LOGINGianna’s POVThe reception was in full swing.A live band played from the corner, classical and elegant. The music drifted through the hall, turning the evening into something otherworldly.The long table was draped in white silk and covered with elaborate floral arrangements. We were seated at the head, positioned like royalty, overlooking everyone.I had been smiling all day. My cheeks actually hurt from it.Congratulations came from every direction. Mafia wives in designer gowns, their husbands in expensive suits, all offering well wishes and pledging their loyalty. Some seemed genuinely happy for us. Others wore smiles that did not reach their eyes, hiding disappointment as we accepted gifts and played the perfect couple.Every now and then, Dante’s hand rested possessively on my thigh beneath the tablecloth, hidden from view but impossible to ignore. His touch burned through the silk of my dress.I could barely think straight with him this close.And in the midst of all the laugh
Gianna’s POVThe priest’s voice echoed through the church.“Gianna Giovanni,” the priest continued, turning his gaze to me. “Do you swear your oath?”I swallowed hard, then spoke, my voice confident despite the pounding of my heart.“I am bound to you this day. Body, heart, and soul, till death. No other man will touch me. No other man will have me. I belong to you, in loyalty and in blood, forsaking all others. Till death parts us.”The words should have frightened me. They were a vow and a chain, beautiful and terrifying all at once. But as I spoke them, Dante slipped a ring onto my finger, a stunning diamond band that sparkled like captured stars.“Dante DeLuca,” the priest said. “Do you swear your oath?”Dante’s eyes never left mine as he spoke, his voice low and firm.“I am bound to you this day. Body, heart, and soul, till death. I will protect you with my life. I will defend you against all enemies. I will honor you above all others. I will treasure you, provide for you, and ke
GIANNA'S POV"Gianna, you're the most beautiful bride I've ever seen."Arielle's voice was full of genuine warmth as she stood before me, her eyes shining with emotion. She looked so much like Dante in that moment, the same intensity, the same piercing gaze."Thank you, Arielle," I said softly, reaching out to squeeze her hand. "That means so much to me."She beamed, then glanced toward the door as the wedding coordinator signaled. Time for her to walk down the aisle. She gave me one last smile before disappearing through the doorway.I turned to face Mira, my heart expanding. Her return had been a complete surprise.After the night I’d tried to escape, after she’d left with Bruno, she hadn’t come back. She’d been too afraid of Dante, too afraid of what my mother might do if she stayed. She disappeared, and for a long time, I didn’t know if I’d ever see her again.We talked for hours in my room while the estate buzzed with wedding preparations. I apologized for betraying her, told her
DANTE'S POVThe temptation was unbearable. I could take her right here, right now, against this wall. I could make her mine in every possible way. My cock was right there, pressed against her entrance, her body wet and willing and begging for it.But no.Not like this.Not against a fucking wall like some quick, desperate fuck.When I took her virginity, when I made her completely mine, it would be special. It would be something she'd never forget. Her first time would be perfect, in our bed, on our wedding night, when she was officially my wife. I'd take my time, make it good for her, show her what it meant to be loved by me.I pulled back slightly, repositioning so my cock was no longer threatening to breach her entrance. Instead, I let it slide up, pressing against her clit.Her eyes searched mine. “Why…?”"Not tonight," I said, my voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Not like this."“But….”"The first time I make love to you, you'll be my wife." I looked into her eyes,
DANTE'S POVI pushed just the tip of my finger into her slick heat, and she cried out in pleasure."You're so fucking tight," I growled, pushing my finger in deeper. "So perfect."She was wet enough that my finger slid in easily despite her tightness, her body welcoming the invasion even as it stretched to accommodate me. I pumped my finger slowly, feeling her inner walls flutter and clench around me."More," she begged. "Please, Dante, more."I added a second finger, then a third finger, stretching her further. She gasped, her head falling back against the wall. Her body resisted at first, so tight I had to work my fingers in carefully. But she was so wet, her arousal easing the way, and soon she was taking all fingers deep."Look at you," I said, watching her face. "Taking my fingers so well. Opening up for me even though you're so tight."I curled my fingers, finding that spot inside her that made her see stars. She cried out my name, her body jerking in my arms."That's it, prett
DANTE'S POVI knew Gianna was jealous. She needed reassurance after Augusto's stunt and overhearing Selene. And I was going to give her all the reassurance she needed because I did not want her to think I was just marrying her for her body. What I felt for her was deeper and stronger, even if I had not confessed it to her yet.I had no plans of taking a mistress or being with another woman. If that was what I wanted, I would have done it months ago. But her threatening to cheat on me with another man, the thought alone stirred a dark, possessive side I could not control."Gianna, do not push it." My voice came out low and dangerous. "If what I wanted was to be with another woman, I never would have asked you to marry me.""The only reason you want to marry me is to get revenge on my father." Her voice cracked. "Do not make this into some noble emotion of love."She was right. But what she did not understand was that my feelings for her had developed beyond revenge. Revenge was a part







