All Chapters of The Mafia Devil’s Wrong Bride: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Annalissa HaleHeat curls through me as Dante’s lips travel along the length of my neck. My lips curl into a smile even though he can't see it. He's too busy tormenting me with his mouth, planting wet, open-mouthed kisses on the side of my throat.Arousal starts deep in my core and spreads outward, dancing through my body and tingling in all my erogenous zones. Every time his lips kiss a new patch of skin, I shiver with pleasure. When his tongue tickles my jaw, I turn my head toward him and our mouths meet in the hottest kiss on the planet.I love the way he kisses. It's not sloppy or hurried, but skillful and slow and absolutely incredible. His lips brush mine, lazy and teasing, while his tongue sneaks inside every so often for a fleeting taste seductively retreating. I slant my head and drive the kiss deeper, and I moan when the wine flavor of him infuses my tongue. A masculine rumble comes from the back of his throat, and my belly clenches in response.A knock at the door makes

Annalissa HaleIt’s a Saturday morning, and the bathroom floor has become my enemy. I grip the edge of the sink, my body trembling with every wave that hits. My stomach twists again, and I barely make it to the toilet in time.God, I hate this.The sound of the door creaking open makes me groan. “Dante, don’t come in here…”Too late.He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, pretending to be annoyed but I can see he’s worried. “You should’ve told me earlier,” he says.“I didn’t think I needed to announce every time I throw up.” My voice comes out weaker than I want it to.He sighs, steps closer, and grabs a towel. The sight of Dante Romano, the infamous Don who terrifies half of New York, kneeling in front of me with a towel in hand almost makes me laugh.“Stop looking at me like that,” I murmur.He wipes the corner of my mouth gently. “You’re carrying my heirs, Issa. You have to tell me everything.”I rest my hand over my stomach that’s not even showing yet. “I’m fine,” I say.

Annalissa Hale“How are you feeling today?” Ronan asks as I walk into his office.He’s unusually cheerful for a Monday morning, considering that Maddox Global has been a lot of work for the past few days. There are folders stacked on his desk, three monitors open with different campaigns, and yet, he’s smiling like we’re on vacation.He’s in a crisp white shirt with his sleeves rolled up. His tie is hanging loose and one ankle is resting casually on his knee. I narrow my eyes at him. “What did you do?”Ronan smirks, leaning back in his chair. “Why would you assume I did something?”“Because you only look this happy when you’ve either closed a deal or done something that’ll make me want to throw your coffee mug at your head.”“You wound me.”“On a scale of one to ten,” he presses, scanning me, “how are you feeling?”I groan and drop into the chair across from him. “What’s this about?”He steeples his fingers, trying not to smile. “Maddox Global just secured a massive contract.”

Dante RomanoI follow her inside the bathroom. Steam fills the room within minutes. She's naked in the shower stall and covered in foam. I drop my robe and step in behind her. My hands immediately find her waist.“Still mad at me?” I murmur against her shoulder.“Maybe.”“I’ll make the anger all go away.”She laughs but the sound turns to a soft sigh when I kiss her. I can taste that sweetness that is all her. My hands glide smoothly along the taut skin of her leanly muscled back. Although the water is warm, she shivers. Her beautiful eyes grow languid. The sound that she makes in her throat is full of anticipation.“Dante… she sighs.“Tell me what you want,” I say against her lips.“Just you,” she says. “Just you.”I pull her closer and kiss her again. Strangely, it doesn’t feel like a simple prelude to sex. It’s slightly unsettling, but…I caress her shoulders and slide my hands down until I can touch her breasts. They’re so full and fit perfectly in my hand. I cup them, reveling

Annalissa HaleIvan laughs softly. “You’re failing spectacularly then.”His tone is light as he shrugs out of his jacket, revealing a rolled-up sleeve and a surprisingly relaxed posture for someone whose suit probably costs a lot.“I’ve had worse greetings,” he says. “Once, a CEO sneezed on me mid-handshake.”I look up at him, horrified. “Oh God.”“Exactly my reaction.”The corner of his mouth lifts again. He takes one of the napkins from me, brushing off the last of the spill himself. “Really, it’s fine,” he assures. “No permanent damage done. Unless this was your plan to destabilize me before the meeting.”I exhale a nervous laugh. “Right. That’s me…strategic coffee assassin.”“Deadly and caffeinated,” “Next time,” I manage, “I’ll aim lower. Maybe your shoes.”He chuckles, shaking his head. “Remind me not to stand too close during meetings.”The elevator dings again, and another team member steps out. Ivan gestures toward the conference room. “Shall we? Or do you need to refi