Semua Bab Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Dante’s POVMorning light streamed through the tall windows of my home office.My hands were buried deep in my pockets as I stared out at the trees swaying in the breeze.The memory of Gianna’s lips wrapped around my cock haunted me, the way she swallowed every inch of me until I was buried in the back of her throat. The innocent look on her face mixed with the filthy way she used her tongue, the wetness dripping from her mouth. It was a sight I couldn’t erase, no matter how hard I tried.And every time I thought of it, guilt ate at my chest. A part of me felt like I was betraying my beloved wife, Esmeralda. God rest her soul. She was the only woman I’d ever opened my heart to, the only one I’d ever truly loved. We were meant to grow old together, but Lorenzo stole her from me, leaving behind a cold, hollow void no woman had ever come close to filling.Since she passed, I’d rarely touched any woman. And when I did, it was never about emotion, just a way to clear my head, to forget. It

Gianna’s POV The sun felt like freedom. It had been so long since I’d felt its warmth on my skin, real warmth, not the dim light that slipped through my bedroom curtains. The air smelled like jasmine and roses, not the heavy, suffocating scent of Dante’s estate. God, I’d missed this. It had taken every ounce of charm, wit, and shameless teasing......teasing I was sure would earn me a punishment later, judging by the rage in Dante’s eyes......to convince him to let me come out here. A miracle, really. But I wasn’t about to waste it. This wasn’t just a picnic, it was part of a plan. Every corner of this estate was a piece of the puzzle I needed to map out if I ever wanted to escape. We followed the stone path until the garden opened up. Roses were in full bloom, and a big fountain stood in the center, its water glistening and making everything look even more beautiful. Bruno grinned, then gave a polite bow. “I’ll give you both privacy.” Then, under his breath, so low only I

Gianna’s POV “Now, you need to understand the male body. It’s not just about the obvious parts, Gianna. There are so many…… sensitive areas.” Mira traced a finger lightly along her collarbone, her voice dropping into something almost instructional. “The neck, for instance. A man’s neck is incredibly sensitive. The feel of your lips trailing down the side of his throat can drive him wild.” I watched, completely intrigued, as her hand drifted up her neck. “But you have to be careful,” she added with a teasing grin. “Some men are ticklish there, especially right behind the ear.” “So I should start with soft touches?” “Exactly. Tease him, make him crave more. Then, when he least expects it, nibble a little. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make him feel it.” Her eyes glimmered with mischief. “And don’t forget the ears themselves. Whispering in his ear can be incredibly erotic. Tell him what you want to do to him…… in detail.” My cheeks flushed hot at the thought. “I’ve neve

Dante’s POVOh, I most certainly can. I warned, leaning in again, my breath grazing her ear. “Remember earlier in my office? When you made sure to remind me how I came screaming your name while Bruno was right there?”“It’s not the same,” she argued, though her voice lacked conviction. “Bruno’s your right hand, practically family. But this…” She gestured around us, her tone rising. “This is in the open.”I savored the tremor in her voice, the quick catch in her breath. She knew she’d gone too far, and she knew what it would cost her.She rolled her eyes, defiance sparking again. “I’m not some little girl you can punish whenever and wherever you feel like.”“Time for talking is over,” I growled, my hand closing on the neckline of her sunflower dress.With one hard, forceful pull, the fabric split down the center and slid away. A soft tearing sound echoed, leaving her in a flowery bra and matching panties that highlighted every curve, every inch of her soft, flushed skin.A hot jolt sho

Gianna’s POV“Yeah… oh… yes… fuck… me… harder…..”The sounds of the lovers on my laptop echoed through the room, their breathless cries filling the air as the man drove into the woman again and again, each thrust sending a fiery pulse through me.The soft glow of the screen painted the room in shifting light, glowing against the walls, against my skin.I couldn’t look away. The moans, the rhythm of their bodies..... it made my face burn, every nerve ending alive.The faces on the screen blurred until they no longer mattered. All that remained was the insistent throbbing deep in my core.It had been like this for hours..... restless, tense, unbearable.And there was only one person to blame.Dante.The memory of him haunted me..... how he had stripped me bare, the hunger in his eyes as he tore my clothes away, the raw power in his touch. It all replayed in my mind over and over, making the ache inside me impossible to fade away.At first, I’d been mortified, standing there in the garde