Chapter 22
Authors POV
Dante intensly stared at Elara with his dark eyes. Her heartbeat sped up and she started to panic a little. The man’s eyes were full of obvious desire and possession as he stare at her.
Dante leaned forward to kiss him but Elara looked away. Turned her head. While her grip tighted around him. He felt her hesitation.
Elara’s mind was a storms of emotions.
Was this why she had guarded herself for so long? Why she had never let anyone get too close?
She had saved herself, held onto the one thing that was hers alone,only to be handed over like a possession to a man who had never known restraint. A man who took what he wanted without a second thänight.
Her stomach twisted.
Would her first time be stolen from her? Forced upon her by a husband who saw her as nothing more than a possession or duty-bound wife?
A shiver ran down her spine at the thought. Her vision became blurred.
She
or feli Dante softly placed her on the bed. At this moment, she did not want to do anything. She just wanted to sleep
Dante who was staring at the strange behaviour of his wife. Suddenly tipped his long fingure under her jaw and forcing her to raise her head.
He frowned in surprise when he saw the pair of misty eyes. She just stared at him that way, without saying a word.
Teardrops rolled down her delicate and lovely face.
Dante never felt anything towards any woman’s tears.
He would even feel annoyed.
Even
n his sister had said numerous times that he was cold hearted and made of stone. That he couldn’t even console her.
But at this moment, he felt something tugged in his heart, Looking at his wife’s red eyes and sad face. He felt a bit distressed.
Almost without any hesitation, he apologized “What the hell women? Why the fuck are you crying? Did you get hurt or something?”
Dante never knew what it was like to panic.
But when Elara’s tears fell silently out of her eyes, he felt it for the first time. His fingers softly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.
But tear ept spilling out of her eyes, down her face.
The warm teardrops hit the back of his hand, burning his heart.
He started to think what must have happened” were you fucking got abused before?” He said as his eyes started to go red. But she continue ti cry as he rubbed his head with anboyence. Alter failing to coax the woman in his arms, Dante frowned, but sighed regretfully, holding her little face. With furrowed brows, he asked, “Tell me, what should I do for you to stop crying?”
In between her tears she said “Did you sleep with that women? Do you sleep around frequently!. I don’t want to give myself to a manwhore of a husband “She bite her lips. Regretting feeling so small and week infront of him.
Dante frown before his expression become furious. He glabbed her chin making her lips to pout Elara Romana. who the fuck are you calling manwhore. Mind your language.
* 1 will say this once Elara romano.so Listen carefully” He said in serious tone. Pulling her on his lap as he sat down on the bed. He ran his finger against her hair, his eye soften a bit. Making Elara to calm down a little.
“You’re the only woman who is and will be in my life until I die,” he murmured. “Since the day you put that knife to my throat, you’ve driven me mad. I can’t think about anything che. You’ve become my drug, Mrs. Elara Romano.”
Her pulse pounded against her skin.
She wanted to believe it was a lie some game he was playing. But
at his gaze told a different story.
“Elans,” he continued, his voice dark with promise, “you married a rich and handsome man “his smirk deepened as he watched her scowl “who will
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give you all the honor and affection you want in the future. Who will let the people harm you or our brother. You are safe with me”
protect you till my last breath. Its Dante Romano promise to his wife. I won’t
Dante leaned in, his breath brushing against her lips. “You are the queen of the Romano family” His fingers tilted her chin up, forcing her to look into his eyes. “And queens don’t beg anyway. They demand” With that he kissed her lips.
The kiss was not rushed, it was slow as if they are talking with their lips together. Elara felt her world sink in his kiss as she felt his arms going toward the chain of her dress
“Tell me want to you want me to do my queen” Elara moat in kiss.
“you want me to stop” He said in between the kiss. Making shiver rund
run down her body.
As the kiss grew deeper, they both felt the room temperature was getting Isigher. Their body respond naturally to the heat building up. They were in sync. “You looked breath taking in this Gorgeous dress. I wanted to rip that dress and take you right then and their women”
Elara’s breath hitched as Dante’s lips trailed down the curve of her neck, his fingers tracing the opening of her dress.
Her body trembled not just from his touch, but from the storm raging inside her.
This was happening
bante Romano the man who had been forced into her life, the man who both infuriated and consumed her, was undressing her like she was something fragile, something precious.
It confused her.
Shouldn’t a man like him be rough‘ Shouldn’t he take what he wanted without hesitation
But no he was slow, careful. As if he was giving her time, waiting for her to pull away.
Elara’s mind screamed at her to stop him, to push him away
Yet her body leaned into his touch.
His fingers brushed against her bare skin, and a shiver ran down her spine.
Dante paused, his lips hovering near her car. “Tell me to stop, Elara.
His voice was hoarse.
Elara swallowed, her nails digging into his arms as her heart pounded against her ribs,
Tell him to op
Tell him you hate him.
But the words never came,
Instead, she felt herself being pulled deeper into his warmth, into the way his touch set her skin
on
She had spent so long guarding herself, fighting for servivle everyone around her But now, with Dante holding her like this, whispering her name like she was the only thing that mattered she felt her walls begin to crack.
“I won’t stop if you don’t say it,” he warned, his lips brushing over her jaw.
Elara’s fingers curled into luis shirt. She feli vulnerable. Exposed
But for once in her life she didn’t feel alone.
She slowly lifted her gaze, meeting his dark, searching eyes.
“Dante she whispered, her voice barely audible.
His grip on her tightened. “Yes, wife!”
She hesitated. Her lips parted, but no words came.
Then, instead of answering, slae leaned forward, pressing her lips against his.
Dante groaned against her mouth, his restraint snapping as he pulled her closer, deepening the kis
It was a signal to not stop. She had given him paremmisation.
And now!
There was no turning back.
Dante’s lips lirushed her ear, his voice deep, possessive. “Thope you’re ready, wife because I don’t plan on stoppingt wund you forger every name
