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Chapter 59: Your mouth wrapped around me
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Dante's POVI climbed onto the bed slowly, my eyes locked on hers. The mattress dipped beneath my weight as I hovered over her, close enough to feel her breath against my skin. Her body trembled beneath me, her bare skin flushed, glowing softly in the dim light.Her breasts rose and fell with every uneven breath, her nipples hard and aching for my touch. The curve of her hips shifted restlessly, a silent plea for what she already knew was coming.“I’m going to taste you until you’re screaming and begging, until the only thing left in your head is who you belong to. And when you think you’ve got nothing left, I’ll make you come again.”Her breath hitched, lips parting as she whispered my name. “Dante…”I reached down, fingers tracing along her inner thigh, inching closer but deliberately avoiding the place she needed me most.She whimpered, hips lifting off the bed in a desperate attempt to meet my touch."And when you touch yourself without permission," I continued, finally sliding on
Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride Chapter 92: I own you
Dante's POV I sat in my study, a half-empty glass of scotch in my hand, watching the amber liquid swirl as if the motion could drown out her voice in my head. But it didn’t. Her words kept echoing, haunting me. I've started to care about you. Was it true? Or was it just another game? Another well-rehearsed line from a Giovanni, born and bred to deceive, to manipulate, to twist truth into a weapon. But her eyes... that look. The way they trembled between fear and honesty, it had felt too raw, too human to be an act. “Fuck,” I muttered, downing the drink in a harsh gulp that burned down my throat. As much as I wanted to reject it, to dismiss her confession as another ploy to make me lower my guard, to make me... feel, I couldn’t lie to myself anymore. Not when every cell in my body reacted to her the way it did. I had feelings for her too. Real, dangerous, inconvenient feelings that threatened everything I’d built, everything I was fighting for. She wasn’t supposed to matter. Sh
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Gianna's POV There was so much more. Emotions I couldn't name, couldn't voice, couldn't even fully acknowledge to myself yet. But I forced out what I could, what I knew was true. “That's how I know, I wouldn’t hurt you like that, Dante. Not that way.” His eyes flashed with a series of emotions, surprise, desire, anger, hope, possessiveness, before he closed the remaining distance and crashed his lips against mine. The kiss was explosive, passionate and desperate and consuming. He poured all his rage and pent-up desire and hurt into that kiss, claiming my mouth with a fierceness that stole my breath. I kissed him back just as fiercely, unable to fight the pull, needing the connection as much as he did. His tongue swept into my mouth, demanding, tasting me. His fingers tangled in my hair, yanking my head back, deepening the kiss until I could barely breathe. “Mine,” he growled against my lips, his voice rough, possessive, dark with emotion. “You’re my woman, Gianna Giovanni.” When
Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride Chapter 90: I’ve started to care about you
Gia's POVWhen Dante came back and stood in front of me, he pushed a button.It made a low, powerful buzzing sound and vibrated intensely in his hand.Hell. It was clearly a vibrator, but bigger and more intimidating than anything I'd ever seen. The vibrations looked strong enough to.......Oh fuck."The truth is your safe word," Dante said, his voice low and commanding. "Use it, and all of this stops. But as long as you keep lying to me......." He let the threat hang in the air."Don….." I tried, but he wasn't listening.He brought the vibrating wand up slowly, letting me watch as it got closer and closer to my clamped nipples.When the vibrations hit my already tortured, sensitive flesh, I nearly screamed."D…o.n...." The moan tore from my throat as he held the wand against one nipple, then the other, the intense vibrations traveling through the clamps and amplifying the sensation a hundredfold."That's it, baby," he growled, his free hand gripping my hip possessively. "Let me hear
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Gianna's POV Dante stood in front of me like some dark avenging god, holding that wooden paddle, the muscles in his forearms flexing as he gripped it. His shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, his sleeves rolled up to reveal tanned, powerful arms. His gaze locked onto mine, searching, dissecting, as if he could see straight through every lie, every secret I was desperately trying to protect. I had already betrayed Mira once by using her friendship and manipulating her trust. Throwing her under the bus again could get her in even deeper trouble with Dante, possibly fired or worse. That would be beyond cruel of me. I could not tell him the truth. I had to make him believe I did this alone. "I... was working alone," I breathed, hating how my voice shook. "No one helped me." "You expect me to believe you found a secret passage that leads outside the estate all by yourself? With no help whatsoever?" I nodded quickly, hoping he would believe me this time. "Yes..." The glint in his eye
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