All Chapters of Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Gianna's POV"...should be done by now," the assistant's voice drifted from outside. "Let me just check on her."Dante's fingers curled inside me again, hitting that devastating spot while his thumb circled my clit with relentless precision. Pleasure crashed over me in waves so intense I could barely breathe."That's it," he breathed against my ear, his voice sexy as well.. "Give it to me, pretty doll. Show me how much you want to be mine."The voices were right outside. Any second now, the door would open, and they would find us.His fingers moved faster, and I felt the orgasm building, coiling impossibly tight in my core."Now," Dante commanded, his voice dark and absolute. "Come for me now."And God help me, I did.The orgasm slammed into me like a tidal wave, pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, crashing through me in devastating waves.I bit down hard on my hand to keep from screaming, my whole body convulsing as Dante worked me through it, his fingers never stopping, drawing

Gianna's POVMy pulse jumped. "Dante...""That wasn't a request." His eyes darkened, pupils dilating until there was barely any green left. "Drop the robe."My breath hitched at the rough edge of his tone, that hard authority that both angered and aroused me. Every rebellious part of me wanted to refuse, wanted to hold on to some sense of control.But the heat in his gaze made my knees weak. Made me want to obey.What is happening to me?With trembling fingers, I loosened the belt of my robe and let it fall.His sharp inhale was audible across the room.I stood there completely naked, feeling his eyes rake over every inch of my body. My breasts, my nipples already hard from the cool air and his gaze. The curve of my waist down to my hips. Between my legs, where I was already wet for him.The intensity of his stare made my skin flush hot, made me want to cover myself and display myself all at once."Beautiful." The word came out rough. "Perfection. Now the bra."I reached for the champ

Gianna's POV The dining room was packed with the most dangerous men in the criminal underworld. Mafia clan leaders from across the country sat at the table, their soldiers standing watch along the walls. Cigar smoke and expensive cologne filled the air. Every man here could end a life with a single word. I sat beside Dante, hyperaware of the egg nestled deep inside me, stretching me, filling me. The constant pressure made my thighs tremble. One wrong move, one shift of my hips, and I would gasp in front of everyone. Stay calm. Do not let them see. At the head of the table, Dante rose. The room fell silent instantly, as if someone had flipped a switch. That was his power. His presence alone commanded obedience. He stood tall, shoulders broad in his perfectly tailored black suit. His grey eyes gleamed as he lifted a wine glass, surveying the room with the confidence of a man who owned everything he looked at. He extended his hand toward me. My eyes lifted, following the movement,

Gianna's POV The room went deadly silent. Dante was already moving, closing the distance between them with long, angry strides. "Careful, Selene." His voice carried a warning that would have made anyone else back down. But Selene ignored him, her glassy eyes still locked on mine. "No matter how much the Don triesh to paint the image of thish murderer'sh daughter ash anything else, she'sh nothing but a replacement. A pale imitation of what we losht." Everyone gasped. The sound echoed through the room. I clutched my chest, feeling like she had physically struck me. All eyes turned to me, judging me, comparing me to a dead woman I had never met. Dante reached Selene, casting her a look that could have melted steel. "It seems my sister-in-law has had too much to drink. I'll take her to bed." He signaled to Bruno, who came from behind and reached for Selene's arm. "No!" She jerked away, stumbling. "I'm not drunk!" But it was obvious she was. Her words slurred, her moveme

GIANNA'S POVDante stayed where he was, perched on the edge of the bed, keeping space between them."Selene, you're drunk. This isn't the time.""No!" She grabbed his hand, holding tight. "I need to know. I've waited so long, Dante. So long."My breath caught."When my sister died..." Selene's voice cracked, tears streaming down her face. "I gave up everything for you. Everything. I raised Arielle like she was my own daughter. I sacrificed my dreams, my life, hoping you would see me. Really see me."She leaned forward, shaky, her hand sliding up his arm."I love you." The words fell from her lips like a confession she'd been holding back for years. "I've always loved you. Why can't you see that? What does she have that I don't? I know this life. I understand you. I've been here through everything."Her fingers trailed down his chest, her voice dropping lower, more intimate."That girl can't handle a man like you." She shifted closer, her knee brushing against his thigh. "I've watched