All Chapters of Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Dante's POVGia was reluctant, I saw the war in her head. But slowly she lay back... and opened her legs shyly for me, like she was ashamed of the act.My gaze dropped.And fuck me... she was perfect.Her core was bare and smooth, and the way her clit peeked out subtly, already puffed up like it needed my attention... it made my mouth water.I wanted to drop to my knees, suck and torture that spot until her body arched and trembled, until her breath shattered and she cried out my name over and over, begging me not to stop.But tonight wasn’t about teasing. It was about claiming.I stepped back, strode to the bedside drawer, pulled it open, and grabbed protection.She flinched as I tore the wrapper with my teeth, watching her the entire time. Her eyes widened as I slid it on, and I could see the way her body stiffened even more.I climbed over her slowly, letting my body hover above hers without pressing down. She looked so fucking small under me, like a porcelain doll in a world built

Gia’s POVWhen I woke early this morning, I was stunned to find Dante lying beside me on the bed, sound asleep.For a moment, I just stared at him, stunned that the devil himself could look so peaceful in sleep.Then came the rush of panic at my hellish reality, and an idea struck in my head. There he was, so vulnerable and unguarded.I could end it all.Silently, I slid out of bed, careful not to wake him. I didn’t know exactly what I was searching for until instinct led me to his discarded pants.My fingers slipped into the pocket, and that’s when I found the knife.My pulse quickened as I held it in my hand. And just like that, a single thought came, Kill him. Take your revenge. End it.Now, here I was, straddling him, knife in hand, pressed against his throat.My hands were shaking.When his eyes snapped open, I froze, expecting fear.But there wasn’t any.He just looked at me with that calm, infuriating smirk, like he was still in control even when I had his life in my hands.My

Gia’s POV“Gia? You’ve been in there for over thirty minutes. Is everything alright?”Grace’s voice filtered through the bathroom door, snapping me out of the thoughts swirling in my head.I rose from the water quickly, my thighs clenching, trying to suppress the ache stirred by the vivid flashes of Dante that refused to fade.“I’ll be out now!” I called, forcing a lightness into my voice that I didn’t feel.I was trembling, and it wasn’t from the bathwater, it had gone cold a while ago.It was from what my mind refused to let go.Quickly, I washed the last of the soap from my skin and muttered under my breath, “No. I can’t have any kind of physical feelings for that monster. Never.”When I stepped out, Grace was waiting. She helped me dry off and handed me a soft, beautiful yellow dress with a high slit.I paused. “How did you even know my size?”Grace offered a soft smile, her hands clasped in front of her. “It’s all thanks to Don Dante,” she said smoothly. “He was... very specific

Gia’s POV Just for a second, I saw a trace of desperation in Dante's face. It almost made him look human, but I knew better. Whatever he wanted from me, I wasn’t giving it. This man had to be insane if he thought I’d willingly be used as bait to lure my father out. Even if my father was alive, I wasn’t betraying him. His survival meant I still had hope of escaping this place someday. Still... I wasn’t stupid. I knew if I pushed too hard without giving him something, I’d be the one paying the price. I leaned over the table, tracing a route with my finger like I was giving him something valuable. “There was a dock. Some port warehouses east of the city. He used it sometimes.” Dante didn’t even look at the map. His eyes stayed locked on my face. “You’re lying.” Of course he knew. He always knew. But he wasn’t getting the truth, not today, not ever. He wanted to break me? I’d make him work for it. We stared each other down. Neither of us blinked. I could feel his patience slipping,

Dante’s POVMy gaze locked greedily on the sleek folds between her legs, that sweet little hole sitting there so inviting, practically begging me to stroke it, stretch it, work it until she was panting my name so loud it echoed through the hallway.My hand twitched with the urge, but I held back. This wasn’t about taking her. Not yet. This was about punishing her, breaking her. By the time I was done, she’d hand me every secret about her father herself.She started to protest the moment I spread her open.“No… not like this. You promised,” she breathed, voice shaky. “You said you wouldn’t take me until I begged you. Remember?”Clever girl. She was throwing my own words back at me, hoping it would save her from the horror she thought I was about to inflict.She thought I wanted to force myself on her. But she was wrong about me.I might be a monster, yes. But I’d never forced a woman. Not then. Not now.Breaking her wasn’t about that.It was about making her want it, making her surrend