Dante &Isla's Toxic Love

Chapter 41: Dante & Isla's Toxic Love

The moment Isla ended the call with her brother, her hands trembled.

Alex had been the only family she had left, the only person she had fought to protect. And now, she had confessed everything—how Antonio DeLuca was dead, how Dante had killed his own father for her, how she had chosen to stay with him, not out of obligation, but because she loved him.

Alex had listened in silence, his breaths heavy on the other end of the line. She had expected anger, disbelief, even disgust. But when he finally spoke, his words had shaken her to her core.

"If he makes you happy, then I'll support you, Isla. But be careful. Men like Dante don't love like normal people. They consume."

Now, as she sat on the edge of Dante's massive bed, his scent wrapped around her like a possessive chain, she realized just how right her brother was.

Dante didn't love the way ordinary men did.

His love was a storm—violent, destructive, all-consuming.

And she was drowning in it.

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A Dangerous Obsession

The door creaked open, and she felt him before she saw him. Dante's presence was magnetic, dark, and suffocating. He leaned against the doorframe, his predatory gaze locking onto her.

"You told him." His voice was eerily calm, but Isla knew better.

She nodded, standing. "I did."

Dante's jaw clenched as he shut the door behind him. "And what did he say?"

"That he supports me." She tilted her chin up, defiant. "That he trusts my decision."

Dante chuckled, low and dangerous. "Then your brother is a fool."

Her stomach tightened. "Why?"

He stalked toward her, slow and deliberate, until there was barely any space between them. His fingers brushed against her jaw, tilting her face up.

"Because he should know better than to trust me." His lips curled into a smirk. "And you should too."

Isla's pulse pounded. She knew the truth—Dante had killed his father, not just for her, but because no one took from him. No one betrayed him and lived.

Even now, she could feel the weight of his obsession. He owned her, but he didn't trust her.

And it drove him mad.

She tried to step back, but his grip tightened. "You're mine, gattina." His voice was like silk wrapped around steel. "But that doesn't mean I won't destroy you if you betray me again."

Her breath hitched. "And what about you, Dante? Can I trust you?"

His expression darkened. "No."

A chill ran down her spine, but it wasn't fear she felt—it was something far more dangerous.

Excitement.

Lust.

Madness.

She should have run.

But instead, she grabbed his face and kissed him.

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Steamy Chaos

Dante growled against her lips, shoving her back onto the bed. His weight pressed down on her, his heat searing into her skin.

"Is this what you want?" he rasped, dragging his teeth along her throat. "To be ruined?"

"Yes."

Her dress was ripped away in seconds, the sound of fabric tearing lost beneath her moan. He didn't bother with slow touches or teasing. He took.

Hard. Deep.

His fingers dug into her hips as he flipped her over, forcing her onto her hands and knees.

"You think love will save you, gattina?" His voice was a rough whisper against her ear. "You think I'll ever let you go?"

She gasped as he thrust into her, stretching her, filling her completely.

"No," she panted.

He gripped her throat from behind, pulling her back against his chest. "Say it."

She met his gaze in the mirror across the room, her reflection wild, wrecked, and completely his.

"I belong to you," she whispered.

Dante's grip tightened as he pushed her to the edge. "Damn right you do."

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A Dangerous Truth

Hours later, as she lay tangled in the sheets, Dante traced his fingers along the bruises he had left on her skin.

He didn't apologize. He never did.

Instead, he whispered, "I don't trust you, gattina."

She turned to face him, exhausted but sated. "Then why keep me?"

His eyes darkened. "Because if I can't have you, no one can."

Her heart clenched. She should have been terrified.

Instead, she pressed a kiss against his chest, sealing her fate.

She had made her choice.

And now, there was no escaping Dante DeLuca.

Ever.

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End of Chapter 41