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Author: Siwa Rose
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-14 16:16:30

Annalissa Hale

I had woken up sore this morning. The kind that lingered in muscles I didn’t even know existed. My thighs ached, my wrists still burned from the cuffs, and there was a rawness between my legs that made me wince when I shifted under the sheets.

I was wearing Dante’s shirt and it smelled like him. The fabric barely hid the marks scattered over my neck and collarbone, and I was too scared to look in the mirror because I knew what I would find there. His teeth. His hands. His claim.

And now as I sit in at the dining table, waiting for him to come out of the kitchen, heat prickles in my cheeks as flashes of last night hit me: the way I begged, the way I screamed his name, the way I let him take me until I couldn’t think. Until I didn’t want to.

God, what’s wrong with me?

I press my palms into my eyes, but it doesn’t erase the memory of his voice growling in my ear. “You’re mine, principessa”. The worst part? A shiver runs through me even now.

Shame pools heavy in my s
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  • The Mafia Devil’s Wrong Bride   053

    Dante RomanoMy gaze freezes on her.She looks me dead in the eye and says it — “I sometimes worry that I’m not who you think I am.”My fork stills on the plate. For a moment, I let the silence drag, just long enough to watch her squirm. Her pulse flutters at the base of her throat, fast and panicked. She’s waiting for me to react and slip.Cute. Does she plan to confess because she’s scared of fully giving in to me? She thinks I’ll let go of her if she tells me she’s the wrong sister? There are no wrong sisters. She belongs to me now and she’d be stupid if she thinks I’m going to let her go free after finally getting a taste of her.I lean back in my chair, slow and take a sip of my wine. “Not who I think you are? That’s a strange thing to say, principessa.”Her lips part, then close again. She’s nervous. Guilty even.I tilt my head, studying her. “You’re my wife. The woman sitting at my table, wearing my ring, eating dinner in my house. That’s who you are.” I let a pause hang, j

  • The Mafia Devil’s Wrong Bride   052

    Annalissa Hale“You left the event a bit early…” Ronan says, eyeing me across the conference table. We’re about to start a conference meeting in ten minutes. “Did it have anything to do with Dante? Did he do something to you?”I shift in my seat, feeling my body freeze at his question. I guess he did something to me but yeah, I’m not telling Ronan that.“I…” I tear my gaze from him, rubbing the back of my neck. “He got super angry about something and we had to leave. I’m sorry.”Ronan slides his chair close to the table so he can lean in. “Did…he hit you?”“What? No.” I counter immediately. “We just talked.”“I guess. You guys kissed at the party.” he trails off. “In front of everyone. How did that happen?”Heat shoots through me as I recall Dante’s tongue in my mouth. I drag in a deep breath. “He initiated it. He just wanted to…stake his claim as usual.”“Are you sure, Issa?”Issa. Even Ronan who used to call me Anna, has gotten used to calling me Issa because that’s what Rio cal

  • The Mafia Devil’s Wrong Bride   051

    Annalissa Hale I had woken up sore this morning. The kind that lingered in muscles I didn’t even know existed. My thighs ached, my wrists still burned from the cuffs, and there was a rawness between my legs that made me wince when I shifted under the sheets.I was wearing Dante’s shirt and it smelled like him. The fabric barely hid the marks scattered over my neck and collarbone, and I was too scared to look in the mirror because I knew what I would find there. His teeth. His hands. His claim.And now as I sit in at the dining table, waiting for him to come out of the kitchen, heat prickles in my cheeks as flashes of last night hit me: the way I begged, the way I screamed his name, the way I let him take me until I couldn’t think. Until I didn’t want to.God, what’s wrong with me?I press my palms into my eyes, but it doesn’t erase the memory of his voice growling in my ear. “You’re mine, principessa”. The worst part? A shiver runs through me even now.Shame pools heavy in my s

  • The Mafia Devil’s Wrong Bride   050

    Dante RomanoNext morning…Annalissa is still asleep when I wake up.Her face is buried in my pillow and her hair is a golden mess tumbling over her shoulder. Her legs are tangled in the sheets. For a second, I just look at her. Her breath is soft. Her lashes are dark against her cheeks, and the pale skin of her neck and collarbone is littered with bruises and bites, my marks. A trail of them. Evidence of every time I lost control last night. She finally gave in to me. Finally begged. Finally came to terms that she’s fucking wants me. Enough for me to forgive her for pulling that stunt in Venice with Ornella.Fuck.A smile pulls at the corner of my mouth. It wasn’t just good, it was the best sex of my goddamn life. And trust me, I’ve had a lot of sex. But nothing like that. The combination of multiple orgasms led to an unexpected sub drop that had her feeling pretty loopy. I saw the signs immediately, the disorientation, the fatigue, the shaking. She needed some serious afterca

  • The Mafia Devil’s Wrong Bride   049

    Annalissa Hale“Take it off,” Dante commands, eyes fixed on my dress. “Slow.”I obey, my mouth watering.I find the zip of my dress and pull it down. It slides down my body and I pull it off. Leaving me in only my panties. My breasts are bare in front of him, my nipples stone hard. I watch him undress too, his shirt, his pants and he’s now in only his boxer shorts. Showing his perfectly muscled body. He licks his lower lip and walks to the dresser. Then pulls out something. A cuff.I should be scared, but my whole body trembles in anticipation and I’m already dripping in my underwear. He grabs me, throws me down, climbs over me with a growl and cuffs one of my hands to the headboard.“God, you’re soaking for me already. You’ve always wanted my cock, didn’t you?” he rasps, a smile curling on his lips.My breath hitches, my thighs trembling. “N-no…”He slaps the inside of my thigh. Hard, cutting off my words. I cry out and fuck, it only makes me wetter as I clamp my thighs together

  • The Mafia Devil’s Wrong Bride   048

    Annalissa HaleThe moment Dante’s hand clamps around mine, my heart slams against my ribcage. By the time he pulls me into his chest, I can barely breathe.He wasn’t supposed to be here. Why did he have to show up? Why does his touch immediately set my whole skin ablaze?My body knows him instantly. The heat of his palm on my back, the steady drag of his fingers against my hip. My knees wobble but I lock them tight. I refuse to crumble here, in front of him.We move slowly, swaying to the heavy rhythm of the orchestra. My pulse pounds louder than the music, louder than the chatter around us. His scent, his presence, drowns out everything else.“Your body’s trembling,” Dante murmurs against my ear. “Missed me that much?”I grit my teeth. “You’re the one who’s been avoiding me for days.”His grip tightens, almost bruising at my waist. His mouth dips close. “And you dare to fucking do the same?”I almost flinch at the venom in his tone. My lungs seize for a moment. He leans in clo

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