Chapter 53 Only You
Isabella POV
With the gun resting on the nightstand and the large man still in my bed, I went into the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. I found his t-shirt on the way, so I pulled that over my head and let it touch my knees. Ten sizes too big, it
wasn’t flattering to my curves at all, but it was the most comfortable piece of clothing I’d ever worn in a long time.
Probably because it smelled like him. I watched the coffee pot work the grinds to produce the caffeinated liquid as I stood at the counter, thinking of last night. Thinking of the way I put that gun to his headbut didn’t shoot.
I didn’t fucking shoot. He told me to but I didn’t. He reminded me of all the reasons why I should and he knew there was a good chance I would actually do it because I’d shot him before with the intention to kill but I turned soft and set the gun down.
Maybe it was because he was in between my legs. Maybe it was because his mouth was mine. Maybe I was too attached to him to actually blow his brains out. I decided this was the only way out of my situation, the only way I could protect myself and my family.but I didn’t do it. Maybe if he never said anything, I would have pulled the trigger. Maybe if he’d kept kissing me and wasn’t aware of the barrel near his skull, I would have talked myself into doing it but hearing him coach me to do it, feeling
his cock get even harder with the threat of violence upon him, just confused m.and now my chance was gone.
The coffee was done, but I continued to stand there, wearing his t-shirt with the sunlight coming through the window. He was asleep in the other room, the gun still sitting there. I could walk back in there and kill him now but I knew I wouldn’t. Footsteps sounded behind me, his weight making the floor creak in certain places. The sound became louder once he entered the kitchen. I could feel his stare the second he was in the room. He stopped for a long time, just staring at me. I didn’t turn around. I didn’t want to look at him. I didn’t want to face the shame of my weakness.
He came behind me and placed his large.hands on the backs of my arms. He stood there, breathing down on me like a tiger that just cornered his prey. I stayed absolutely still, my heart beating in my throat because I was both scared and nervous. After a night like that, I didn’t know what would happen
between us. I didn’t know if he would punish me for the attempt or if he would be disappointed I didn’t do it. He slowly turned me around, forcing me to meet his gaze head-on.
I didn’t want to look at his handsome face, to see the arrogance and the possession. I didn’t want to see the victory in his eyes. Not only did he keep me as his prisoner, but he had a prisoner that was too weak to kill him. I never felt more pathetic in my life. He lifted me onto the kitchen counter and stood between my legs, his strong arms scooping me and holding me against him. My countertops were high, so
it brought me to eye level with his gaze.
Gently, he leaned in and kissed me on the mouth, giving me a good morning kiss that was softer than all the others he gave me.
Then he rested his forehead against mine, his eyes looking down at my lips. “I hate you.” My hands slid up his arms until they gripped his biceps. “I do…”
“I know, baby.”
“I wish that I killed you. I wish I could do it.”
“I know that too.” He kissed the corner of my mouth. “I don’t know why I didn’t…” My eyes shifted down because I was too embarrassed to meet his gaze. I’d never been filled with such self-loathing. If.my father knew what I did, he would be disappointed in me. “I was going to kill you and keep that painting. Getting rid of you is the only solution to my
problem. I’m ashamed of myself.” I closed my eyes, unable to take that icy stare. His fingers went to my chin, forcing my head up.
I opened my eyes and looked at him again. “I couldn’t do it either, baby.”
“Why?” I whispered. His fingers slid down my neck, right over my pulse. “Seemed like a waste to me. You’re so smart, strong, beautiful…so much potential. You have more
strength than most men I come across. Every woman should be raised the way you’ve been raised. Maybe if my mother had more of your qualities, she would still be alive right now.”
Anytime he mentioned his mother, I felt a twinge of sadness. It was the one characteristic that humanized him. He loved his mother and never cared that she was a prostitute. Other people would turn their backs on their mother or daughter for resorting to that livelihood, but Bones never judged her for it. It made me respect him.
“Why didn’t you kill me?”
I didn’t have an answer for that. “I…I don’t know.” The only way out of this mess was to kill him, and I passed on the opportunity. I should have a stronger reason for letting him live, but I wasn’t sure what that reason was. Maybe I thought it was a waste too, that Dante had the potential to be something more. “I think this…” My hands moved to his shoulders, and I squeezed him. “Stops me from thinking clearly. I fall into you, and I don’t think about anything else.