Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

Dante's POV Gianna turned around, legs trembling beneath her. My eyes tracked every motion, devouring the sight of her naked body like a starving man presented with a feast. Damn, she was perfection. The elegant curve of her spine called to my lips. The way her waist dipped before flaring into those perfect hips made my hands ache to grip them. That ass, round and firm and absolutely perfect, swayed with each step, practically begging for my touch. Her thighs pressed together as she walked, a futile attempt to hide her arousal when I could already smell how wet she was. The scent filled my lungs, made my mouth water, made my cock throb with desperate need. She climbed onto the bed and lay down, her eyes locked on mine. Wide, uncertain, and aroused. The combination made a primal need roar inside my chest. My hands moved to my shirt, fingers fumbling with the buttons despite having done this thousands of times. But tonight was different. Tonight I was claiming my wife. Tonight I

Dante's POVI rewarded her plea by taking the peaked nipple between my lips and sucking hard. Her cry of pleasure made my cock leak against her thigh."Oh!" She moaned, her hands flying to my hair.I worked her nipple with my tongue, circling it, flicking it, feeling it harden even more. "You like that, bella?""Yes!" She whimpered. "Yes, don't stop!""So responsive." I switched to her other breast, giving it the same attention. "These pretty nipples were made for my mouth. Look how hard they get for me."My teeth scraped over the sensitive bud and she gasped, her hands fisting in my hair. "Dante!""Does that feel good?" I did it again, harder."Yes! Oh, yes!" Her hips lifted, seeking friction against my body.My hand slid down her torso while my mouth stayed focused on her breast. I traced every curve, every dip, mapping her body with my palm. Her skin was like silk, warm and smooth and perfect."This body." I released her nipple with a wet pop, my eyes raking over her. "Every inch o

Gianna's POVThe accuracy of his observation sent a chill through me.He was right. I had always held back from Dante. How could I not? He was the Mafia king. Our relationship was built on blood and revenge.I didn't know if I could trust him wholly. If all of this, the wedding, the vows, or if the promises he'd made were real.So yes, I'd held back. I'd protected what little remained of my heart because giving it to him, to a man who had every reason to hate me for the sins of my father, felt like signing my own death warrant.But after everything that happened tonight, it was clear my feelings for him were too much. Too strong. Too consuming to control.I hadn't wanted to admit it to myself. I had fought against it with everything I had. But when he'd touched me, when he'd commanded my pleasure with such absolute authority, those carefully constructed walls had crumbled. I couldn't bear the thought of him being with another woman. And now, lying here in the aftermath of the most int

Gianna's POV "But I was wrong." He met my eyes again. "You're still looking for reasons not to trust me. Still putting up walls. And I don't know what else to do, Gianna. I don't know how else to prove to you that this is real for me." Guilt washed over me. "I'm sorry. I just..." "Don't push it." He shook his head. "Just relax and let me finish washing you. Please." The exhaustion in his voice broke me. I nodded, sinking back against the tub, not knowing what else to say. That's when I noticed it, the bold outline straining against his sleep pants. Even now, even angry and hurt, his body still responded to me. The guilt intensified even further. I reached out, my wet hand finding his forearm, trailing up to his bicep. My eyes dropped to where his cock pressed rigid against the fabric. "Dante, after the pleasure you gave me, it's only fair that I return it. Let me..." "No." He pulled away from my touch, standing abruptly. Water dripped from his hands back into the tub. "Pleas

Dante's POVLast night wouldn't leave me alone. Gianna's body shook under my mouth, the taste of her still branded on my tongue, the way she'd come so hard she couldn't stop, couldn't control it, liquid heat soaking my face while she screamed my name like a prayer and a curse all at once.And then she'd looked at me with those wide, scared eyes and asked me not to make love to her.Can we not make love tonight?Like I was some kind of threat she needed protection from, like everything we'd just shared meant absolutely nothing, like the intimacy we'd built over the past few weeks had evaporated the moment she caught her breath.I pressed my palms against the desk and tried to breathe in slowly, then out. It was a pathetic attempt to get my heart rate under control, to stop the rage and hurt and confusion from bleeding into every thought.I'd spent weeks breaking down her walls, brick by brick, showing her she could trust me, that this marriage could be more than just revenge and obliga