath, even turn this delicious dinner into a knife fight.”
“You’d be dead before you could even grab your weapon.” I picked up my scotch and took a long drink. “Don’t underestimate me.”
“I don’t.” She might come in a small package, but she was packed with intelligence and strength. She proved to me that she was a formidable opponent. I knew it the moment I electrocuted her in the neck and she didn’t
stop running. Badass.
She turned her gaze down to her food. “Once you let your anger go, you’ll finally be happy.”
“I’ll never be happy. I’ve never been happy. I don’t even know what that word.means.”
“Because you’ve never given yourself the opportunity.” Even if I did, I’d been through too much. I’d suffered more than she could
understand. Living on the streets left me begging for food. People took advantage of my position and beat the shit out of me just to take the few euros I collected from strangers.
I toughened up at the age of twelve, learning to survive with nothing. Before I turned eighteen, I was a force to be reckoned with.
“You’ve had a nice life. A nice family. You’ll never understand what I’ve been through. You can’t even conceive of it.”
“Then show me.”
I finally loosened my hand on my fork and returned to eating. “You don’t give a damn about me and you shouldn’t. If given the chance, I would kill both of your parents right in front of you. So don’t waste any time pitying me or pretending to pity me. I hate you. You hate me. Let’s leave it at that.”
I fucked her later from behind, gripping both of her shoulders as I slammed my fat cock inside her. Despite the tense conversations we had that day, she was soaking wet and my cock was rock-hard.
We hated each other, but that didn’t stop us from wanting to fuck each other’s brains out.
The chemistry was natural. I desired her, and she desired me. She was the sexiest woman on the planet, and I knew she looked at me like I was the kind of guy she’d always wanted. If we’d met under different circumstances, at a
bar or a restaurant, we would have found each other.
And fucked just like this. She came around my dick twice, just as I intended. I wanted her to hate everything about me except my dick. I wanted my cock to have unquestionable power over her, to bring her to her knees every single time. I pumped my come inside her when I was finished, my white seed seeping out of her because there was too much of it to fit inside her.
I gripped her ass when I finished, my cock twitching at the very end. I let my length soften a little before I pulled out of her then lay on my bed. I stared at the ceiling, listening to the fireplace die out as my heartbeat slowly went back to normal. She lay beside me, keeping several inches between us so we weren’t
touching.
I didn’t kiss her that night. It was pure fucking, all carnal and passion. She broke the silence once our breathing returned to normal. “When are you going to let me go?”
I kept my eyes on the ceiling, my hand tucked under my head. “When I feel.like it.”
“My mother is going to call any day…”
“Don’t give a damn.” Now I wanted them to come after her. Once they were on the front steps, I would slit her throat. Killing her would be the perfect revenge, and now it sounded appealing once more.
But I knew I could never do it. There was something about Isabella that softened my resolve. I respected her too much to kill her. We needed more women like her in the world, women who could hold their own against a man twice their size.
If only my mother had been more like her, she might still be alive. Perhaps that was why I’d
become so fond of her. She told me she’d been kidnapped before and she got.away. Why couldn’t my mother have gotten away?
If she were alive right now, I’d be taking care of her. She’d have a nice house and everything she needed. But some asshole killed her and left her in a dumpster.