Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

Gianna's POVI felt like I was going to combust right there on the dance floor."You... you slipped your fingers inside me.""While you watched in the mirror." His breath was hot against my neck. "While the assistants waited right outside that door. While you bit your lip trying not to make a sound."God, yes. I remembered the danger of it. The thrill. The way I had to stay quiet while you made me fall apart."Yes," I whispered."What next?" His hand gripped my thigh harder. "When my fingers were deep inside you, curling against that spot that makes you lose your mind, what did you do?""I... I couldn't help it. I moved against your hand."I rode your fingers like my life depended on it. I was shameless. Desperate. Completely yours."You did more than that." His voice was rough now. "You begged me. What did you beg for, bella?"Oh God. I could barely breathe. My underwear was soaked. I needed him so badly I couldn't think straight."I begged you not to stop.""And?""I begged you to m

Dante’s POV“Dante…” Her voice was slurred from drinking. “I knew… I knew this was the only way to get you alone.”This is a nightmare. My wedding night, and I’m stuck in my office with my drunk, naked sister-in-law.“Cazzo!” I kept my back to her while I scanned the room desperately for her clothes. “Where the hell are your clothes, Selene? Tell me you didn’t walk through my house naked!”She shrugged, grinning. “Does it matter?”My hands curled into fists at my sides. She thought this was funny? She thought this was some kind of game?“Yes, it fucking matters!”I couldn’t even look at her. Every instinct screamed at me to get her covered, to get her out, to get back to my wife. The discomfort crawled under my skin like insects.I need to get her out of here and get back to my wife.I shrugged off my jacket, trying not to look at her, holding it out behind me. “Put this on. Now.”I heard the rustle of fabric, felt her take the jacket from my hand.“There. Happy now?”I turned slowly,

Anna's POVMira studied my face for a long moment. “If you insist, then I support you.”“Thank you.”My eyes went to Alfonso and another guard standing near the entrance. “I kinda need you to distract them.”Mira smirked, immediately understanding. “I’m on it. Be safe, okay?”“I will.”“I’ll tell Alfonso you requested something special for the cake cutting. That should keep them busy.”I squeezed her shoulder. “You’re the best.”I watched as Mira walked over to Alfonso, her posture shifting to something more animated. She gestured toward the kitchen, speaking rapidly. Alfonso and the other guard turned around, following her pointing finger.That was my moment.The room went dim for a slow song, which helped. Everyone was dancing, focused on their partners.I walked by the side of the dance floor, though I knew it was hard not to be noticed, considering I was dressed in an extravagant white dress and was the bride, the center of attention.I snuck out, avoiding eye contact with anyone,

Dante's POVI ducked, but fury exploded in my chest like a grenade going off.I closed the distance between us in three strides. She tried to run, scrambling backward with panic written all over her face, but I was faster. My hands closed around her arms, firm but careful not to bruise."What the hell is wrong with you?"She fought me like a wild animal, twisting and pulling against my grip."Let me go! You're a liar! A fucking liar!"Shock rippled through me, momentarily drowning out the anger. "Liar? What are you talking about?""I don't want you to touch me!" She was sobbing now, still fighting. "You lied! You promised!"Pain filled my chest at her words. This was supposed to be our night. Our beginning. And instead, she was looking at me like I'd destroyed her."Gianna." I forced my voice to stay level even as every rejection felt like a knife sliding between my ribs."Calm down and tell me what the hell you're talking about. Now."She kept struggling, kept cursing through her tea

Dante's POVMy gaze dropped to her breasts. Perfect handfuls, topped with dusky pink nipples that were hard and begging for attention. They rose and fell rapidly with her panicked breathing. I wanted to mark them, suck them until she screamed.Lower, to her slender stomach that quivered with each breath. Every muscle was tense, visible beneath her smooth skin. I wanted to trace every line with my tongue.Down to the apex of her thighs. To the neat strip of hair that pointed like an arrow to what I wanted most. Even in her fear, I could see moisture glistening there. Her body knew what it wanted even if her mind was still catching up.My fingers itched to slide between her legs, to feel if she was as wet as she looked, to stroke her until she forgot why she'd been afraid.But I held back. Barely. My control hung by the thinnest thread.She needed to understand. I controlled her pleasure. I controlled her body. I controlled everything because she was mine.I released her wrists but kept