MasukGianna's POV Dante settled between my thighs, his weight supported on his forearms. Instead of pushing inside, he gripped himself at the base, dragging the thick head through my folds. I gasped at the sensation, my hips jerking upward. "Patience," he murmured, repeating the motion. The blunt tip grazed my clit, sending sparks of pleasure through me, then slid lower to circle my entrance. "Let me get you ready." "I am ready," I protested, but my voice came out breathy and desperate. "Not quite," he said, gathering the wetness pooled at my entrance and using it to coat his length. He stroked himself slowly, spreading my arousal along every inch. "You're still swollen from last night. I need to make sure you can take me." The sight of him touching himself, slick against my core, made more wetness seep out of me. He continued the torturous glide, the head parting my folds, teasing my entrance before sliding up to bump against my sensitive clit. "Dante," I whimpered. "Please..." "
Gianna's POV Dante carried me back into the room. He laid me down on the bed with surprising gentleness, his eyes never leaving mine. "I'm going to make you forget your own name," he rasped, his voice rough with promise. The intensity in his gaze made my breath hitch. It was hungry and possessive. "That's a bold claim." "Is it?" He smirked, that devastatingly wicked smile that made my stomach flip. "We'll see if you're still talking back in ten minutes, pretty doll." "Ten minutes?" I raised an eyebrow, trying to maintain some composure even as heat flooded through me. "Someone's confident." "Five, then," he growled, climbing onto the bed and caging me beneath him. "Since you want to be a smartass." Before I could respond, his mouth was on mine, swallowing whatever witty comeback I had been preparing. The kiss was consuming, his tongue sweeping against mine with devastating thoroughness. His teeth caught my lower lip, tugging gently before soothing it with his tongue. I melt
Gianna's POVLater that evening, Dante and I were back in our room, standing on the balcony. The sun was beginning to set, casting everything in shades of gold and amber.He stood behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist, and I relaxed against his chest, looking out over the beautiful estate and the trees beyond.It was peaceful and perfect.But my mind would not stop racing."So," I began casually, trying to keep my tone light. "What did you and your uncle talk about?"I felt Dante stiffen slightly behind me, though his arms did not loosen their hold."I guessed it was about me," I continued when he did not immediately answer. "He does not trust me, does he?"Dante sighed, his breath warm against my hair. "He can be difficult.""I understand," I replied, and I meant it. "He is looking out for you. I do not blame him for being cautious.""Gianna..."I turned in his arms so I could look up at him. "It is okay, Dante. Really. I get it."But Dante's expression was serious. He cupped m
Dante's POV"He would not get the chance," I countered firmly. "But even if he did, it would not matter. Gianna chose us over Lorenzo the moment she married me. She understands what that means."Cesare studied me for another long moment. "You are absolutely certain? Because if you are wrong, if she betrays us to Lorenzo, it will not just be your life at stake. It will be all of Arielle and everyone who works for you."The mention of my daughter's name made my chest tighten. I would never knowingly put Arielle at risk. Never. She was everything to me, my light, my reason for continuing when the darkness threatened to swallow me whole.But Gianna...I thought about the way she had looked at me when she declared how much she loved me, the fire burning in her eyes as she promised me her loyalty. Maybe it was foolish. Maybe it was a reckless decision. But with every part of me, I believed her.Lorenzo could manipulate all he wanted. He could play on blood, on guilt, on fear. But what he co
Dante's POV After lunch, I excused myself from the living area, catching Cesare's meaningful glance. I already knew what he wanted to discuss. I found Gianna and Vera deep in conversation, laughing about something I had missed. The sight stirred an unexpected warmth in my chest. "Gianna, pretty doll," I said, brushing my hand across her shoulder. "I need to speak with my uncle for a moment." She looked up at me, those beautiful eyes searching mine. "Of course." I could see the hint of uncertainty there, the slight tension in her shoulders. She knew what this conversation would be about. I followed my uncle into his study, the heavy door shutting behind us. Cesare moved to the bar cart without a word, pouring two fingers of whiskey into crystal glasses. He handed me one, then settled into the chair behind his desk with a low chuckle. "Never thought I would see the day." He shook his head as he took a sip of his drink. "Dante DeLuca turned into a lovesick puppy. So soon, too."
Anna's POVAn hour later, we were finally dressed. I wore a soft cream dress, and Dante had chosen dark slacks and a fitted black shirt that hugged his muscled frame perfectly.My hair was still damp, curling wildly around my shoulders, but I had given up trying to tame it."Hungry?" Dante asked, his hand finding the small of my back as we headed toward the door."Starving," I admitted. "I think we burned about a million calories last night."He smirked. "At least. Come on, let's feed you before you fade away."We made our way downstairs, his hand never leaving me.My legs still felt shaky, my body deliciously sore in places I had never been sore before.Dante kept his hand on the small of my back, guiding me with that protective touch I was growing addicted to.As we entered the dining room, Vera looked up from where she sat at the table, a knowing smile already playing on her lips."Well, well," she exclaimed, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "We thought you both wouldn't come dow
Dante's POVGianna stood there, still holding her ground, exactly as I expected. This was her way of telling me she was rebelling, that she wouldn’t be controlled, that I couldn’t just dictate her every move.“You really can’t help yourself, can you?” she asked, defiant. “Always giving orders, alwa
Dante's POV"Everything's about possession with you." Gianna tried to shake her head, but my grip held firm."Always, amore mio. Always."Her glare didn’t hide it, the faint glint of want flashing in her eyes.I released her chin and reached for a plate, beginning to fill it. "What would you like?"
Gianna's POV There was so much more. Emotions I couldn't name, couldn't voice, couldn't even fully acknowledge to myself yet. But I forced out what I could, what I knew was true. “That's how I know, I wouldn’t hurt you like that, Dante. Not that way.” His eyes flashed with a series of emotions, s
Dante's POVGianna looked so small standing before me, the sheet pooled around her waist, revealing parts of her inner thighs.I couldn't stop staring at what I'd done to her body.My fingers traced every mark, every bruise, every evidence of my loss of control. Faint red marks scattered across her







