Chapter 81 She’s the Don’s beauty.

Chapter 81 She’s the Don’s beauty.
Isla’s POV.

“We’re having a wedding,” Dante announced, closing the distance between us.
“Ahh? A wedding?” I squealed.
Dante lifted me into his arms like I weighed nothing.
“We haven’t had a wedding, I want to give you a real wedding.”
That never crossed my mind, not until he had said it.
He carried me to the coach and placed me on his thighs, in the living room.
My arms slid across his neck, pulling his head closer to mine.
His hot breath brushed my temple as a moan slipped my throat.
“It’s too early for this, Dante. I have work to do.”
“It’s never too early for the both of us, sweetheart.” He said, brushing his lips on my neck.
My hands pulled him closer, our bodies pressed into each other.
“What if someone sees us?” I tried to bury my face on his chest.
Dante smiled, brushing my hair with his hand. 
“I sent them out, it’s just the two of us here.”
Dante always had this habit of being touchy, he never cared about the environment.
And I’d get shy, I wish I had that confidence like he did.
He slowly lifted my face to his, our eyes locked with each other.
For a moment, we didn’t look away, my heart sank.
God, his eyes were pretty. His lips were tempting.
If someone had told me he would be the one I was willing to spend my life with?
I’d laugh it off. 
I recalled rejecting him, I recalled hating him even when I never got to know him.
Sometimes, you shouldn’t judge a book by their cover.
Dante Romano, the most dangerous man in the city, the man no woman dared to come close to.
But here I was, on his thighs, looking into his eyes like my life depended on it.
Here I was, wanting him to touch me, my body ached uncontrollably for him.
Whenever I got to think about it, I would try to shake it off.
I had once called him the devil, Don. 
He moved first. His lips crashed into mine.
The way we kissed each other, like it was our last.
We didn’t let go of each other. 
His hand moved to the lower of my back, and then to my thighs.
A sob rippled off my throat as I gasped for air.
My hand slid to his pants, unhooking his button.
“You’re not wearing panties?” He moaned into my mouth.
His dick shot out, already painfully hard. 
He slid his hand into my entrance as heat pooled through my thighs.
“Ohh… god. Yes.”
“So fucking wet, honey.” 
Dante thrust his cock into me in one go, my pupil rolled backward.
My hands lifted to my mouth, but he held them halfway.
“Don’t. I like it when you scream, honey.”

The shower was a cold one. We were sweating after a long sex.
My whole body was sore, I couldn’t walk steadily.
“You didn’t go easy on me, god, my whole body hurts.”
“Thought you wanted it rough.” He teased me.
We both burst into laughter. “I never thought I’d be doing this with you, Dante.”
“Why not? I never imagined that too. Maybe I misunderstood your intentions and hated you for no reason.”
My hands clutched on the bathtub as my legs rubbed on his chest.
“I’ve always called you the devil, Don. People had always seen you as a dangerous person, no one dared to come close to you.”
We yelped. 
“Really? If I didn’t act that way, people would walk over me. I just had to make them afraid of me.”


The wedding preparation started early. Josie assisted with the decoration.
Damian sent gifts. 
Dante had wanted to make the wedding a remarkable one, but I had insisted on making it just a simple one.
Just family, friends, and business partners.
Simple white silk gown, two pairs of shoes, and light makeup.
I wasn’t a person who likes extravagant, simple and elegant.

Walking toward the aisle felt different this time, unlike the last one.
Dante stood at the altar. Velvet suit, hair slicked back.
There was a flicker of warmth in his eyes, like he couldn’t wait to claim me.
Gasps rippled over the building as people cheered.
“Do you, Dante take Isla as your lawfully wedded wife, in…”
Without hesitation, “Yes, I do.” Dante said.
“Do you, Isla, take Dante as your lawfully wedded husband for sickness and in health…”
Of course, a smile tugged at my face. “Yes, I do.”
We both exchanged our rings.
“You may now kiss your bride,” the steward said.
Dante pulled me forward as his mouth found mine.
Another gasp rippled in the building, people clapped, some cheered.
“Oooowwww, easy man,” Damian said, cheering.
Dante lifted me off the ground as we walked into the crowd.

That was how I ended as the Don’s beauty.