Chapter 38 Frightened Isabella
Dante POV
I dropped the bullets into my jacket pocket by the door then sat on the couch, rubbing my palms together. Isabella was the kind of woman you should never underestimate. She was getting more acquainted with my power as time went on. She only had more reasons to be scared of me. But that didn’t deter her.
The only way to save her family without getting them involved in the situation was to kill me. And she intended to make that happen. I could be angry, as any normal person would be. But I wasn’t normal. I was fucking hard. I loved her fight and her spirit. If she were under torture, she would hold up a lot longer than men twice her size. She had a determination that couldn’t be snuffed out, not even by a man like me. That forced me to respect her.
Which was hard to do. To me, respect wasn’t given freely. It was earned. And she fucking earned it. She never truly submitted to me. She kept up the battle, silently. She wouldn’t stop until she reclaimed her freedom and her safety. She enjoyed fucking me, but she didn’t allow that to cloud her judgment. She kept them separate, viewing me as both a man and a monster. Once I waited long enough, I walked into the bedroom. She stood up in the red lace panties and the matching push-up bra. She put on the red pumps I gave her, and they fit her petite feet perfectly. Her dark skin
looked great against the bold color, the color that reminded me of blood. With her makeup done that way and her lips painted the same color, she looked like the kind of woman you only saw in a fantasy.
My eyes trailed up and down her body, worshiping the gorgeous woman standing before me. Her nipples pressed into her bra, and she shifted her.weight because she was provoked by my stare. She wanted me as much as I wanted her, and when she felt my intense expression, it made her feel more
desirable..Exactly how I wanted her to feel. I stood in front of her, just inches away, and breathed onto her face. I didn’t touch her, drawing out the anticipation for as long as possible. I purposely didn’t kiss her, saving the best for last. When her lips were on mine, we
created a firestorm. The chemistry was hotter than an open flame. When I was inside her, it was like throwing gasoline on top. And then we exploded.
My fingers wrapped around her neck, and I felt her pulse against my fingertips. It was much slower now that her family was gone and safe, but it still beat hard against her skin. I could feel it reverberate against my fingertips. I brushed my lips against hers again, dragging them gently across her flesh. I didn’t kiss her, but I let our mouths touch. I let the fire stretch between us, listened to the bonfire of chemistry begin to crackle. Her hand went to my forearm, and she gripped it as I held on to her neck. Her lips were parted slightly, and she breathed onto my lips, her excitement infectious.
I was torturing myself, and I was torturing her.
I wanted to make her want me, to make her beg me. She was just scared a minute ago, but now her desire had bubbled to its full level. She turned into a woman who wanted a man. Our physical relationship seemed to be different from our sinister one. As long as her family was far away from me, she could feel her pussy ache for me. She could allow herself to yearn for my kiss. “On your back.” I released her neck, feeling myself stirring in my jeans because it was anxious to feel that slickness. The longer I made her wait, the wetter she would be. I hadn’t even kissed her yet, but I knew her pussy was pooling with moisture. I could excite my woman without even touching her.
She followed my command and moved to the bed. She got on her hands and knees first and crawled up the bed until her head was near the pillows. She turned over and lay down, her knees together and the tips of her heels pointing into the mattress. I opened her nightstand and pulled out the black leather belts I hid inside. She immediately eyed them, her face growing suspicious. “What are you
doing with those?”
My knees sank into the mattress, and I grabbed both of her hands, choosing not to answer her. She jerked her hands away. “What are you doing? You aren’t tying me up.”
“I’m doing whatever the hell I want, baby.” I grabbed both of her wrists with a single hand and pinned them over her head. “Because you’re mine. I own you. You can fight me the whole way, but we both know how this is going to end.”
“I said no.” She tried to move from underneath my size, but I was far too heavy for her. “You think no means anything to me?” I stared at her with ferocity before I took both belts and wrapped them around her arms like snakes. I crossed them above her wrists then attached them to the headboard. “Stop.” She tried to buck me off with her hips. She threw her entire weight into it, doing everything she could to move me. I locked the belts in place, so now there was nothing she could do even if she
got me off her. “dante, I mean it.” She tried to command me with her expression, but it wouldn’t work. It didn’t matter how beautiful or how angry she was. Nothing would change what was about to happen. “Untie me now.”
I held my body on top of hers, I was nearly breaking through my zipper because I was so damn hard. She was scared, and she was pissed a perfect combination. “No.”
“Yes.” She tried to jerk her body one more time, but it only shook the mattress and didn’t affect me at all. “Why do you need to tie me up? I’m
willing. I’m here. I put on the lingerie, and I’ll fuck you like I always do. Now take them off.” A thin film of moisture coated her eyes. Not from sadness but frustration. “What are you afraid of, baby?”
“I just don’t like this. I don’t like”
“Feeling powerless.”
When she turned quiet, she confirmed my assumption. I pressed my forehead to hers. “You will always be powerless with me. So
you should just get used to it.”
“Please let me go,” she whispered. “I’ll do anything you want…”
I kissed the shell of her ear then dropped kisses along her jawline toward her mouth. “You need to trust me.”
“I’ll never trust you,” she hissed. “You’re the last man in the world I trust.”
I grabbed her neck and forced her to look at me head-on. Then I leaned in and kissed her, finally.