Warm and sturdy, Dante’s muscles are like a wall of steel that I couldn’t fight against and knowing it was useless to fight against him made me want to fight him even more.
“You’re not a brat, princess, so stop with the pouting and the silent treatment. You’re allowed to be mad at me over earlier but you’re not allowed to ignore me.”
My elbow wiggles free as I slam it into his ribs, the satisfaction I get as he groans out and I smirk at the way he aches, not nearly enough but something. I’m satisfied to have caught him off guard.
Before I could try at another hit the doors are opening and Dante is spinning me, letting me enter the penthouse.
His fingertips brushed the skin of my forearm as I kicked off my shoes, already pushing towards the bedroom as I hear Dante following me, close on my heels as his anger started to fill the room.
Tension thick between us as I refuse to make eye contact or any conversation with him.
Fuck Dante.
“Ilaria.”
My name comes out tight, the last strings of his sanity tied to it as he watches me start to strip down.
I’m sure that as I slip out of my clothes, only in a lacy burgundy bra with matching panties he didn’t know what the hell was going on.
Mixed signals were almost as good as mixed drinks when you wanted to fuck with someone.
“Ilaria.”
My eyes land on his as I reach behind my back, unclipping the hooks and letting my shoulders come together as the bra falls between us on the floor.
Dante’s eyes slip down as he sucks in a breath and I find myself licking my lips as I slip my thumbs into the string, hooking into my panties, bending over so I can let them fall to the floor with the matching bra.
It’s the first time I’m naked with a man in a bedroom and I wish I was doing it for reasons that weren’t heavily based out of spite and vengeance.
Spite and vengeance are like my air. I’ll do anything, prove any point just to spite someone. And now Dante will learn that the hard way
But his mood is melting, laced with confusion as he stands on the other corner of the bed, booking at me as I’m naked in front of him, thinking about what my next move is going to be.
“You handed me to your cousin when the only person I needed was you.” His eyes snap up from where they were taking in my body, realizing that I was still upset with him and that my current lack of clothing wasn’t a peace offering for him to have, “I was scared, Dante. I was scared and confused and I trusted you to be there for me but you weren’t.”
I step forward, the sway of my body taking his eyes from mine for just a second, but he was quick trying to look me in the eyes and ignore the way that he was thinking with his dick again.
All men think with their dick when you let them and it’s the greatest weapon to use against them.
“Principessa, let me-”
“Francesco told me he could be my husband. And do you know what else he said to me?” I interrupt him, feeling like his voice and his excuses sound like nails on a chalkboard. “He said he would fuck me if he had the chance. That he would bottle up his cum and my blood when he popped my cherry to give to you as a wedding gift.”
The way that Dante’s hands make fists, his eyes suddenly alive as he watches me, the anger there as he holds onto his last sense of self. But I’m not done. I’m going to break this man and I’m going to enjoy it.
“Ilaria-”
“I’m feeling sore. I need to take a warm bath. Francesco said that would help.”
And there it is.
The snap in his mental state as what I’m saying hits him and he starts thinking about what I just said to him. Thinking about how he had left me alone with the devil that was his cousin and how he was going to have to pay for it.
I turn, expecting Dante to reach out and pull me back but the bathroom door closes and I sigh as I lean against the door, locking it.
Like a gorilla being caged I listen to Dante lose his mind. The sound of things breaking, the growl in his throat as he hurts like I had earlier.
Good..
I was getting my revenge.
28DANTE
Iblink as Ilaira turns around, trying to make sense of what she just said to me. Putting together the puzzle of her words as my heart thundered in my chest and then it all snapped in place.
One of my strengths is being able to control myself but what Ilaria has just said to me took away any control that I had as I let the red wash over me and blind me as destruction took over and my emotions came out as violence.
Francesco was a dead man.
Not only was I going to cut off his balls but I was going to filet his cock and feed it to him, cut it piece by piece and make him choke on himself, keeping him alive until he consumed the only thing he loved.
How dare he speak to Ilaria like that?
How dare he take a moment when I needed him to be good but he turned himself into a villain.
There was no way he actually had sex with Ilaria.
