บททั้งหมดของ Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

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

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

Dante's POVGianna looked so small standing before me, the sheet pooled around her waist, revealing parts of her inner thighs.I couldn't stop staring at what I'd done to her body.My fingers traced every mark, every bruise, every evidence of my loss of control. Faint red marks scattered across her pale skin like some fucked-up work of violence. Her breasts, her ribs, her hips, all marked by my mouth, my teeth, my hands."Does it hurt?"She rolled her eyes, though the gesture lacked its usual fire. "What do you expect? You weren't exactly gentle."I was supposed to feel triumphant. Victorious. I'd marked her, claimed her, made her mine in the most primal way possible.But instead of satisfaction, guilt crashed over me in relentless waves. I’d let my anger take control, let my obsession with possessing her, punishing her for trying to escape, drown out everything else.I’d been blinded by lust, consumed by the need to make her scream my name, to remind her she belonged to me... and I h

Dante's POV “Relax,” I murmured against her ear, my lips grazing the damp skin there. “I’m not going to hurt you.” “Not again, you mean.” “Not again,” I agreed, though the words came out heavier than I intended. She shut her eyes, and I could see her beginning to enjoy it, her breathing evening out. When I brought the cloth around to her front, I paused. The elegant line of her throat... her breasts rose above the waterline, perfect handfuls topped with dusky pink nipples. They were swollen from last night, marked with my teeth and lips, and yet, God, they were beautiful. She’s fucking perfect. As if sensing my gaze, her nipples hardened into tight peaks. She opened her eyes, meeting mine, and caught me staring. A faint blush spread across her cheeks, and it took every ounce of control not to lean down and take one into my mouth. A sly smile curved her lips. “So this is the real reason... why you’re doing this,” she taunted, voice low and teasing. I tilted my head, taken ab

Dante's POV"Everything's about possession with you." Gianna tried to shake her head, but my grip held firm."Always, amore mio. Always."Her glare didn’t hide it, the faint glint of want flashing in her eyes.I released her chin and reached for a plate, beginning to fill it. "What would you like?" I asked."I can serve myself.""Humor me." My tone left no room for argument.She sighed, surrendering. "Fine. Eggs. Fruit. Toast."I filled her plate generously, scrambled eggs, toast, and fresh berries, far more than she'd asked for. I set it in front of her, then added a cup of juice."That's too much," she protested."You'll eat what I give you." I served myself a modest portion, but my attention remained entirely on her.She picked up her fork, then took a small bite. Then another. Within moments, she was eating with genuine hunger, the delicate bites turning more enthusiastic.I found myself smiling, watching her devour the meal. There was something primal and satisfying about seeing