Dead end

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ISABELLA'S POV

Antonio stood before me, his chest heaving, his hands balled into fists at his sides as if holding himself back from crossing a line we both knew would change everything. His dark eyes locked on mine, filled with a mix of longing and restraint that sent a shiver down my spine. 

"Tell me to leave," he said, his voice rough and low. "If you don’t want this, tell me now." 

I didn’t answer. My breath caught in my throat, my body betraying me as my feet remained rooted to the floor. I hated him. I hated that he’d left me, that he’d found his way back into my life only to stand here, making me feel things I swore I’d buried long ago. But more than that, I hated how much I still wanted him. 

“Shut up, Antonio,” I whispered, taking a step closer, my voice trembling but firm.

. “Just… shut up.” 

Before I could lose my nerve, I grabbed his shirt, yanking him toward me. His lips crashed against mine, hot and demanding, and the world around us disappeared. 

His hands were everywhere—on my back, in my hair, pulling me closer as if the space between us was unbearable. I gasped into his mouth, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. The fabric parted, revealing the hard lines of his chest, and my palms slid over his warm skin, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath my touch. 

“Isabella,” he murmured against my lips, his voice strained. “You’re going to ruin me,” he admitted, his hoarse voice coming out stuttered and broken.

“Good,” I shot back, my breath hitching as he lifted me effortlessly, pressing me against the wall. My legs wrapped around his waist, and I felt the hard evidence of his desire pressing against me through the fabric of his pants. 

He kissed me like a man starved, his mouth devouring mine with an intensity that left me dizzy. His lips trailed down my neck, hot and wet, and I tilted my head back, a moan escaping me as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin there. 

“You’re dangerous,” he said, his voice a growl against my skin. “And you have no idea what you’re doing to me.” 

“I don’t care,” I replied breathlessly, my fingers tangling in his hair as he kissed his way down to my collarbone. 

“I want this. I want you.” 

The words seemed to snap the last thread of his control. Antonio’s hands slid around the rough pads of his fingers trailing over my bare skin, sending sparks of heat racing through me. 

“Beautiful,” he said, the word barely more than a whisper. His hoarse voice had shot a vibration right from my brain toward my wet cunt as I grinded against him, rubbing the iver on his bare chest. Wanting more of his touch, himself. Just bloody more.

He lowered me onto the desk, the cool wood pressing against my bare skin. His hands traced the curves of my body, his touch gentle yet possessive, as if he were memorising every inch of my skin, mapping it out, memorising it.

When his lips found mine again, the kiss was slower, deeper, the kind that stole the air from my lungs and made my heart race. His hands moved to my waistband, his fingers stroking my lap pomsky until they found their way towards me.

Wet, warm, inviting for him to fuck... and he did.

He rammed  two of his fingers into me, the walls of my insides closed around it as he worked his way through, hitting me directly in my spot,

“Fuck. Antonio.” I'm out; it's too good, too much that it made me moan without.

I wanted this man; I loved him, and yes!!! I missed him; the kids were fooling around. He was a man with sexual experience. 

Part of it made my heart ache. He had bloody slept with lots of women by now, but I was quick to shove those thoughts aside. I shivered as the cool air hit my skin, but his warmth was quick to follow, his body pressing against mine as he leaned down to claim my mouth again. 

“You drive me crazy,” he murmured, his voice a mixture of frustration and desire. 

“Good,” I whispered, my hands tugging at his belt, desperate to feel more of him. 

Clothes disappeared in a haze of heat and urgency until there was nothing between us. His body covered mine, his weight grounding me, and I arched into him, needing him closer, needing everything. 

When he finally moved, the thrust  was sharp as he plunged into me  a perfect blend of pain and pleasure that had my nails digging into his back, my breath breaking in my throat. He stopped, his forehead pressed against mine, his dark eyes searching mine for any sign of hesitation. 

“You’re mine,” he said, his voice a low, possessive growl. 

“shut up. “  I shot back, my voice trembling as I pulled him closer. “But don’t think this changes anything.” 

His lips curved into a wicked smile before he claimed my mouth again, his movements growing bolder, more demanding. I matched him, meeting his fire with my own, and together we burnt, lost in a moment that neither of us could take back. 

When it was over, we lay tangled together, our breaths mingling as we fought to catch them. Antonio brushed a strand of hair from my face, his touch uncharacteristically gentle, and I hated the pang of emotion that surged in my chest. 

“You’re dangerous, Isabella,” he said again, his voice softer this time. 

“And you’re a fool,” I replied, my voice cold despite the warmth of his arms around me. 

Because even as I lay there, sated and breathless, I knew one thing for certain—this wasn’t love. It was my personal hell,  he was a man that could never be mine.

A buzz settled onto Antonio's phone, he stilled. Jolted away from my side in haste.his eyes scanned through the message,

I watched as he made his way across theroom wriggling into his clothes.

“Luca is here.” He snapped. Asserting in a curt tone, my gaze widened hearing those words 

He leaned in, setting a brief kiss on my lips before storming towards the door

“I'll get you out, I promise!” He whispered, slamming the door shut behind him, I in turn wrapped my clothes around my body, scanning the room for any evidence of sex.

The door flung open , Luca stood, his nose wrinkling up as he glanced around, the duvet hugging my body firmly 

His pace quickened. One minute he's by the door. The next minute he's slamming my back against the bed, a gun to my head closing his lips towards me.

“Who was it? The bastard who dared to lay his hands on you… think fast, and don't you dare lie to me Isabella”