All Chapters of Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Dante’s POVI ended the call before he could respond and tossed the phone onto the passenger seat. He knew better than to argue. Rossi had been my jeweler for years, since before Esme, before the empire was built. He’d learned long ago that when I called, there was no negotiation.The city blurred past as I drove through on pure instinct. My mind was somewhere else, planning, imagining Gianna's face when she realized escape was impossible, when she understood that running only made things worse.Then I saw it.A neon sign cut through the dark... Pleasure and Punishment... flashing pink and purple against the night.Adrenaline hit me like a shot. Perfect. Exactly what I needed.I pulled into the lot and cut the engine. The place wasn’t subtle, dark glass, low music slipping through the walls. One look and you knew not to ask questions. This was where men came to forget, to take back whatever control life had stolen from them.I pulled up and went straight inside. A blonde looked up fro

Gianna's POV I was terrified in Dante’s arms as he carried me up the stairs effortlessly, his big arms locked around me like steel bands. My body trembled against his chest, and I couldn’t stop it no matter how hard I tried. “Dante…” I whispered, my voice shaking. He didn’t answer. His jaw was tight, his eyes fixed straight ahead. My fingers clutched his shirt without thinking, desperate for something to hold onto, even though he was the very thing I should have been running from. He pushed open a door and stepped inside the room. My heart raced wildly. This was it, I thought. Whatever punishment he had in mind, it would start here. He set me on the bed, and I instantly moved back until my shoulders hit the headboard, folding my knees close to my chest. “I’m sorry,” I blurted out, tears burning my eyes. “I’m so sorry, Dante. I didn’t mean to, I wasn’t thinking, please…” He didn’t respond. Not even a glance. Just silence. Then he turned and walked into the bathroom. I sat still

Dante’s POV The room was ready. I stood in the center of it, surveying the setup with cruel satisfaction. I’d had the workers prepare it in the morning while Gianna slept, a private space I hadn’t used in years, converted now into exactly what I needed. A large bed dominated one side, a poster with restraints already attached to each corner. Against the wall hung an array of implements: floggers, riding crops, each one selected with deliberate care. Gianna had brought out a side of me I didn’t think possible again, a need for control that went beyond the usual power dynamics I navigated daily. With her, it was primal. She challenged me in ways no one else dared, and every act of defiance only made me want to break her down and rebuild her to understand exactly who held the power here. Then last night I really saw her face, the bruise on her forehead, the swelling. She was unconscious. A protective instinct rose up in me, contradictory to everything I should have felt. She’d trie

Dante's POV Fuck, Gianna was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Helpless, vulnerable, scared, aroused, mine to do with as I pleased. I wanted to crush her against me, to claim that mouth that dared to lie, to kiss her until she forgot her own name. My hands ached to trail down her neck, over the softness of her shoulders, to cup her breasts, feel the taut weight of them in my palms, pull at them, tease them, drive her mad with need. I imagined taking one nipple into my mouth, swirling, sucking, until she arched helplessly against me, trembling, moaning, addicted to what only I could give. My eyes roamed lower. Her stomach was taut, quivering with every fast, shallow breath. The V between her legs was laid bare. I wanted to slip my hand beneath it, to stroke her, to taste her heat, to make her whimper and beg for more. I wanted to discover if her body could betray her mind, if her desire matched the fire raging through me. I couldn’t touch her, not yet, and that was torture. M

Gia's POVWhen Dante came back and stood in front of me, he pushed a button.It made a low, powerful buzzing sound and vibrated intensely in his hand.Hell. It was clearly a vibrator, but bigger and more intimidating than anything I'd ever seen. The vibrations looked strong enough to.......Oh fuck."The truth is your safe word," Dante said, his voice low and commanding. "Use it, and all of this stops. But as long as you keep lying to me......." He let the threat hang in the air."Don….." I tried, but he wasn't listening.He brought the vibrating wand up slowly, letting me watch as it got closer and closer to my clamped nipples.When the vibrations hit my already tortured, sensitive flesh, I nearly screamed."D…o.n...." The moan tore from my throat as he held the wand against one nipple, then the other, the intense vibrations traveling through the clamps and amplifying the sensation a hundredfold."That's it, baby," he growled, his free hand gripping my hip possessively. "Let me hear