All Chapters of Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Gianna's POV The morning light filtered through the bathroom window as I stood before the mirror, my reflection staring back at me with exhausted eyes. I lifted a strand of my hair, my fingers tracing the dried smears still clinging to the ends. Dante's blood from last night. I had not showered. I had been too tired, too overwhelmed by everything that had happened. My mind drifted back to the moment he practically flew across the room, grabbed my wrist, and pressed his palm over mine. The knife sliced across his skin, and blood dripped onto the floor. He did not react to the pain. He only cared about stopping me. He risked getting hurt to keep me from making a catastrophic mistake. To save me from myself. "I vow to you, Gianna, I will protect you with everything in me. My blood. My strength. My last breath if I have to." His words echoed in my memory, spoken with a conviction so fierce it settled deep in my bones. I remembered the fire in his eyes, the raw honesty in his voice w

Gianna's POVMy breath hitched. "What?""Do you dream of me touching you?" His hands moved lower, trailing down my stomach, his fingers splaying possessively over my skin. "Like this?"No. I could not admit that. Could not give him that power. "No."He chuckled darkly against my neck, the sound making me clench inside. "Liar.""Ummm. Yes." The admission tore out of me."Did you like it when I tied you up?" He drawled. "When I used the vibrators to punish you? When I made you come over and over until you were sobbing?"Heat flooded my face at the memory. My core tightened, a wetness that had nothing to do with the shower pooling between my thighs. I remembered being bound, helpless, at his mercy while pleasure tore through me again and again. "No."I squeezed my eyes shut. "No."He pinched lightly, rolling my nipple between his fingers until I whimpered."Say it right.""Yes," I breathed. The truth spilled out, warm and humiliating. "Yes. I liked it."He kissed up my back, slow and pos

Gianna's POVI let my tongue trace along the crease where his thigh met his groin, and he groaned, a deep, guttural sound that made me clench with renewed desire and gave me courage.That is it. I want him to lose control. I want him to feel what I felt."Biggest fear?" I whispered, letting my breath tease over the length of his cock, watching it twitch for me.His hand slid into my hair, not pulling, just resting there, trembling faintly. "Losing Arielle," he replied. Then, after a beat that hit me like a punch, "Or you."My breath stalled. Me. He feared losing me.The realization shot through me, confusing and overwhelming and impossibly tender, knowing he cared about me that much.I pressed a kiss to his inner thigh, then licked a slow stripe up the sensitive skin there, so close to where he wanted me. "What about your scars?" I asked softly."Not much to talk about." His voice went careful, even as his hips edged toward my mouth, his body betraying him. "Hazards of the job."I dra

Gianna's POVI practically floated down the stairs, my skin still tingling from the shower and from leaving Dante there, hard and wanting and cursing my name. A smile tugged at my lips despite myself.God, that felt amazing.I slipped into a simple flowery dress, nothing fancy, yet somehow I felt good. Alive. Powerful in a way I had never felt before.As I approached the end of the stairs, I heard the sound of voices coming from the dining area and I knew it had to be Arielle, and Selene.My confidence faded. The warmth from moments ago drained away, replaced by something cold crawling up my spine. My steps slowed. I paused at the bottom of the stairs, one hand gripping the banister.Deep breath. You can do this.But my legs felt heavier with each step toward the dining room.Ariel sat at the long table, her dark hair pulled back, her posture rigid. Across from her sat Selene, Dante's sister-in-law. The sister of his dead wife. The woman my father had killed.They both looked up at me

Dante's POV I hadn’t expected breakfast to be simple, but I didn’t expect it to nearly blow up in my face either. When I walked in and heard the way my sister-in-law and my daughter spoke to Gianna, so condescending and cruel, I saw the hurt in Gianna’s eyes, and it broke me in ways I couldn’t explain. Setting something loose inside me that I couldn’t hold back, and I ended up scolding my daughter for the first time in her life. That alone told me how deeply it affected me to see Gianna in pain. The only good part was Arielle softening at the end and saying she was willing to give Gianna a chance. I held on to that. Now we were back in the room. “Gianna.” She didn’t turn. She didn’t even pretend to. She was clearly avoiding me. I walked closer. “Look at me.” She tilted her head just a little, but her eyes stayed fixed anywhere but on mine. I reached for her hand, wanting her to know she wasn’t alone, but she pulled back before I could touch her. “Hey.” I tried again, this tim