Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride (by Oma Green) novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132: He Was Going To Be The Death Of Me

Gianna’s POV

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“should be done by now,” the assistant’s voice drifted from outside. ‘Let me just check on her.”

Dante’s fingers curled inside me again, hitting that devastating spot while his thumb circled my clit with relentless precision. Pleasure crashed over me in waves so intense I could barely breathe.

That’s the breathed against my ear, his voice sexy as well.. “Give it to me, pretty doll. Show me how much you want to be mine.”

The voices were right outside. Any second now, the door would open, and they would find us.

His fingers moved faster, and I felt the orgasm building, coiling impossibly tight in my core.

“Now,” Dante commanded, his voice dark and absolute. “Come for me now.”

And God help me, I did.

The orgasm slammed into me like a tidal wave, pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, crashing through me in devastating waves.

I bit down hard on my hand to keep from screaming, my whole body convulsing as Dante worked me through it, his fingers never stopping, drawing out every last tremor until I was shaking and spent in his

arms.

In the mirror, I watched myself come apart, watched my eyes squeeze shut, my mouth open on a silent scream, my body go rigid before melting completely, held up only by Dante’s arm around my waist.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, pressing kisses to my neck and my shoulder. “So fucking beautiful when you explode like this.”

The door handle rattled.

Dante’s fingers slipped out of me, and he adjusted my dress with practiced efficiency, smoothing the skirt back into place and straightening the bodice. His other hand withdrew from my breast, fixing my

neckline quickly.

“Watch,” he murmured.

I forced my heavy–lidded eyes open to see him bring his fingers, still glistening with my wetness, to his mouth. He sucked them clean, his eyes locked on mine in the mirror, and groaned low in his throat.

The sight was so erotic, so filthy, that heat pooled low in my belly all over again. My breath caught as I watched him savor me, watched that dark satisfaction flash across his face.

“Delicious,” he said, his voice thick. “You taste so fucking sweet, tesoro, I can’t wait to get my mouth on you properly. To taste every inch of you. To make you come on my tongue.”

I couldn’t respond. I couldn’t even breathe. I was still shaking, my legs trembling, my whole body

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boneless with lingering satisfaction.

He reached down, adjusting the hem of my dress one final time, making sure every fold fell perfectly. Then he straightened his own shirt with casual elegance, buttoning his cuff and smoothing the fabrica if he’d just finished a routine business meeting.

“My work here is done,” he said with that infuriating smirk, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

The door handle rattled again, harder this time.

“Why won’t it open? Is it stuck or something?” Arielle’s confused voice came through clearly now.

I blinked, glancing at the door, then back toward Dante. What had he done to jam it? But before I could

even turn around to ask-

Dante moved to the back of the room, slipping behind one of the large clothing racks with practiced silence. Of course he was good at this, disappearing, moving unseen. He was a mafia king, after all.

The door suddenly gave way with a click, swinging open.

– Arielle bounded in, all youthful energy, the assistant trailing behind her, looking slightly puzzled. Neither

of them noticed anything amiss.

I stood frozen on the platform, trying desperately to look natural.

“Sorry about the door,” I called out, forcing my voice to sound normal even though my heart was still racing, my body still trembling with aftershocks. “I must have accidentally locked it when I was trying on the dress.”

“That’s perfectly fine, Mrs. DeLuca,” the assistant said with a warm smile. “Did you get a chance to look at it properly?”

Arielle rushed toward me, her face lighting up. “I’m so sorry I took too long! But oh my God, Gianna! You look absolutely gorgeous!” She paused, tilting her head. “I mean, the dress is kind of… exposed? But I love it!”

My body jittered with nerves. “I guess. I really like the dress.”

The words came out uncertain.

From his hiding spot behind the rack of gowns, Dante caught my eye and had the absolute audacity to wink at me, that arrogant, infuriating, devastatingly sexy wink that made my heart flutter even as I wanted to kill him.

He began making his way slowly through the rows of dresses, moving like an assassin between the white fabrics. I could see the amusement dancing in his dark eyes, the way he was clearly enjoying watching me squirm and stumble through this conversation while my body still tingled from what he’d done.

He edged closer to the door, silent as a shadow.

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Just before slipping out completely, he turned back one final time, caught my gaze, and blew me a kiss with that infuriating smirk still playing on his lips.

Then he was gone.

I forced myself to focus on my reflection in the mirror. The beaded bodice really did catch the light beautifully, each crystal glittering. The romantic skirt flowed like water. The elegant slit added just the right edge.

I looked like a bride.

A thoroughly ravished bride.

My face was still flushed, my lips still swollen, my eyes still dark with satisfaction. Anyone looking closely could probably tell exactly what I’d just been doing.

Could they sense it? Could they smell the lingering scent of sex in the air? See the guilt written all over my face?

“I…” My voice came out shaky, and I cleared my throat, trying again. “I really like it.”

Real smooth, Gianna.

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