LOGINGianna’s POVJealousy burned through me. My nails dug into my palms.I could not stand the thought. The image of Dante with another woman, touching her, inside her, making her feel what he made me feel…Hell would freeze over before it happened.Dante must have felt me tense because his arm tightened around me, pulling me closer against his side. He looked down at me, his grey eyes reassuring.Then he turned to Augusto.“I would not be interested in your…” He gestured dismissively at the three women. “Gifts. So I suggest you take these ladies and leave.”His voice was final.Augusto’s smile shifted. “Oh no, Dante. You know our traditions. The Mafia King is free to sleep with as many women as he pleases, especially on such an important night. For our entertainment.”“And I decline.” Dante’s voice hardened. “I will not be participating in such traditions.”Augusto laughed, but it sounded forced. “Every Mafia King before you did it. You would not be any different. Even your own father di
Gianna's POVThe room went deadly silent.Dante was already moving, closing the distance between them with long, angry strides. "Careful, Selene."His voice carried a warning that would have made anyone else back down.But Selene ignored him, her glassy eyes still locked on mine. "No matter how much the Don triesh to paint the image of thish murderer'sh daughter ash anything else, she'sh nothing but a replacement. A pale imitation of what we losht."Everyone gasped. The sound echoed through the room.I clutched my chest, feeling like she had physically struck me. All eyes turned to me, judging me, comparing me to a dead woman I had never met.Dante reached Selene, casting her a look that could have melted steel. "It seems my sister-in-law has had too much to drink. I'll take her to bed."He signaled to Bruno, who came from behind and reached for Selene's arm."No!" She jerked away, stumbling. "I'm not drunk!"But it was obvious she was. Her words slurred, her movements clumsy. She had
Gianna'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







