Chapter 21 Used To Her
Dante POV
Isabella turned on her side then propped herself on her elbow, looking down at me as her hair fell toward the sheets. “What’s your real name?”
I turned my head slightly toward her, my eyes looking at the beautiful woman staring down at me. “You know my name.”
“I know that isn’t the real one, though.”
“It’s the only one you need to know.”
She scooted closer to me until her leg was tucked between mine and her hand was on my chest. I just filled her with pussy with so much come, but when she touched me like this, it sent another wave of pleasure through me. Her skin was so warm, and her fingertips felt so soft against my hard chest. Her hair fell down toward my face, so my fingers slid through the strands and kept it pinned back.
I could stare at this woman forever. Sometimes, when I looked at her eyes, I forgot her roots. I pretended she was no one, just woman I stumbled upon during one of my adventures.
My eyes moved to her shoulder, to the scar that was still slightly fresh. It was obviously a bullet hole. I noticed it the first time I saw her naked on the blue plastic. In that moment, I intended to kill her, so I never asked about it.
“What’s this from?” My hand grazed over the injury, feeling the slight bumps. “When I ran from that guy, he shot me.” She talked about her past with simplicity, like it had no hold over her anymore. She wasn’t in emotional distress or suffering from post-traumatic stress. She was accepting of her past, even the ugly scar that destroyed the softness of her skin.
I raised my head and kissed the skin, kissed the scar tissue like it was her lips. “I’m sorry.” I returned my head to the bed, my fingers still gliding over the area. “You shouldn’t be sorry.”
“But I am.”
Her hand moved to my arm, to the area where she shot me with her bullet. “I want to apologize for shooting you, but I can’t…” She ran her fingers over it, where the ink had been destroyed because the bullet pierced the skin.
“I don’t expect you to. You did the right thing.” My hand glided down thensteep curve in her back to her ass. My hands were obsessed with her body, obsessed with touching her. I gripped her ass cheek then slid down her long
leg. “But you should have aimed better and killed me.”
She smiled slightly. “I don’t know if I agree with that. You didn’t kill me, after all”
“Doesn’t mean I won’t.”
She held my gaze, her confidence shining like a beacon. “I don’t think you will.”
I wanted to tell her she was wrong. I wanted to force her to her knees on the floor and execute her right then and there. I could shove her hand into the fireplace and watch her burn alive. It wouldn’t be my first time. But I kept my
mouth shut and didn’t say anything, knowing I would look like a fool because I wouldn’t follow through with it. “You’re a smart woman, baby. It’s one of the things I like about you.
So don’t drop your guard around me. Don’t
assume you’re safe with me. Because if the time comes when I need to end you, I want you to fight me every step of the way.” Her eyes hardened as she stared at me. “I never said I felt safe around you I’ve never dropped my guard. And if there ever comes a time when I can be free or betray you, I will.
But that doesn’t change what I said. I don’t think you’ll kill me. In your heart, you know I’m not guilty of the crime my family inflicted on yours. I wasn’t even alive at the time, and neither were you. I’m an innocent woman who was just in the wrong place at the wrong time…like your mother.
I find it hard to believe you would do something like that.”.When you possessed as much hatred as I did, nothing was logical anymore..Everything was about bloodshed and revenge. Innocent people died every day
in the crossfires.
Isabella was no different. “All is fair in love and war.”
I was hard when I woke up every morning, my big dick lying against my stomach. It happened every single day since I hit puberty. And now when I woke up, Isabella was cuddled right into my side. When she fell asleep, she
was always at the far end of the bed. But she always got cold in the middle of the night and migrated her way toward me without even realizing it.
I took one look at her, her face well rested after a long night of sleep, and rolled her to her back. The second I saw this beautiful woman beside me, I wanted to be buried inside her. It was how I wanted to get my morning started
every single day, giving my come to Isabella Conti.
She stirred as I moved her but didn’t wake up fully. She was used to doing this every morning, now her legs spread automatically, and she hooked her arms over my shoulders and held on.
I sank my cock inside her, moving slowly until I was sheathed to my balls. My face moved into her neck, and I started to thrust, pushing my dick inside her over and over. She was wet in the morning, probably because her body was getting used to taking my cock at the same time every day.
She moaned with me, her throat still dry from being asleep. I loved fucking her like this, half asleep. My cock was more sensitive in the
morning, so she felt even better than usual. I grunted with my movements, smelling her hair. My body rubbed right against her clit because my body rested on hers, so I usually made her come in record time.
She loved morning sex as much as I did. She clawed at my back and moaned directly into my ear, quieter than usual but still climaxing hard. Her teeth sank into my shoulder and her pussy tightened around me, begging my cock to give her the seed she loved so much.
I came right after, finishing us both off in less than two minutes. I dumped all my come inside her before I rolled over onto my back again. My eyes closed, and I caught my breath, still reeling from the orgasm I just had. Fuck, I could do this every day.
Isabella turned on her side and snuggled into me, her pussy full of new come and the come from last night. Damn, she was always full of me. Her arm wrapped around my waist, and she rested her head on my shoulder. My fingers slowly dragged down her side, feeling her smooth skin. My fingertips were callused, but I could still feel her intimate details. She sighed against me, satisfied and relaxed.
“Morning…”
“Morning.”