Chapter 6. Dante’s Bloodlust

DANTE’S POV

Temptation is a certain woman called Isabella Giovanni, kicking me while I’m driving and then me pulling her to my lap to stop her from hitting her head. I’ve never been so worked up about a woman’s body before but fuck.

As soon as I had my hands around her waist, her boobs so close to my chest and her ass on my lap, I forgot all about the fact that she almost put us both in an accident and all I could think about was fucking her.

I guess that’s a normal reaction giving the fact that the woman is basically a walking temptation. I mean who is even built like that? She’s a literal goddess but she’s so fucking annoying and impulsive. Plus, she’s suicidal. Unlike other women who would kill to have my last name attached to theirs forever, Isabella would rather die than marry me.

I don’t know if I should take that as an insult or not. She sure is a handful and I have a feeling she’s going to give me a hard time. I took her to my place yesterday a