INICIAR SESIÓNGianna's POVA shiver ran through me, a mix of both fear and arousal."I get it. No more jokes about other guys.”"Good girl." He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear.I couldn't help it. I chuckled, the sound slightly breathless from the way he was holding me."You still think all of this is funny?""A little," I admitted, my smirk widening. "You're super jealous. Even after last night. Even after you literally shot Mateo for me."My amusement faded slightly as reality crashed back in. The gunshot and blood. Dante’s cold fury as he defended my honor without hesitation, even if it meant blowing the deal with Roberto and ruining his chance of finally capturing my father. It was surreal and also terrifying.I shifted in his arms. "Speaking of which, that was adorable in a completely insane, caveman kind of way. But Dante, you can't just shoot people because they say things that piss you off, even if it's about me."I reached up to cup his jaw, holding his gaze. "You need to con
Gianna's POVMorning light slipped through the curtains, spilling across the room and pulling me awake.I felt him before I fully woke, his large body wrapped around mine, his arm heavy and possessive across my waist, his breath warm against my neck.His hand moved first, trailing up my arm in a slow, lazy caress.Then his fingers threaded through my wild curls, pushing them aside so he could press his face into the crook of my neck.I felt him inhale deeply, breathing me in like I was oxygen itself."Good morning, pretty doll."A sleepy smile tugged at my lips. "Good morning, husband."The word husband seemed to ignite something in him.His arm tightened around my waist, and suddenly he was pulling me deeper against him, molding my body to his like he could not bear even an inch of space between us."You're so beautiful in the morning," he murmured against my neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin there. "Hair wild, skin flushed, wearing nothing but my scent and these marks I lef
Gianna's POVDante shook his head, his jaw clenched. "I don't want to keep hurting you.""Please," I begged, rolling my hips to meet his next careful thrust. "I want more. I need more. Don't treat me like I'm fragile."His hand cupped my face gently, his thumb stroking my cheek. "You're not fragile. You're fucking incredible. But you're also mine to protect, even from myself.""Dante...""Let me take care of you," he murmured, kissing me softly. "Let me make love to you properly."His thrusts remained controlled, measured, but he angled his hips differently. Suddenly, he was hitting a spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes."Oh God!" I gasped, my hands flying to his shoulders. "Right there! Don't stop!""There?" he asked, hitting that spot again deliberately. "Is that what my pretty doll needs?""Yes," I moaned, pleasure flooding through me. "Yes, exactly there!"He maintained his controlled pace, but focused each thrust on that spot, and I felt the pleasure building ra
Gianna's POVTears welled in my eyes instantly."Fuck!" Dante froze immediately, his face twisted with horror and guilt. "Gianna... I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have lost control like that. I'm so sorry, pretty doll.""It... um..." I gasped, struggling to breathe through the searing pain. It was more intense than I had expected, a deep ache that radiated through my entire body and left me trembling."It's my fault. I should have known better." He kissed my forehead and my cheeks, catching my tears with his lips. "I'm so sorry. Let me make it right.""It's my fault too," I managed, my voice shaky. "I was too eager. I didn't anticipate it would hurt this much.""No." His voice was firm and soothing all at once. "I should have controlled myself. I'm your husband. It's my job to take care of you, to make this good for you."He kissed me softly and gently, his lips tender against mine. His hands moved to my breasts, caressing them with a feather-light touch that made me shiver.He wasn't movi
Gianna's POVDante stood at the edge of the bed, towering over me, his presence filling the entire room. The dim light cast a beautiful glow across his face, making him look even more commanding, more ruthless.His grey eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my breath hitch."Pretty doll, it's my turn to strip," he said, his voice low and rough. "While you watch."My heart hammered in my chest as he reached for the top button of his shirt.One by one, he undid each button with maddening slowness. His fingers worked down the line, revealing more skin with each flick. The fabric parted, exposing the hard planes of his chest, the defined ridges of his abs.He shrugged the shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.Scars marked his skin, telling stories of violence and survival, but they only made him more beautiful to me.My eyes dragged over every inch of exposed skin, drinking him in.He was magnificent. All hard muscle and raw masculine power.His hands moved to
Anna's POV "I'm counting on it." I hooked my thumbs in my panties, dragging them down slowly, swaying my hips as I did. I turned around, bending at the waist to slide them down my legs, giving him a perfect view of my ass and my pussy. The fabric slid down my thighs, past my knees, until I could step out of them completely. I stood before him naked, and for the first time, I wasn't shy. I was confident in my body, in the effect I had on him. I wanted to push him, to make him lose that iron control he always maintained. I slid my hand between my thighs, feeling how wet I already was. My fingers brushed my clit, and I gasped at the sensation. "What if I just..." I circled my clit slowly, watching his face. "Touch myself right here? Would you stop me?" "Fuck!" Dante was on his feet in a second, closing the distance between us. He swooped me up, throwing me over his shoulder. I gasped, then laughed as he carried me to the bed and tossed me onto it. I bounced slightly, breathless,
Dante's POV The moment her hand moved, I lunged. I didn’t waste a second or stop to consider the consequences. My protective instinct rose so fast it drowned everything else out, and all that mattered was reaching her, stopping her, closing the space between us in a heartbeat. I grabbed her wrist
Gianna's POV Dante grabbed my wrist, yanking my hand away from his face. "Don't," his voice was rough. "Don't say forgive." A bitter, broken laugh slipped out. He stepped back, running both hands through his hair. "In this world, there’s no forgiveness. It’s blood for blood. Your father knew th
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?"







