Todos os capítulos de Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

Gianna's POVI stiffened. "This is what's meant to be. Dante's not that bad.""I won't fight you on this." He paused. "If you say so."The doubt in his voice was clear.The music shifted then, a slow Italian melody drifting through the speakers.Niccolo's expression changed, becoming almost vulnerable. He held out his hand and pleaded, "One last dance, pretty please? Before you become Mrs. De Luca and I lose my chance forever?"I should have said no. I should have remembered Dante's warning about dancing with other men.But Selene's voice echoed in my head. I love you. I've always loved you. Choose me.And those women at the bar. He'll get bored. He'll take mistresses. You're not special.Jealousy burned through every part of me, and I wanted to hit him back. Make him feel what I was feeling.I nodded."Yes. One dance."Niccolo's eyebrows rose slightly, surprise flickering across his face before he smiled. He took my hand and led me onto the dance floor.Other guests were already danc

DANTE'S POVThe moment the door swung open, every coherent thought in my head evaporated.Gianna lay sprawled across the bed, legs spread apart, one hand between her thighs. Her dress had ridden up, exposing everything. Her pussy glistened, wet and swollen, spread open for me to see. Her other hand held the vibrator, halfway out of her body, slick with her arousal.Holy hell.Desire slammed into me with the force of a bullet. My cock, already hard from grinding against her on that dance floor, throbbed so painfully against my zipper that I could barely breathe.Heat flooded every nerve ending in my body, primal and consuming. I wanted to cross the room, tear that dress off her completely, and bury myself so deep inside her she would forget her own name.The image of her trembling against me on the dance floor flashed through my mind. The way she had clenched around that vibrator. The sounds she had made. The wetness I had felt soaking through her dress as she came.My mouth went dry.

DANTE'S POVI knew Gianna was jealous. She needed reassurance after Augusto's stunt and overhearing Selene. And I was going to give her all the reassurance she needed because I did not want her to think I was just marrying her for her body. What I felt for her was deeper and stronger, even if I had not confessed it to her yet.I had no plans of taking a mistress or being with another woman. If that was what I wanted, I would have done it months ago. But her threatening to cheat on me with another man, the thought alone stirred a dark, possessive side I could not control."Gianna, do not push it." My voice came out low and dangerous. "If what I wanted was to be with another woman, I never would have asked you to marry me.""The only reason you want to marry me is to get revenge on my father." Her voice cracked. "Do not make this into some noble emotion of love."She was right. But what she did not understand was that my feelings for her had developed beyond revenge. Revenge was a part

DANTE'S POVThe temptation was unbearable. I could take her right here, right now, against this wall. I could make her mine in every possible way. My cock was right there, pressed against her entrance, her body wet and willing and begging for it.But no.Not like this.Not against a fucking wall like some quick, desperate fuck.When I took her virginity, when I made her completely mine, it would be special. It would be something she'd never forget. Her first time would be perfect, in our bed, on our wedding night, when she was officially my wife. I'd take my time, make it good for her, show her what it meant to be loved by me.I pulled back slightly, repositioning so my cock was no longer threatening to breach her entrance. Instead, I let it slide up, pressing against her clit.Her eyes searched mine. “Why…?”"Not tonight," I said, my voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Not like this."“But….”"The first time I make love to you, you'll be my wife." I looked into her eyes,

Gianna’s POVThe priest’s voice echoed through the church.“Gianna Giovanni,” the priest continued, turning his gaze to me. “Do you swear your oath?”I swallowed hard, then spoke, my voice confident despite the pounding of my heart.“I am bound to you this day. Body, heart, and soul, till death. No other man will touch me. No other man will have me. I belong to you, in loyalty and in blood, forsaking all others. Till death parts us.”The words should have frightened me. They were a vow and a chain, beautiful and terrifying all at once. But as I spoke them, Dante slipped a ring onto my finger, a stunning diamond band that sparkled like captured stars.“Dante DeLuca,” the priest said. “Do you swear your oath?”Dante’s eyes never left mine as he spoke, his voice low and firm.“I am bound to you this day. Body, heart, and soul, till death. I will protect you with my life. I will defend you against all enemies. I will honor you above all others. I will treasure you, provide for you, and ke