Isabella
"Hey Bella, you're going to the club, right? Why are you wearing that?" My best friend Bria spoke, rolling her eyes as she looked at my clothes. I was just wearing a simple T-shirt and jeans—what's wrong with that?
"Nope, you're not wearing those," she said firmly.
"But Bria, I'm comfortable in my clothes," I protested. I really don't like crowded places, especially clubs. I only agreed because she had asked me so many times with those puppy eyes.
"Please, Bella, my dear Isabella, don't embarrass me, okay?" Bria pleaded as she walked towards her wardrobe and pulled out a dress.
"Here, wear this," she said, handing me the dress. I nodded reluctantly and went to change.
When I came back after changing, Bria's eyes widened, and she whistled at me.
"Wow, Bella, look at your figure! Who are you hiding it for?" She teased, making me blush.
Dante POV
I found myself tucked away in the corner, clutching my gun tightly, waiting for that bastard to take the bait so I could finally exact my revenge. He had the audacity to steal from me, and now he would have to face the consequences.
With a gulp of whiskey burning down my throat, I kept my eyes fixed on the door, anticipating his arrival. But then, amidst the tension, my gaze was drawn to her.
A fiery redhead with baby blue eyes that seemed to pierce through the darkness.
Her red locks cascaded down to her waist, accentuating her every move. Clad in a sleek black dress, her figure was nothing short of enchanting. I couldn't help but imagine the feel of her curves pressed against me, the softness of her skin under my touch.
Her breasts were a temptation I couldn't resist, her waist begging to be held as I took her. And those thighs-thick yet smooth-enticed me beyond reason, imagining them wrapped around me as I lost myself in her.
My lips instinctively moistened as I glanced down, feeling the stirring of desire coursing through me, my arousal evident as it hardened at the sight before me. And then, as if fate itself intervened, our eyes met.
There she was, radiating an innocence that only fueled my desire further. She wasn't even drinking, simply sitting and chatting with her friend, oblivious to the danger lurking around her.
But as her friend coerced her into dancing, I couldn't bear to watch her discomfort as the lecherous gazes of other men bore into her. Without a second thought,i walked toward her and I closed the distance between us, my hand finding its place firmly on her waist.
Isabella POV
"What are you doing all alone here, princess?" His voice, near my ear, sent a wave of heat through me, making me blush.
"I-I'm not alone. I was with my friend," I stammered, unable to meet his gaze.
"Look at me when I talk to you," he commanded, his tone stern as he lifted my chin with his strong, yet gentle hands.
I couldn't help but blush even more as I met his gaze. "What are you thinking, princess?" he smirked, his eyes locking onto mine, distracting me with thoughts of his tempting lips and the hint of stubble adorning his jawline.
"Y-your hand is so big," I blurted out nervously, feeling the heat rising in my cheeks.
He smirked, his confidence evident. "I have something even bigger. Would you like to see, princess?"
My heart pounded in my chest as I felt a mixture of excitement and shyness wash over me. "Y-yes," I managed to reply, my voice barely above a whisper.
In the next moment, I found myself pulled with him. As he led me into one of room upstairs in VVIP area, the door banged shut behind us, adding to the tension in the air.
