Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride (by Oma Green) novel Chapter 144

Chapter 144 I won’t share you

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Chapter 144: I Won’t Share You

DANTE’S POV

My heart stopped beating for a second.

Fear replaced every bit of desire and anger I had felt earlier. This was not just about tonight. This was her giving up. Walking away from our arrangement.

No.

“What do you mean, done?” I kept my voice level, refusing to let the panic show.

“I mean I can’t do this.” She wrapped her arms around herself. “I can’t be in a marriage where I’m constantly controlled. Where I have no say. Where I’m just… just a body for you to use.”

Each word felt like a fist to my gut. Is that really what she thought? That she was just a body to me?

I moved toward the bed, needing to touch her, to make her understand. But she held up her hands.

“Don’t come close.”

I stopped. Every muscle in my body tensed, screaming at me to close the distance. But I forced myself to stay still. To really look

at her.

She was trembling. Her eyes were red from crying. Her whole body radiated pain and something else I could not quite read.

“Gianna… tell me what’s really wrong.” My voice came out softer now. Gentler.

She wiped her eyes, then pointed a sharp finger at me. “So you’re allowed to take mistresses after we’re married?”

There it was.

Understanding washed over me. A faint smile tugged at my lips despite the tension in my body. So this was what the outburst was really about. She was feeling territorial. Jealous. Possessive.

And damn if that did not make me want her even more.

“Yes,” I said carefully, watching her reaction. “But I’m not interested in doing that, and I made it clear earlier.”

She rolled her eyes, and the gesture was so dismissive it sent a jolt of heat through my body. “That was just a show to deceive me. They brought women for you to sleep with right in front of me. No care whatsoever. It’s sick… this barbaric Mafia tradition that’s been practiced since your own father’s time.”

“All that matters is that I turned them away.” I took a small step forward. “And dissolved it.”

“It’s not enough.” Her voice rose again, cracking. “What about when I’m not there? Or when we fight? Or when I make you upset? Because I will. Then you’ll seek pleasure in the arms of other women. You’ll sleep with them the way you should be with me.”

The last sentence hung in the air, raw and vulnerable.

Heat surged through me at her words. The image of burying myself inside her flashed through my mind. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her nails digging into my back, her tight heat clenching around me as she screamed my name.

Focus, Dante.

I shook my head. “You’re overthinking things. That isn’t going to happen. You’re the only woman I want. The only one who

makes me lose control.”

“I don’t believe you.”

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Chapter 144 1 Won’t Share You

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Pain stabbed through my chest. She did not believe me. She did not see herself the way I saw her.

“Well, you should.”

“You’re saying all of this now,” she said bitterly. “Then months down the line, you’ll get bored of me. Someone more experienced comes along. Someone who knows how to please you better.”

“That’s never going to happen.”

“How do I know that?” Tears spilled down her cheeks. “How do I know you won’t decide one day that your shy little wife isn’t enough? That you need someone who can take you deeper, who can make you feel more, who…”

“Stop.” I had had enough of the distance between us. My hand gripped hers firmly, the warmth of her skin sending electricity through my veins.

I pulled her up from the bed, her feet barely touching the ground as I brought her against me. She was so light, so delicate in my arms. Her chest collided with mine, and she let out a soft gasp, a rush of breath escaping her parted lips.

The scent of her arousal still clung to her skin, mixing with the faint perfume she wore. My other arm wrapped around her waist, holding her in place, feeling the rapid rise and fall of her breathing.

“Stop putting words in my mouth.”

She pushed strands of hair away from her face, her fingers trembling. She tried to pull away, but I held tightly.

I tilted her jaw upward with my thumb and forefinger, forcing her gaze to lock with mine. Her eyes were wet, vulnerable, filled with doubt and desire all at once.

“You want to know why no other woman could ever be enough?” My voice dropped low, rough with desire. “Because no one else makes me feel like this. No one else makes me want to break every rule I’ve ever set for myself.”

Her breath hitched, but her eyes flashed with something fierce. “And Selene? What does she mean to you?”

Confusion washed over me, followed quickly by shock.

“What are you talking about?”

Guilt flashed across her face. “I didn’t mean to.” Her words tumbled out in a rush. “But I overheard your conversation with

Selene.”

Damn.

My face hardened. “Gianna, you weren’t meant to hear that.”

She threw her hands up, breaking free from my hold. “That makes it even worse. Knowing that you were going to keep the fact that your sister–in–law confessed she’s in love with you a secret from me.”

“You can’t know that.”

“You just admitted it.” Her voice broke. “How long have you known she’s in love with you? Dante, tell me the truth.”

I pulled away, running my hand through my hair. My mind raced. This explained everything. The jealousy, the outburst, the pain in her eyes.

“Love?” I said carefully. “I just found out moments ago, as it’s apparent you were listening. But that she had some kind of attraction toward me? Yes. To be honest, Selene has always had a thing for me, even before I married her sister. But she knew I never felt the same, and it was Esme I wanted. And now you.”

Gianna ran her hands through her hair, her whole body shaking. “So she’s been in love with you all these years? Oh my God,

Dante.”

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