Semua Bab Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride: Bab 211 - Bab 220

Dante's POV I practically dragged Gianna by the arm into the room, my fingers wrapped tight enough around her wrist so she couldn't break free. I slammed the door behind us with a force that rattled the frame. She stumbled forward, yanking her arm free from my hold. "Dante..." "I gave you one fucking instruction," I cut her off, my rage overtaking me. "Just a few simple minutes where all you had to do was sit and wait for me." I moved toward her, watching the way she backed up instinctively, her breath coming faster. "Then I return to find you dancing with the same little boy from the pool, the one who couldn't keep his hands off you, who just happens to be Matteo, Roberto's son." Her chest heaved as she stared at me, those eyes flashing between fear and fury. "It was just a dance, Dante. He insisted, and I said yes because I thought..." "You thought what?" I took another step forward, and she took one back. "It would be polite? That letting another man put his hands on you was

Dante's POVI cupped her face in my hands, my gaze dropping to her lips.God, I'd been wanting to taste her like this for months. Wanting to claim her mouth without holding back, without any lingering doubt between us.My pulse hammered in my ears as I closed the distance.My lips crashed against hers, hungry and desperate. I kissed her like I was starving, like she was air and I'd been suffocating.Months of restraint shattered. Every night I'd lain beside her, aching to touch her, every morning I'd woken with her body pressed against mine, every stolen glance when she'd walked around in those damn nightgowns, it all erupted in this moment.She moaned into my mouth, and the sound nearly undid me.My tongue swept past her lips, tasting her, exploring her. She met me with the same hunger, her fingers digging into my shoulders.I lifted her, and her legs wrapped around my waist. My hands slid down to grip her thighs as I backed her against the wall.My mouth moved from her lips to her j

Gianna's POV "I'm counting on it." I hooked my thumbs in my panties, dragging them down slowly, swaying my hips as I did. I turned around, bending at the waist to slide them down my legs, giving him a perfect view of my ass and my pussy. The fabric slid down my thighs, past my knees, until I could step out of them completely. I stood before him naked, and for the first time, I wasn't shy. I was confident in my body, in the effect I had on him. I wanted to push him, to make him lose that iron control he always maintained. I slid my hand between my thighs, feeling how wet I already was. My fingers brushed my clit, and I gasped at the sensation. "What if I just..." I circled my clit slowly, watching his face. "Touch myself right here? Would you stop me?" "Fuck!" Dante was on his feet in a second, closing the distance between us. He swooped me up, throwing me over his shoulder. I gasped, then laughed as he carried me to the bed and tossed me onto it. I bounced slightly, bre

Gianna's POVTears welled in my eyes instantly."Fuck!" Dante froze immediately, his face twisted with horror and guilt. "Gianna... I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have lost control like that. I'm so sorry, pretty doll.""It... um..." I gasped, struggling to breathe through the searing pain. It was more intense than I had expected, a deep ache that radiated through my entire body and left me trembling."It's my fault. I should have known better." He kissed my forehead and my cheeks, catching my tears with his lips. "I'm so sorry. Let me make it right.""It's my fault too," I managed, my voice shaky. "I was too eager. I didn't anticipate it would hurt this much.""No." His voice was firm and soothing all at once. "I should have controlled myself. I'm your husband. It's my job to take care of you, to make this good for you."He kissed me softly and gently, his lips tender against mine. His hands moved to my breasts, caressing them with a feather-light touch that made me shiver.He wasn't movi

Gianna's POVMorning light slipped through the curtains, spilling across the room and pulling me awake.I felt him before I fully woke, his large body wrapped around mine, his arm heavy and possessive across my waist, his breath warm against my neck.His hand moved first, trailing up my arm in a slow, lazy caress.Then his fingers threaded through my wild curls, pushing them aside so he could press his face into the crook of my neck.I felt him inhale deeply, breathing me in like I was oxygen itself."Good morning, pretty doll."A sleepy smile tugged at my lips. "Good morning, husband."The word husband seemed to ignite something in him.His arm tightened around my waist, and suddenly he was pulling me deeper against him, molding my body to his like he could not bear even an inch of space between us."You're so beautiful in the morning," he murmured against my neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin there. "Hair wild, skin flushed, wearing nothing but my scent and these marks I lef