Chapter 62 Jealous
Dante POV
“But only one of us is going to survive. Who do you think it’ll be?”
She looked so small on my couch, her long legs tucked toward her body and her dark skin so soft and beautiful. She made herself at home, like a pet that kept me company. A more beautiful woman had never been here, had never sat on that couch and looked at me like that. “Honestly, I think we’re both going to die at the end of this. Who goes first…I’m not sure.”
I listened to her say it so pragmatically, and that made me respect her. Death was a part of life, and there was no getting around it. The best thing to do was to accept it with dignity, to greet death as an old friend. “I think you’re
right.”
“You’ll kill me first but my family will make you suffer for it.”
“You have so little faith in yourself?” I questioned. “You don’t think you could do it?”
She looked away. “I’ve obviously proven that I can’t do it…”
So did I, i could have killed her two months ago, but she was still here. She was still breathing. She was still in my bed every night, taking my dick and my come. She was the only woman I’d had by my side for this long. She
was the only one who managed to keep me entertained, keep me interested. The sooner I killed her, the sooner I’d have my revenge against the Conti but the idea hadn’t crossed my mind. I kept telling myself I would kill her but was I lying to myself?
“So…three whores at once?” She gave me a look full of accusation and disappointment.
So she had been listening. I didn’t deny it, having no shame in what I’d done. “Yes.” I held her gaze, not backing down and not making apologies..“I’m surprised you pay for sex. You don’t seem like a man who needs to.”
“I don’t but I like it.”
Now her look changed, the anger coming through. “I like sex as a transaction. It’s fun and then it’s over.”
“After what your mother went through, I’m surprised you would resort to that.”
“That’s exactly why I do it. I treat them well, and they have a good time.”
She turned away, her eyes brimming with suppressed rage. “Jealous?”
“No,” she spat. “I’m just afraid you’ve given me something.”
“I’m clean and you know it.”
“Are you sure?”
“A hundred percent.”
But she still looked angry, still pissed off.
That’s how I knew I was right. “You are jealous.”
“I’m really not.”
I couldn’t stop myself from grinning. “Is it because they were whores?
Because I’ve been with a lot of women, if that makes you jealous”
“It’s because there were three of them…at once.”
I tried not to gloat, but that was nearly impossible. “And why does that bother you?
"Being with three women isn’t much different from one, she sighed through her teeth. “Shut up.”
I grinned wider. “This is killing you.”
She finally got off the couch and stormed down the hallway toward the bedroom.
“’Night.”
“Baby.” I followed her, enjoying this way much more than I should. She was afraid I would kill her and her family but she was actually jealous of me being with other women. She was jealous the way I was jealous, the way I got
angry when I imagined her in a bar while men stared at her. I watched her tracker that night because I didn’t want her to go home with anyone else. If she did…I didn’t know what I was going to do.
I followed her into the bedroom and saw her pull down the sheets. She ignored me, pretending I wasn’t there. I leaned against the doorframe and crossed my arms over my chest. “Baby.”
“Just shut up, Dante. I’m going to sleep tonight.” She turned off the bedside
lamp. I walked around the bed until I was standing over her. “I’m not going to lie, I’m really enjoying this.”
“Yeah, I can tell.” She turned over and faced the other way. I leaned over her and pressed kisses to the shell of her ear. I breathed into
her canal before I spoke. “I’m a very jealous man when it comes to you…and I’ve never been that way before.”
I could feel her relax underneath me, those words meaning something to her. I waited for her to turn back to me, to give me her full gaze.
“They were before you.”
“And has there been anyone after me…?” She hated herself for asking the question. I could feel it. I kissed her ear again. “You know the answer to that, baby.”
“I want to hear you say it.”
I kissed her neck and her jawline. “Only you.” I grabbed her chin and turned her gaze on me. “Alright?”
“Alright,” she whispered. “I was staring at your tracker that night because I was worried you would go home with some other guy. And if you did…I was probably going to kill him.”
Her fingers wrapped around my wrist as I held on to her chin. “There’s no one I wanted to go home with…”
“I know. I know you only want me.”
Shame flooded her gaze. “And I only want you,” I whispered. I’d never said that to a woman
before. I’d never been monogamous my entire life. I hadn’t even been with one woman for more than a few days. But I’d been fucking Isabella for a couple months, and I felt like we were just getting started.
“Then it’s just you and me?” she whispered.
“Until this is over…?” Her hands moved underneath my shirt and felt the muscles of my body. We didn’t have a lot of time together, and I didn’t want to spend that time in between another woman’s legs. I only wanted to be with her, and I certainly didn’t want to share her.
“Yes. Until this is over.”