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

Dante's POV Gia shook her head weakly, trying to deny it. “That was…” But her words broke off, as if even her mouth had stopped believing her. I cupped both of her breasts, fingers splaying wide as I caressed them too gently, drawing circles around her hardened peaks, savoring the heat, the weight, the way her skin shivered beneath my palms. A whimper escaped her lips, soft and helpless. Her hands shot out instinctively, not to stop me, but to grasp mine for balance as her knees wobbled beneath the weight of sensation. "Watch how your nipples are hard and aching," I murmured, tracing her areola. "Not just for my touch... but for my mouth too. You want that, don’t you, pretty doll?" She shivered, eyes shutting, lips parted. I leaned in, dragging my mouth along her neck, right against the spot she told me she didn’t like being touched. The second I brushed my lips there, her body jolted in my arms. Liar. I pushed her further. My mouth hovered just at her peak, and I groan

Dante's POV Then it happened, Gia's terrified eyes locked on mine. And for a moment, she disappeared. Replaced by the broken, beautiful face I couldn’t save. The only voice that calmed me down when I was about to crash out. And now, as I hovered over Gia with violence pumping through my limbs, it felt like I heard her voice again, pleading. This isn’t you… I pulled away, even as my cock throbbed with the need to bury itself in her heat, but guilt and rage and grief crashed into me in a wave that almost made me sick. I pushed off her, shoving myself away so fast her eyes widened in confusion. I let out a low, bitter growl as I stood and spat through clenched teeth, "You’d beg me to stick this cock inside you, Gia… You hear me?” I glared down at her, my voice feral now. "That’s a fucking promise. And only then, only when you crawl to me, desperate for it… will it ever happen." I turned away, storming into my closet. The silence behind me was deafening. I grabbed

Gia’s POV Dante’s tongue pushed into my mouth, demanding entrance, and I parted my lips without thinking. He took over, no gentleness, just a deep, consuming hunger. His kiss claimed every corner of my mouth. For a moment, I froze. I didn’t even know how to respond. I’d never been kissed before. Then he pulled back slightly, breath hot against my lips, and growled, “Let go... and feel this.” I shut my eyes and gave in. He kissed me again, this time fiercer, and I let myself fall into it. My lips moved with his, hungry and helpless. My fingers dug in the sheets as heat surged through me, my back arching off the bed. A moan slipped out before I could stop it. I leaned in more, chasing the taste of his mouth, craving the way he made me feel like I was burning from the inside out. And just when I didn’t want the kiss to end, when I would’ve given anything for more, he pushed off me and stood beside the bed. I sat up slowly, eyes following him, still trying to catch my breath. My

Gia’s POVThe doors swung open and we stepped into a massive room that looked like it belonged in some underground mercenary headquarters. The walls were dark, filled with weapons lined up like trophies, knives, things I didn’t even have names for. It was all one big dangerous world that sent chills down my spine.Every man inside stiffened the moment Dante walked in. He didn’t need to speak. They moved like they’d been trained to snap to attention at the sound of his boots.And me? I walked in like I didn’t care, making it clear I'd been dragged here, ripped from the only life I had left.Though it wouldn't make much of a difference, because these men were all a bunch of heartless humans.Dante stopped in front of them.“This,” he said, nodding toward me without even looking, “is Gianna Giovanni. Vincenzo’s daughter.”Whispers didn’t follow. Just a stillness.He went on, voice low but final, like he was making a vow. “From this moment on, she is under my protection. No one touches he

Dante's POVGia squirmed like a wildcat slung over my shoulder, kicking, twisting, her fists beating uselessly against my back, but none of it mattered. If anything, every scratch, every wiggle, every breath that left her mouth only fueled the fire already roaring through my veins."Put me down!" she shouted for the tenth time, her voice muffled against my back.I didn’t even acknowledge it.My boots hit the marble hard as I stormed down the hallway. A few of my men caught sight of me coming and instantly stepped out of my path. No one dared to speak or even look for more than a second.Her voice rose again, irritated. “You’re insane!” she cried, her fists pounding harder. “You can’t just drag people around like sacks of flour!”The only response she got was the tightening of my arm around her thighs.She could yell herself hoarse, I wasn’t stopping. Her words still rang in my head like a damn war drum.She thought she could disrespect me, emasculate me, challenge me, humiliate me, an