Chapter 75 She Saved Me
Dante POV
I opened my eyes and saw the commotion around me there were two of the four
henchmen dead, and the others were trying to identify where the shots were coming from.
A bullet hit one of the two in the left eye, sending them crumpling to the ground as their brains flew out the back of their skull. The man standing behind me on my left jerked when a bullet pierced his chest. He fell back, his body landing on the coffee table and shattering the platter that had once belonged to my mother.
The fucker was all that was left, he pulled his pistol out of his harness and aimed. I pushed my body forward and knocked him over, making him hit the ground and drop the gun.
Isabella pinned it under her bare foot and kicked it behind her. She stood in the black teddy and garters I’d asked her to wear, looking downright sexy while holding the shotgun in her hands. She marched over to him and pointed the barrel right in his face. “Move, asshole. I dare you.”
He lifted both hands into the air in surrender.
I got to my feet and found a knife in the kitchen. I slit the cable tie in half and let the knife drop to the floor before I walked back to the entryway, seeing her still standing on top of him. Him wasn’t nearly as brave as I was. Sweat marked his forehead, and he heaved with his deep breathing. His hands shook, and he pleaded under his breath, his whispers sounding like incoherent phrases. “Baby, what are you waiting for?” I grabbed his pistol off the ground before I stood over him. She stepped back and righted her shotgun. “He’s all yours.” She kept walking back, her bare feet hitting the hardwood floor until she was a safe
distance away. “Make him pay for what he did to your mother.”
I held the pistol at my side, more entranced by this woman who took down four armed men by herself, headshots to almost all of them, than by my nemesis on the floor. All she’d had to do was keep quiet and hide somewhere,
and all of her problems would have disappeared. But she’d risked her life to save me. The monster who kidnapped her and like a wet dream, she killed my enemies in the lingerie I asked her to wear. Her hair was around her shoulders, and her heavy makeup made her eyes look dark and lustrous. This was a fantasy I never realized I had and it was reality.
I turned back to him and raised my gun right at his face. He put his hands in front of his face. “Look, there’s gotta be”
I shot him in the face twice and once in the chest. His body went limp, the blood pooling in a puddle on the hardwood floor, his eyes were wide open, and his hands fell to the floor beside him. His suit was ruined, and now he was a dead corpse in the graveyard of his men. I stared at the face of my enemy, at least, what was left of it. My mother finally avenged, and more importantly, this guy couldn’t hurt anyone else. The leader of the gang was killed, along with his top men. I’d killed the rest of them on the street, so hopefully that wiped out most of the organization. The barrel was empty, so I tossed the gun on the ground, hearing it make a loud thud once the metal clanked against the floor. The silence was somehow louder than the sound of gunshots. It was louder than my frantically beating
heart. I’d thought I was going to die just minutes ago, but now I was standing over my enemies all because of her.
She set the shotgun on the floor, no longer wanting to touch it now that everyone was dead. She could have let me die. She could be free right now but she saved me. I turned to her, speechless for the first time in my life. I didn’t know what to say. I was enemies with this woman, and she was enemies with me, but wenmanaged to look the other way in light of the connection that stretched between us.
I could feel that connection now. She stared at me, her chest rising and falling hard because the adrenaline hadn’t passed yet. She didn’t have a drop of blood on her, but I had it
splashed on my collared shirt. I unbuttoned it before I let it fall to the floor. Then I moved to her, my eyes set on her just the way they were when she shot me in the snow. She did
something so ballsy that I couldn’t stop myself from wanting her. She did something that impressed me, and I wasn’t the kind of man who was easily impressed.
My hand slid into her hair, and I kissed her in a way I never had before. Itbslow and sexy, and my arm wrapped around her waist to keep her as close tome as possible. I breathed with her, the adrenaline emerging for a whole different reason entirely. I wasn’t scared of anything but I was scared of this woman. I lifted her into my arms and carried her down the hallway, our kissing commencing because nothing was going to slow them down. My cock was so
hard in my slacks, so hard it actually hurt. I needed to be buried inside this pussy. Not later after the bodies were dumped. Not after I explained to Rex what had happened but now.
I dropped her on the bed and pulled her black thong down her gorgeous legs. She worked my slacks, getting them undone so my cock could be free. They weren’t pushed all the way down because neither one of us wanted to wait that long. I parted her legs then sank inside her, my cock sliding through her wetness until I was completely buried within her. I should thank her for what she did, say something about what just happened. But there were no words to describe how I felt about it. This was the only way I could express myself. She moaned when she felt all of me, her nails clawing deep into my back, she grabbed my ass and pulled me deep inside her, breathing against my mouth as she took all of my cock. She rocked back into me, taking my thick length with the same enthusiasm. My hips thrust over and over, and my body began to slicken in sweat. I
wanted to come but I never wanted this to end. I wanted to stay just like this, my hard cock buried inside this gorgeous pussy. I wanted to be connected like this indefinitely, to share this heat. Nothing else seemed to matter except the two of us because nothing was as important as the two of us.