All Chapters of SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA DON: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

Andrea's POVHe climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he knelt between my spread thighs. His hands were rough but reverent as they slid up my legs, pushing the soft green fabric of my dress all the way up to my waist. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and tore them clean off with one sharp tug. The delicate lace gave way with a satisfying rip that sent another rush of arousal flooding through me.Dante lowered himself between my thighs, broad shoulders forcing my legs wider apart. He inhaled deeply, breathing me in like I was his favorite scent, then wrapped his lips around my swollen clit without warning.The pleasure was immediate and devastating. My back arched sharply off the bed, a broken moan tearing from my throat as his hot mouth sucked gently, tongue flicking in tight, perfect circles. He groaned against my slick flesh, the vibration shooting sparks straight through my core. One thick finger slid inside me, then two, curling exper

Andrea's POVLater that evening, Dante took me to dinner at an expensive restaurant in Manhattan. The kind of place with white tablecloths, candlelight, and a wine list thicker than my novel manuscript. The kind of place where celebrities and politicians dined, where discretion was guaranteed and the bill for a single meal could probably feed a family for a month.I'd changed into one of the nicer dresses I'd packed—a black number that hugged my curves and made my eyes pop. Dante had looked at me like he wanted to skip dinner entirely when I'd walked out of his bedroom, his dark eyes heating in a way that made my stomach flip."You look stunning," he'd said, his voice rough. "Almost too beautiful to take out in public. Makes me want to keep you all to myself.""We have all night for that," I'd reminded him with a smile. "Right now, feed me. I'm starving."We'd been enjoying our evening, tucked away in a semi-private corner booth. The food was incredible, the wine was smooth, and the c

Andrea's POVThankfully, the luxurious bathroom was empty when I stepped inside. The space was elegant—marble counters, soft lighting, and a faint scent of expensive soap. My heart was pounding with anticipation and adrenaline. I checked my reflection quickly, lips still swollen from our kisses, cheeks flushed, eyes bright with desire.Exactly one minute later, the door opened.Dante stepped inside, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. Without a word, he locked the door behind him with a decisive click that echoed in the quiet space. The sound sent a fresh rush of wetness between my thighs.He crossed the distance in two strides and pulled me into a desperate, devouring kiss. His hands were everywhere—cupping my face, sliding down my back, gripping my ass as he pressed me back against the marble counter. I moaned into his mouth, fingers threading through his dark hair, tugging just hard enough to make him growl.When he finally pulled away, we were both panting. His eyes were wild

Andrea's POVI felt my cheeks heat. "I'm not a good singer.""I don't care. I love watching you just... be. Be happy. Be yourself." His hand squeezed my thigh gently. "You're beautiful, Andrea. Inside and out. Don't ever doubt that."The sincerity in his voice, the look in his eyes, made my heart swell so much it physically hurt."Thank you," I whispered."I mean it." He brought my hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to my knuckles. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Lana was fucking delusional last night. You're gorgeous, and smart, and funny, and so fucking real. You don't play games, don't try to be someone you're not. You're just... you. And that's perfect."I blinked back the sudden tears that threatened to form. "Dante—""And before you ask," he continued, his eyes back on the road but his hand still holding mine, "no, I don't say things like this to women. I don't do this—the hand-holding, the compliments, the spending entire days together doing normal things. I d

Andrea's POVDante barely glanced at her. "No.""Oh." She didn't seem deterred by his cold response. "Well, you should. You'd fit right in with the hot guys there."I felt my jaw clench. Was she seriously flirting with him while I was standing right there? While his arm was literally around my waist?The redhead turned around too, emboldened by her friend. "Are you here alone?" she asked Dante, completely ignoring my existence."No," Dante said flatly, his arm tightening around me."Well, if you want some company for the rest of the day, we'd be happy to show you around," the brunette continued, twirling a strand of her ponytail. "Maybe grab some food, play some games. Could be fun."Dante's expression didn't change, didn't show even a flicker of interest. "Not interested.""Oh, come on," the redhead pushed. "We're really fun. I promise we'd make it worth your while."I'd had enough. "He said he's not interested," I said, my voice cold. "Maybe you should take the hint."The brunette f