MasukGianna's POVDante's tongue traced a burning path down my throat, setting every nerve ending on fire.I gasped as his mouth moved lower, across my collarbone, then down to the swell of my breasts. Heat pooled between my thighs as his tongue circled one nipple through the fabric of my dress, teasing, tormenting."Dante..." I moaned, arching into him.His hands gripped my waist as his mouth continued its assault, his tongue hot and wet against my skin.He sucked hard through the fabric, and I cried out, my fingers tangling in his hair.The sensation was overwhelming, pleasure radiating from where his mouth worked, spreading through my entire body like wildfire.His teeth grazed the sensitive peak, sending jolts of electricity straight to my core."You taste like heaven," he murmured against my breast, his breath hot through the thin material. "I could worship these perfect tits all night."Then suddenly, he pulled away.The loss of his body against mine was instant and jarring. "No," I
Dante's POVI cupped her face in my hands, my gaze dropping to her lips.God, I'd been wanting to taste her like this for months. Wanting to claim her mouth without holding back, without any lingering doubt between us.My pulse hammered in my ears as I closed the distance.My lips crashed against hers, hungry and desperate. I kissed her like I was starving, like she was air and I'd been suffocating.Months of restraint shattered. Every night I'd lain beside her, aching to touch her, every morning I'd woken with her body pressed against mine, every stolen glance when she'd walked around in those damn nightgowns, it all erupted in this moment.She moaned into my mouth, and the sound nearly undid me.My tongue swept past her lips, tasting her, exploring her. She met me with the same hunger, her fingers digging into my shoulders.I lifted her, and her legs wrapped around my waist. My hands slid down to grip her thighs as I backed her against the wall.My mouth moved from her lips to her j
Dante's POV "Isn't it obvious?" Her voice cracked. "Nothing is obvious!" I roared. "Nothing about you makes sense to me! One minute you kiss me like you want me, like you're begging me to touch you, then you pull away. Fuck... on our wedding night... you broke my heart..." I stopped, the words catching in my throat. "You told me you didn't want me to make love to you. Do you have any idea what that did to me? How the hell do you think that made me feel? A man doesn't just get over his wife saying she didn't want him to touch her. After everything... I thought finally we could have a real marriage..." I ran both hands through my hair. "Just say it. Say what you mean." "We've talked about this," she said, her voice shaking. "All through this honeymoon, I've been trying to fix things between us. I've told you why..." "No, you haven't told me a damn thing that makes sense! You want me to trust you? Then speak plainly!" "I didn't say no for the reasons you think..." "Then why did yo
Dante's POV I practically dragged Gianna by the arm into the room, my fingers wrapped tight enough around her wrist so she couldn't break free. I slammed the door behind us with a force that rattled the frame. She stumbled forward, yanking her arm free from my hold. "Dante..." "I gave you one fucking instruction," I cut her off, my rage overtaking me. "Just a few simple minutes where all you had to do was sit and wait for me." I moved toward her, watching the way she backed up instinctively, her breath coming faster. "Then I return to find you dancing with the same little boy from the pool, the one who couldn't keep his hands off you, who just happens to be Matteo, Roberto's son." Her chest heaved as she stared at me, those eyes flashing between fear and fury. "It was just a dance, Dante. He insisted, and I said yes because I thought..." "You thought what?" I took another step forward, and she took one back. "It would be polite? That letting another man put his hands on you was
Dante's POV"Dante, please!" Gianna's voice cracked behind me. "Don't...""He's my son, Dante!"Roberto's voice cut through the garden. I turned my head, the gun staying level.Roberto charged toward us, his shoes pounding against the stone path. Behind him, Cesare's hand went to his weapon."You shot my fucking son!" Roberto's face went purple, veins bulging at his temples. "Have you lost your goddamn mind?!"My hand stilled on the trigger.His son.I looked down at Matteo, blood seeping between his fingers, then back to Roberto. The jaw, the eyes, the same shape."I didn't know." The words ground out between my teeth."That's not a fucking excuse!" Roberto's hands flew up. "So you just shoot first and ask questions later?!"My chest heaved, the gun refusing to shake."He tried to forcefully kiss my wife." Each word came out unforgiving. "What the hell was I supposed to do?""Talk!" Roberto threw his arms wide, his voice echoing across the garden. "Use your fucking words before you u
Dante's POV "What's it going to be, Roberto?" Roberto set his cigar down. "I'm in." Something shifted inside me, but I kept my face blank. "But this can never get out," Roberto said, his voice hard. "If word spreads that I sold out a client..." "It won't." "Everyone says that in negotiations until it does." Roberto leaned forward. "I've built my reputation on discretion. One rumor that I betrayed Lorenzo Giovanni, and I'm done. No one will do business with me again." "Lorenzo Giovanni will be dead," I countered. "Dead men don't talk. Dead men don't spread rumors." "And his men? His associates?" "Will think it was a rival hit. An ambush. Bad luck." I met his eyes. "There's no trail back to you, Roberto. Lorenzo's already dead to the world. We're just making it permanent." Cesare stepped closer. "Our families are allies now. That means something. You're protected." Roberto studied us both, then slowly nodded. "Alright. But we do this clean." Blood rushed through my veins. Th
Gia’s POV Still seething with anger after my encounter with Dante, I stormed down the hallway when I heard it, low, muffled moans tangled with groans. At first, I thought I was imagining things, my mind playing tricks on me. But the farther I walked, the clearer the sounds became. My steps slowed
Gia’s POV Dante's command shot through me, provoking both fear and desire. Shivers coursed over my skin, and before I could stop myself, I found my head nodding. I turned and made my way to the bed, heat and shame mixing together inside me. When I reached it, I quickly unwrapped the towel, refus
Dante’s POV Seline closed the distance between us, her pleading eyes locked onto mine. “Please,” she whispered, “let this go. For Esmeralda.” “No.” My voice intensified. “You don’t get to tell me to let this go.” My palm slammed against the desk, the sound cracking through the room. “You weren
Gia’s POV I ran up the stairs so fast my legs hurt. The guards at the bottom were still watching me, trading looks I didn’t like, smirks like they’d just witnessed justice served. Oh God. Did that mean they heard? Heat rushed to my cheeks. Embarrassment slammed into me so hard my stomach turned







