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Chapter 37: All hail the new Mafia King
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Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride Chapter 53: Absolute nightmare.
Gianna’s POV Marriage? To Dante De Luca? It would be an absolute nightmare. The thought alone made my stomach turn in different directions, fury tearing through me like fire in my veins. The last thing I wanted was to be bound to that man, as his wife, as anything permanent. And yet here we were... a hall full of men who thrived on blood, violence, and power. Men who traded women like property and believed they had the right to decide my fate without even asking if it was what I wanted. Another voice, one of the Clan heads at the far side of the table, spoke up quickly. “Augusto has a point, Don. A marriage would be... symbolic.” The air shifted at once. Every gaze snapped to me, curious, judging, weighing me against Dante as though we were already bound together. My lungs burned as I held my breath. And then there was Dante. He sat at the head of the table, fingers casually tracing the rim of his wine glass. The small, lazy motion made my heart pound faster. I waited, no, pra
Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride Chapter 52: Do you plan to make her your wife?
Dante’s POVI walked into the hall, Gianna’s hand laced tightly in mine. Holding her like that was deliberate, a claim no one could mistake. The moment we stepped in, the entire hall went still. Every man, every clan member, every hanger-on froze as soon as we entered. For a heartbeat, it was silent enough to hear breathing. Then, as if a switch had been flipped, the hushed voices began.shoulders leaning toward each other, eyes darting from me to her.I scanned the room in one slow sweep. Faces I’d known for years, some still carrying the shock of seeing me take back the throne, loyalists, their smiles tight with approval, doubters, watching me like vultures circling, waiting to see if I would stumble.And then their eyes moved to Gianna.The surprise, curiosity, and hunger were obvious. She was a stranger in their world, now dressed like a queen by my side. I felt her tense up as their stares cut into her. She was walking into a cage full of wolves. If she wanted to survive this li
Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride Chapter 51: Taking Back Full Control
Dante’s POVThe suit was black. Not the glossy kind worn at funerals, but a matte, tailored black with gold cuff links that caught the faint light. The kind of suit men wore when they weren’t just attending a meeting, but claiming a throne. I buttoned the jacket slowly, watching myself in the mirror.The black silk shirt underneath was open at the throat, showing the crucifix against my skin, the last gift from my father. Wearing it now meant everything.My fingers smoothed down the jacket. My reflection stared back, all grey eyes and controlled rage. “This is the moment you’ve waited for five years....” I muttered under my breath. “Your revenge is almost complete....”Behind me, Bruno’s voice cut through my thoughts. “They’re all out there, boss. Every Clan head, every soldier, every hanger-on in this city. Waiting to see their king take the head of the table again.”I watched him through the mirror, eyes narrowing. There was a hint of reluctance in his gaze, as if he wanted to say s
Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride Chapter 50: Waking Up To Her Touch
Dante’s POVHer hand was wrapped around me, stroking slowly and clumsily, but sweet enough to make my cock ache. My cock twitched in her grip, swelling harder with every pass of her palm. For a second I thought I was still dreaming, but no.... the touch was too real. Heat. Skin. Her scent.I cracked my eyes open. Her hair spilled across my arm, her body warm against mine, still lost in sleep, murmuring broken words.“Fuck me.... Dante....”A wicked smile curved my lips. Hearing my name tumble out of her mouth like that, sweet and filthy in the same breath, set me on fire. My blood pounded hard and low. I was already hard, but now I was stone, throbbing against the curve of her ass, slick with need.I leaned over until my mouth brushed her ear, my voice rough with sleep and hunger. “You feel that? That’s what you do to me, Gianna. Keep stroking me like that. Keep wiggling that sexy ass on my cock and I’ll fuck you till the sun goes down.”She shifted instead of waking, rolling back aga
Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride Chapter 49: Mine To Break And To Keep
Gianna’s POV Dante's hand moved faster, rougher now, veins straining as he pumped his cock with furious precision. “You like this, don’t you?” His words came broken, ragged with lust. “You like watching me stroke it, imagining how deep I’ll fuck you with it. Look at you… writhing like my little mistress, dripping for me.” My hips jerked against the sheets, desperate for friction. My nails dug into the mattress, body aching, writhing under the weight of his voice, his stare, the raw sound of his fist working his cock. Every groan, every curse made the ache hotter and unbearable. His strokes turned brutal now, hand slick with his own precum, pumping harder, faster. “Fuck… fuck… yeah. Watch me. Look at how bad I want to sink into you…” His voice was a snarl, desperate. Then he broke. His whole body went taut, his cock jerking violently in his fist as hot streams splashed across my stomach and thighs, marking me while his groans tore out low and savage. “Look at you,” he hissed. “
Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride Chapter 48: Part Your Legs
Gianna’s POV My fingers obeyed before I could think. I rolled the tight peaks between thumb and finger, pinching and pulling, harder each time. A moan threatened to break free, but I bit my lower lip to hold it back. He reached out, fingers gripping my chin until I had no choice but to look up at him. My hands stilled, shy under his stare. “I didn’t ask you to stop.” His thumb brushed over my fingers, then drifted lower, teasing my nipples. A shudder ran through me at his touch. “Do you want me to play with these aching little pebbles for you?” My body screamed yes, but my head snapped no, too afraid of what would happen if he touched me. I knew I wouldn’t want him to stop. I’d beg for more. So I forced my hands to move again, rolling and twirling my nipples harder. The sensation shot down to the place between my thighs pressed together, rocking helplessly. His thumb dragged across my bottom lip, prying it free from my teeth. “You’ll never hide your moans from me again,” he ras
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