Prologue
Dante’s POV
Perched up on my elbow beside her, I watch her eyes move under her lids while she dreams. I gently brush her long dark hair behind her shoulder to let my eyes roam over more of her.
When I decided to take her hostage; I didn’t plan on falling for her. I didn’t even think that I liked her all that much. Hurting her to get to my brother, that’s why I took her.
I planned on breaking her down, to make her miserable. She would be here just long enough to make my brother pay back what he owes me.
I planned to ruin her in the meantime. I knew it would take time to tear down her walls, but I’d use her all up before sending her back.
So, if that was the plan; how the fuck did I get to this place, where I don’t want to let her go? Where did I go wrong? If I can figure that out, I can stop these feelings and send her back the way I promised her.
She stopped asking to go home like I asked. Honestly, I didn't think she would. I had thought that maybe she figured out it wouldn’t get her home any sooner by asking. Now I’m wondering if she feels the same way I do. Maybe she doesn’t want to leave. Part of me feels giddy thinking she would choose me over my brother. How I’d love to see the look on his face if she were to choose me. And then, the look on her face when I tell her I don’t want her will surely be one of hurt, and shock.
Dropping my eyes from her peaceful face, guilt fills my chest. I think it’s guilt. I’ve never felt guilty about any wrongdoing in my life before.
Not liking the feeling, I decide it’s best if I get away from her.
As I start putting my clothes on, I can’t stop looking at her. Every curve, and line on her body is fucking perfect; and I’ve touched and tasted every inch of it. I succeeded in my plan. I ruined her. I ruined her chance at a perfect life, and a perfect marriage with my brother.
Fuck him and fuck her. That’s what I tell myself as I look back at her one last time before I shut the door behind me.
It’s time to remember why this all happened in the first place. Time to send her back to nothing. Time to get back to who I am. Play time is over.
