Chapter 30 Best Ever
Isabella POV
“You’re my prisoner, and I own you,” he said simply. “Yes, that’s how this works.”
“I’m leaving tomorrow morning, and that’s the end of the story.” He grinned even though nothing about this was funny. “I like making you mad. It’s fun.”
I smacked him in the chest, feeling his hard body not even flinch. “Fuck you.” He chuckled even though I hit him pretty hard. “Alright, I’ll let you go.”
“Let?” I hissed.
“It’s so easy…”
I smacked him again.n“When will you be back?”
“I don’t know. A few days after Christmas. Do you have plans for the holiday?” It didn’t seem like he interacted with anyone on a daily basis. I didn’t see him take phone calls or messages. Michael seemed to be the only person he had.
“My crew and I will go out drinking our tradition.” “Who’s this crew?” “Some of my buddies. We do business together.”
Killing people. “I see…” A part of me pitied him for not having a family to spend the holiday with. Going out and getting drunk seemed terribly depressing. I would go to a big house stuffed with people, and we would drink wine all day and open presents. Even Gabriel shared the holiday with us, getting more presents than anyone.
He was a grandfather to me. “Don’t feel bad for me.” He turned back to the TV. “I hate that shit.”
He was right. I shouldn’t feel bad for him. He wouldn’t be alone if he valuedrelationships and didn’t hang out with murderers. With looks like that, he could have found a nice girl a long time ago, had some kids, and started his own family. “I don’t.” “Good.”
I could feel his hard dick underneath me. It came out of nowhere, and it seemed like his dick was hard all the time. It didn’t matter if we were fighting or if we just screwed fifteen minutes ago. He always seemed ready for the
next round. “How is your dick hard like that all the time?”
He grinned like I just paid him a compliment. “If it bothers you, make it go away.” I rolled my eyes. “My dick really likes you, baby. You’re his favorite.”
“I’m so flattered…”
He chuckled. “You should be. He’s a lot pickier than you realize.” “When you’re with other women, you wear a condom, right?” Because if hevwent bareback with everyone else, I was in for some serious trouble. “That’s a personal question…”
“And I have every right to ask. Wouldn’t you want me to use a condom?” “You won’t be sleeping with anyone else.”
“Uh, what?” I asked. “You said I could see other men.” “Yeah, you can,” he said. “But you won’t. No other guy will live up to me, so you’ll just be disappointed. And if you do, you’ll just think of me the entire time. Trust me.” “I’ve had good sex before.”
He shook his head. “Not like you do with me.”
I smacked his chest. “Do you ever get sick of being so fucking cocky?” “Nope.”
I smacked him again. “I like it when you hit me, so keep it up.” I knew he was being serious because his cock got a little harder, so I stopped. “I really hate you.” “You hate me because I’m right.”
He was right. I’d never been with a man who made me come apart like that. I’d never been with a man who took me so confidently. His dick was huge and while it hurt sometimes, it felt so damn good. He knew how to kiss a
woman, how to handle a woman. He made me feel so good that the idea of being with someone else really did seem pointless. I liked handsome and confident men, but even my best partner wouldn’t compare to Dante. He gave me the best sex of my life.
“You never answered my question.” “Baby, I always wear a condom. I’ve never fucked a woman skin-to-skin before. Just you.” “What?” I asked in surprise. “Really?”
“Yeah. I’ve never been with the same woman long enough to justify it. But with you, it’s a different story.” That made me feel better. It was unlikely I would catch anything then. “But
you don’t know if I’m clean.” He chuckled. “Women like you are clean.” “And how do you know?” “Because you’re smart.”
“I’m fucking you, aren’t I?” I countered. “And that’s the smartest decision you’ll ever make.”
“It’s never been a decision.” It was kidnapping, plain and simple. “You’re lying on me right now, aren’t you? My dick is hard but you like
feeling it against your clit. Yes, it’s a decision. And you make your choicebevery single time.”
“Have you ever” “I’m sick of all this talking.” He grabbed me and turned me over, forcing my
back against the couch and my head on the armrest.
He moved me harshly, treating me like a doll rather than a person. He pulled the front of his boxers down so his cock could come out. Instead of getting my underwear off, he
ripped them in half like a caveman. He folded one leg against my body, pinning it to the back of the couch, and then he moved on top of me, his big body pressing me into the cushions. He shoved his cock inside me hard, sliding through my wetness. “Always so fucking wet.” He pressed his forehead to mine, the back of my leg against his shoulder. He inserted his arm behind my knee, keeping me spread wide apart so he could fit his fat cock inside. My body was always wet when he was around, ready to take him at any time.
We were fucking around the clock, like newlyweds on their honeymoon. My pussy needed to be prepared to take that big dick at any time. I stopped feeling ashamed because the truth was crystal clear. He knew it. I knew it.
One arm wrapped around his neck while my other hand clawed at his back. He thrust into me hard, dominating me on the couch and fucking me like he hadn’t had me in weeks. He panted and grunted, working his body hard to
give me all of his cock from the crown to the bottom of his shaft.
I bit my bottom lip and stared at his face, watching the concentrated expression as he examined my reactions. “You love my cock. Say it.” He pushed me harder into the couch, keeping my body still so he could ram me harder.
When I didn’t cooperate, he ground his hips harder, hitting my clit with perfect pressure. Shit, my legs were starting to shake. “Say it, baby.”
My fingers moved up the back of his neck and into his short hair. My nails clawed at his skin, slipping on his sweat. “I love your cock.”
He didn’t smile in arrogance, but his eyes intensified in arousal. “I love this cunt. Best fucking pussy I’ve ever had.”