Twenty One

Isabella

A knock wakes me way too early.

I feel to damn sleepy because last night I stayed up late after Dante's double orgasm fest, thinking about his promise. Am I so weak as to sleep with the man who has kidnapped me? The man who wouldn't let me go home?

No, I am strong. A De Luca. We are not weak and we are not quitters. So as attracted as I was to Dante, I had to resist him.

"Signorina, are you awake?" It was one of the staff.

"Yes?"

"Signore requests your presence for breakfast."

What the fuck? Did he think he could just order me around because he made me come twice? "Tell him I'm sleeping."

The door opens and the maid peeks inside, her eyes apologetic. "He said you might say that, and to tell you that if you are not downstairs in ten minutes he will come up and get you himself."

The sad part was that he would absolutely do it, the stronzo.

"Fine." I was starving anyway. "But tell him I need fifteen minutes."