Chapter 49 I promise
Dante POV
When I returne to my place, Isabella was in my bed. She wasn’t asleep, but she was playing a game on her phone. Her eyes followed me as I walked inside, and she set the phone on the nightstand. She looked at me but didn’t say anything, obviously angry by the way I spoke to her when I left.
I grabbed my bag and tossed my clothes inside. She couldn’t hold her silence anymore, not when she realized what I was doing. “Where are you going?”
“I have a job. I’m leaving for Russia.”
“Right now?” she asked incredulously..“Yes. Right now. I’ll be gone for a few days. I’ll leave my key, so you can come and go as you please.”
She sat up in bed, her hair pulled over one shoulder. She looked sexy making.herself at home in my bed, lying on the side of the bed that I usually took. “You’re off to kill someone?”
I stuffed the last of my things in the black leather bag and zipped it up. “Yes.”
She crossed her arms over her chest, turning judgmental. “My target raped my client’s daughter.” I didn’t have to explain myself. I didn’t have to justify what I was doing. But I wanted her to know that, to know she shouldn’t feel bad for my victim..He deserved to be my victim. Her arms returned to her sides. “Oh…”
“I expect that painting to be done by the time I get back.”
“You can’t rush art.”
“But I can rush you.” I pulled the strap over my shoulder then approached her at the bedside. My guns were on the second floor, away from my living quarters, so Isabella wouldn’t have access to them. I stared at her slender neckline, wanting to sprinkle kisses everywhere before I left, but I knew I should leave. I had a plane to catch. “Don’t call me. I won’t answer.”
“Alright.”
I wanted to lean down and kiss her goodbye, but that felt too domesticated. I.usually kissed her when I left, but now that I’d seen her in my shirt, everything felt different. It seemed like this was more complicated than just a master and a prisoner..She stared at me, like she was thinking the same thing. I finally had the strength to turn away and walk to the door.
“Dante.”
I stood at the doorway, still gripping the strap of my bag. I didn’t want to turn around, I didn’t want to look at her. I just wanted to walk off like she meant nothing to me but I turned around anyway. She moved to her knees then pulled the purple nightdress over her head,
revealing her gorgeous tits, sexy curves, and beautiful skin. Her dark skin looked good under any light, but right now, it looked especially stunning. Fucking kissable.
“You’re just going to leave without saying goodbye to your baby?”
I never got so hard so fast in my life. My bag dropped to the floor with a thud, and I pulled my shirt over my head. This woman wanted me and was pretty much begging me. My assignment didn’t seem important anymore, not when her tits looked that gorgeous and her nipples were so hard. Her little belly was
calling to me, asking for my kisses. I kicked off my shoes then dropped my pants. Bits of clothing dropped on the floor until I reached the bed buck naked.
Isabella grabbed me by the arm and pulled me on top of her, her legs immediately circling my waist and her fingers running through my hair. Her mouth was on mine, and she kissed me like a woman who didn’t want her man to leave. My cock found her pussy like a magnet, and I slid inside her, greeted by her arousal.
“Apologize to me.”
I was so hard inside her, oozing from my crown because I was so turned on. I oved being the master, keeping my prisoner in line. But when she became sassy, needy, it hit the right spot. “I’m sorry, baby.”
“Don’t ever leave like that again.”
“I won’t.”
She kissed me hard, her hips rocking with mine so she could take my cock hard and fast. “Promise me.”
I was sick of making promises. I was tired of making exceptions for her. I was pissed at myself for bending all the rules for her. She was still alive because I allowed it, and I was buried between her legs right this very moment because she made me weak.
Our relationship had turned into this combustive explosion of intense chemistry that made both of us stupid and irrational and made us despise each other more at the same time. I hated her because of what she did to me. And she hated me for making her feel so much shame, for enjoying the feeling of her enemy’s cock deep inside her.
But I made another promise to her, a promise I would keep because I was a man of my word. “I promise baby.”