LOGINGianna's POVMonths ago, when I first arrived at this estate as his prisoner, I would have loathed the idea. I would have fought tooth and nail against it. I would have done anything to escape.But now.I looked at him and watched him dominate the room with nothing but his presence. I watched dangerous men defer to him, respect him, fear him.I no longer felt hatred. I no longer felt that burning desire to escape. Instead, I felt a longing to embrace our union. To stand by his side. To be his queen in truth, not just in name.When did this happen? When did I stop hating him and start caring?I knew this was essentially a contract marriage, and I still had to hand my father over to him eventually, if that man was even still alive. That part was uncertain. He could already be dead, or it could be years before we found him.But for now, I planned to make the most of this. Of us.Dante's voice pulled me from my thoughts. "I'm going to let my fiancée have a moment to speak."What?Every ey
Gianna's POV The dining room was packed with the most dangerous men in the criminal underworld. Mafia clan leaders from across the country sat at the table, their soldiers standing watch along the walls. Cigar smoke and expensive cologne filled the air. Every man here could end a life with a single word. I sat beside Dante, hyperaware of the egg nestled deep inside me, stretching me, filling me. The constant pressure made my thighs tremble. One wrong move, one shift of my hips, and I would gasp in front of everyone. Stay calm. Do not let them see. At the head of the table, Dante rose. The room fell silent instantly, as if someone had flipped a switch. That was his power. His presence alone commanded obedience. He stood tall, shoulders broad in his perfectly tailored black suit. His grey eyes gleamed as he lifted a wine glass, surveying the room with the confidence of a man who owned everything he looked at. He extended his hand toward me. My eyes lifted, following the movement,
GIANNA'S POVDante started pumping slowly, working me open. Another spank landed on my reddened ass, and pleasure mixed with pain until I couldn't tell them apart. Each strike made my clit throb, made me clench around his finger.I'm going to come. Just from this. Just from his finger and his hand on my ass."You're close, aren't you? I can feel you clenching, trying to squeeze my finger. But you don't come until I say so. Understood?"I whimpered, unable to form words.He withdrew his finger and I felt the cool, smooth egg press against my entrance."Wait..." Panic fluttered in my chest. "Dante, it feels...""I know, tesoro. I know." His voice became almost tender. "That's why you're going to relax for me. Take a deep breath."I did, trying to calm my racing heart."Good girl. Now another."As I exhaled, he pushed the egg inside me. Slowly, torturously slowly. The sensation was strange, foreign. The egg stretched me, fuller than his finger, bigger than I expected.I gasped, my whole
Gianna's POVMy pulse jumped. "Dante...""That wasn't a request." His eyes darkened, pupils dilating until there was barely any green left. "Drop the robe."My breath hitched at the rough edge of his tone, that hard authority that both angered and aroused me. Every rebellious part of me wanted to refuse, wanted to hold on to some sense of control.But the heat in his gaze made my knees weak. Made me want to obey.What is happening to me?With trembling fingers, I loosened the belt of my robe and let it fall.His sharp inhale was audible across the room.I stood there completely naked, feeling his eyes rake over every inch of my body. My breasts, my nipples already hard from the cool air and his gaze. The curve of my waist down to my hips. Between my legs, where I was already wet for him.The intensity of his stare made my skin flush hot, made me want to cover myself and display myself all at once."Beautiful." The word came out rough. "Perfection. Now the bra."I reached for the champ
Gianna's POVI stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in my robe, still towel-drying my hair, and froze.Laid out on the bed was a champagne gold gown that shimmered in the soft bedroom light, with slender spaghetti straps and a plunging neckline that would leave little to the imagination.Next to it was a set of lingerie, a sheer lace bra, matching panties, a garter belt, silk stockings, and suspenders.My cheeks flushed hot."Dante!" I called out, already knowing he was somewhere nearby, probably enjoying this.He appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. He was already dressed in his black three-piece suit, though his dress shirt was half-buttoned, revealing the muscled planes of his chest. That infuriating smirk played on his lips.He looked every inch the Mafia King, powerful, commanding, absolutely lethal."Yes, tesoro?" Pure innocence colored his voice, as if he had not just laid out the most provocative outfit imaginable.I gestured at the bed. "Wh
Gianna's POV"...should be done by now," the assistant's voice drifted from outside. "Let me just check on her."Dante's fingers curled inside me again, hitting that devastating spot while his thumb circled my clit with relentless precision. Pleasure crashed over me in waves so intense I could barely breathe."That's it," he breathed against my ear, his voice sexy as well.. "Give it to me, pretty doll. Show me how much you want to be mine."The voices were right outside. Any second now, the door would open, and they would find us.His fingers moved faster, and I felt the orgasm building, coiling impossibly tight in my core."Now," Dante commanded, his voice dark and absolute. "Come for me now."And God help me, I did.The orgasm slammed into me like a tidal wave, pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, crashing through me in devastating waves.I bit down hard on my hand to keep from screaming, my whole body convulsing as Dante worked me through it, his fingers never stopping, drawing







