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Claimed By The Mafia Devil Chapter 32
DANTE’S POVI pulled away from her gently, even though every cell in my body screamed to stay.When I stood, she caught my hand, her fingers small and trembling.“Are you okay?” she asked softly, her eyes wide and full of worry.I hated that the moment got ruined. I hated that I had to walk away from her again when all I wanted was to keep her close and kiss her until the world disappeared.I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers, slow but firm. “I need to check on the warehouse,” I murmured. “I’ll be back soon.”Her grip tightened. “I’m coming with you.”I frowned. “No, Isabella. You’re staying here.”“I don’t feel safe here,” she said quickly, shaking her head. “Not after what you just told me. What if—”I sighed and looked away for a moment. She wasn’t wrong.The Black Veil Killer had made his move again, and if he really was targeting her, I couldn’t take chances.The house was heavily guarded, but that didn’t mean anything anymore.Even though part of me still suspected her fam
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ISABELLA’S POVIf he kissed me again, I knew I wouldn’t stop him.I wanted him. God help me, I wanted my husband.His breath brushed against my lips, warm and unsteady, and I could feel him, hard and wanting, pressing beneath me. Every muscle in his body was tense, like he was holding himself back with the last bit of control he had left.My skin tingled where his fingers touched, tracing slow, lazy circles along my thighs.When I’d heard his cousin Luca talking about women and clubs, I’d wanted to scream. I didn’t even know why I cared so much. Men like Dante always cheated. They lied, they betrayed, they took what they wanted. That was the world I’d been thrown into.My father cheated on my mother multiple times. Before my wedding day, I had seen her crying. When I went to her and asked what was wrong, she told me that my duty was to give my husband children, not ask about his women outside.But I didn't want that kind of marriage. I wanted one that my husband would be loyal to me.
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DANTE’S POVI led Luca up the stairs, his shoes echoing against the marble floor. He kept looking around like he was in some goddamn museum.“Nice place,” he said, his tone light, eyes darting from the paintings to the long hallway. “You’ve done well for yourself, cousin.”I didn’t respond. I just pushed open the door to my office and walked in.The room smelled like leather and smoke. My father’s old cigar box still sat on the shelf, untouched. I walked to the cabinet, grabbed a bottle of whiskey, and poured a glass for him.“Where’s yours?” Luca asked, raising a brow.“I don’t drink at night,” I said simply.He chuckled. “Still disciplined, huh? Some things never change.”Before I could reply, the door opened and Fred stepped in quietly, setting a steaming cup of coffee on the desk.“Thanks,” I muttered. Fred nodded once and left, closing the door behind him.Luca took a sip of his whiskey and looked around again. “You’ve got tight security out there,” he said, swirling the drink in
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DANTE'S POV.I told myself I'd take control back but when I picked her up and placed her on the kitchen counter, all my control vanished. All I wanted to do was taste her. So I did. She tasted sweet, like nectar and I was instantly obsessed. My tongue rolled around her sensitive bud as I pinched the other nipple with my hands. And when she moaned, the sound went straight to my dick. I traced kisses, leaving hickeys all over her chest and stomach and then, I placed my nose between her legs and groaned. She smelled like home. When I looked up, her eyes met mine. She looked so beautiful, laying naked on the kitchen counter for me. For her husband. The woman that was supposed to marry my brother, now my wife. I couldn't help but smirk at the irony.My lips found hers in a soul shattering kiss. She rested against the counter with her arms. When I leaned back, I looked straight at her pussy and I couldn't help but use my finger to pack up her juices and I placed the finger in my mouth,
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ISABELLA’S POVWhen he left me standing there, pressed against that wall with my heart pounding and my body still trembling, I couldn’t even breathe properly.The bastard.He had touched me, kissed me, made me feel things I didn’t want to feel—and then he’d walked away like it meant nothing.I pressed my back against the door after he left and shut my eyes. My pulse was still racing, my lips still tingling from his kiss. My legs felt weak. I hated how my body responded to him. I hated that part of me wanted more.“Get it together, Isabella,” I whispered to myself.I stormed into my room, slammed the door, and threw my heels aside. The silence inside was deafening. My reflection in the mirror looked like someone else entirely—cheeks flushed, hair wild, eyes darker than usual.I groaned under my breath and began to undress, piece by piece. The gown slid down my body like silk water, pooling at my feet. I stepped into the shower and turned on the cold water, letting it run over me. Maybe
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DANTE’S POVWhen Isabella had held my hand at the gala, staking her claim without a single word, I couldn’t help but smirk.Clarissa was an old flame. A mistake from another lifetime. But the way Isabella’s fingers tightened around mine, the quiet possessiveness in her eyes, it stirred something dangerous in me. Something I hadn’t felt in a long time.She would deny it, of course. She always did.But I saw it. The jealousy. The fire. The unspoken truth that beneath all our hatred, something else was growing.And it terrified her.As much as it thrilled me.Because for every time she said she hated me, her eyes told me another story. And every man who looked at her tonight made me want to carve their eyes out with my bare hands.When we returned home and she stormed inside, heels striking the marble like gunfire, I followed. I didn’t even think about it—I just did.She could pretend she wasn’t jealous. But I’d seen the way her jaw clenched when Clarissa spoke. The way she held on to me
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