Chapter 71 She own me
Dante POV
“You underestimate me, baby.”
She rolled her eyes. “Your stubbornness will get you killed. I guess if I wait long enough, it’ll happen on its own.”
“Judging by your reaction to my gunshot wound, you wouldn’t be too happy about that, would you?”
She shot me a glare before she stormed off. “I’ll pass on dinner, but I’m going out anyway.”
I followed her into the hallway. “You aren’t going out without me.”
“Watch me.” She went into the bedroom and opened her closet. She grabbed a backless black dress with black heels. She wasn’t going out dressed like that not without me. She changed her outfit, pulling on the skintight dress and heels. I changed into slacks and a dark blue collared shirt, one of the nicest things I owned. I had a few suits, but I hardly ever wore them. She fixed her hair and freshened her makeup. “I’m going out alone,
Dante. I need to get some fresh air for myself and I want to get away from you.”
“Either we go together, or you don’t go at all.” I pulled on my dress shoes and tied the shoelaces before I rose to my feet..She eyed me up and down, checking me out but doing her best to hide it. “What’s it going to be, baby?”
She walked out of the bedroom, her luscious ass shaking. “Fine. But let’s go somewhere low-key.”
“I know just the place.”
I took her to one of the most expensive restaurants in Rome, a place with a three month waiting list. I’d never been there without the restaurant being packed, crowded with people who’d traveled all the way across Europe just to try their exquisite delicacies. I didn’t have a reservation, but that didn’t matter.
No one said no to me, so we sat at a table in the corner, a low burning candle in the center.
Drinking wine was more appropriate for a place like this, but I refused to drink anything but scotch. She would have wine, something from her family’s winery, no doubt and she did.
The waiter returned with the drinks then took our order before he disappeared. “So much for low-key,” she said as she looked around. “I wanted to take you somewhere nice.”
“Why?”
My eyes moved down her body as I drank my scotch. “Because you look like that.”
“So if I dressed like a hag, we would have gone to a street restaurant?”
The corner of my mouth rose in a smile, loving her smartass attitude. “Would you rather go to a street restaurant baby?”
“If no one recognizes me there, then yes.”
I glanced around the restaurant. “No one knows you are. So you can calm down.”
“My father knows a lot of people in the wine business. If they see me here with some big guy, they might pass it along to my father and if they say your name is Dante then I’m in deep shit.”
“That would work out well for me.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Not everyone knows me by name, more by reputation. So even if that did happen, I doubt they know who I am.”
She released the breath she was holding, like that made her feel a little better. “But you shouldn’t be so ashamed of me. I’m the best looking guy in here.” I grinned, knowing that arrogant comment would only make her anger
rise. “We both know you are but that’s not the problem.”
My smile disappeared, surprised by the words that flew out of her mouth. She said it with such conviction, like she wasn’t thinking before she spoke. I knew she was attracted to me and I didn’t need to listen to her say that to know it was true. Her wet pussy told me everything I needed to know but listening to
her say it so effortlessly made my cock start to harden in my slacks. She took a long drink from her wine, like she regretted what she’d just said. I watched her from across the table, transfixed by her beauty. She wasn’t just the most beautiful woman in the restaurant, but the most beautiful woman ever to have walked in there. Now she sat across from me because she was mine. Her halter top revealed the deep plunge of her cleavage, the gorgeous
olive skin that begged for my tongue. Her hair was pulled back elegantly, revealing the nice contours of her face. She had rounded shoulders, toned from using her arms so much in her work. I couldn’t see her legs under the
table, but I knew they looked absolutely stunning tonight and she was all mine.
I drank from my glass, my lips savoring the liquor. I imagined pouring it directly onto her pussy and drinking it all away. I imagined my wet lips sucking her nipples until they were raw. She said she needed to get out because she felt trapped in my apartment but I felt trapped when I couldn’t fuck her whenever I wanted.nShe held her glass as she looked around at the other tables, staring at the
couples and families as they enjoyed their dinner. She chose a glass of red wine, a dry blend to complement the steak she ordered. Her eyes turned back to me, and she set her glass down. “What?”
I didn’t blink. “Why are you staring at me like that?”
“You know why.” My eyes were doors to my thoughts, and my thoughts weren’t difficult to decipher, especially when they were so plainly written onnmy face. I wasn’t a complicated man, and my thoughts were simple. There
were only a handful of things I thought about, and there were even fewer things I thought about when it came to Isabella. Everything was reduced to sex and violence. She drank from her glass and brushed off my comment subtly, pretending it didn’t affect her as deeply as it really did but we both knew she loved to be the object of my obsession. If I went home with a different woman, it would kill her. The jealousy would eat her alive, and she’d lash out at me, fist flying. If my wound became lethal, she’d beat me too. We despised each other, but we were both being forced to face the hard truth.
We couldn’t live without each other dinner was served, and we ate in silence, not exchanging conversation the way most people did. Isabella and I could say nothing at all, and we’d be at the same level of comfort. An exchange of eye contact was more than enough. She needed to get out of the apartment, but it resulted in the same situation. We didn’t care about anything around us but each other. We didn’t speak to anyone or even make eye contact with the waiter. She stared at my
body like she couldn’t wait to dig her nails into my muscles, and I did the same.