Chapter 221: Isabella Had Served Her Purpose

He grabbed her hips and began moving again, the same brutal rhythm he’d maintained throughout. His thrusts were perfectly timed, each one designed to maximize her pleasure and her pain simultaneously.

The headboard was hitting the wall with each movement. The sound of skin against skin was loud enough that the neighbors could probably hear.

Isabella didn’t care. She was too far gone to care about anything except the feeling of being completely, utterly destroyed.

***

POV: DANTE

She was coming again.

Her third orgasm in the last five minutes. Her body was so responsive, so perfectly trained to respond to his touch, that she was practically vibrating with need.

Dante could feel his own orgasm building in the base of his spine. Could feel the pressure mounting as her pussy clenched around him.

But he held it back. Held on to control with the same iron discipline he held on to everything else in his life.

He wasn’t going to come until she had nothing left to give.

He pulled out of her suddenly and flipped her onto her back. His hand wrapped around her throat, a reminder of who held the power in this situation.

"Open your mouth," he commanded.

Isabella obeyed, her lips parting.

Dante thrust into her mouth, watching her struggle to accommodate his size.

She gagged. Fought the reflex. Tried to relax her throat to take him deeper.

"That’s it," Dante said, his hand still around her throat. "Take it. Show me how much you want this."

Isabella’s eyes watered, but she didn’t pull away. Just stayed there, letting him fuck her mouth with the same intensity he’d fucked her pussy.

Her hands clawed at his thighs, holding on for stability.

Dante could feel her throat contracting around him each time she gagged.

It was exquisite.

He held her there, controlling the depth, controlling the pace, watching her face as she struggled with the intensity of it.

After what felt like an eternity, he pulled out.

Isabella gasped, coughing, her throat raw, her eyes streaming with tears.

"Take me back into your pussy," Dante said. "Now."

She scrambled to position herself, and he was inside her again before she’d even settled.

The angle was deep. Impossibly deep.

Isabella cried out, her body already oversensitive from multiple orgasms.

Dante moved with purpose now, chasing his own release while using her body as the instrument of his pleasure.

Each thrust was a statement. Each movement was a claim.

She was his. Her body belonged to him. Every reaction she had belonged to him.

And when he came, it was with absolute possession.

He spilled inside her with a groan that came from deep in his chest, holding himself buried to the hilt, marking her in the most intimate way possible.

***

POV: ISABELLA

Isabella felt him come inside her, felt the warmth of his release, and something broke inside her chest.

This was all she had. This was all he would ever give her. Brutal sex and the illusion that it meant something.

She lay beneath him, unable to move, her entire body wracked with tremors that might have been aftershocks or might have been the beginning of a complete breakdown.

He held himself inside her for a long moment, his breathing slowly returning to normal.

Then he pulled out and stood.

Isabella watched as he moved across the room, completely unbothered by his own nudity, completely indifferent to the fact that she was still lying on the bed with his release sliding down her thighs.

He started getting dressed. Putting on his shirt and butting it.

"I...." Isabella started, her voice hoarse.

He held up one hand. "Don’t."

She fell silent.

He finished dressing and moved to the door without looking back at her.

"When will you come back?" Isabella asked, unable to stop herself from asking even though she knew the answer.

"When I feel like coming back," he said, the same thing he always said.

He left the apartment, closing the door quietly behind him.

Isabella lay in the bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling the aftermath of what he’d done to her still reverberating through her body.

She hated him.

But she also needed him in a way that terrified her, His dick is the only thing that has being helping her let go of Dimitri and not think about the rejection, Her drugs doen’t help much these days and only by letting him fuck her will she be able to retain her sanity for few hours.

But what she had absolutely no idea of is that every moment she spent with him was being documented. That her apartment was filled with listening devices. That every sound she made, every word she whispered, every sob she cried was being recorded.

That she was being used in a game between men she didn’t even understand she was a piece in.

***

Dante sat in the back seat while Luca drove, his phone already in his hand, already texting the Covenant contact.

Visit confirmed for next week.

The response came within seconds.

Excellent. Proceed with facility assessment. Timeline remains accelerated.

Dante set the phone down and looked out the window at Rome’s streets passing by.

Isabella had served her purpose. She’d given him access to the Russo family’s operations. She’d given him leverage. She’d given him information that would be valuable when the time came to make decisions about family loyalty.

And she’d given him pleasure. That was the bonus.

But her usefulness was approaching its expiration date. The moment Dimitri made his move, and something told Dante that move was coming soon, Isabella would become a liability rather than an asset.

The question was whether Dante would be able to get out before that happened.

Dante closed his eyes and let himself rest, knowing that the game was accelerating. Knowing that his visit to The Covenant facility next week would change everything.

Knowing that by the time Isabella finally realized what she was, it would be far too late to do anything about it.