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

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.”

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.”

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.”

“It doesn’t matter what she feels.” I stepped toward her again. “I’m choosing to be with you. That’s all that matters.”

“I don’t think it is.” Her voice wavered “Selene is a part of your family. She’s sacrificed so much because she loves you. Ariel sees her like a mother. And I’m new in all of this. First there’s the memory of your late wife, and now this. I can’t compete with whatever she’s offering,”

Pain lanced through my chest. She actually thought she was not enough.

“I would never ask you to compete.” I reached for her again, needing to touch her. “I loved Esme. She was my world. And I’m learning to make peace with the fact that she’s gone and you are the new chapter now. So know this, there’s no competition between you and anyone. You are perfect just as you are.”

“I want to believe I’m enough for you.” Her eyes glistened with tears. “But I know enough to know that men in this world never stay loyal to one. I’ve heard stories. Seen it. And today proved it.”

“Some men in my position take mistresses,” I admitted, hating the words even as they left my mouth. “But I am not some men.”

“But you could.” Jealousy and fear warred in her expression. “If you wanted to. It’s expected, isn’t it? The Mafia King gets to do whatever he wants. Gets to sleep with whoever he wants.”

“Gianna…”

“I won’t share you.” She poked her finger into my chest with each word, her touch burning through my shirt. “I don’t care what tradition says. I don’t care what’s expected.”

Another poke, harder this time, her nail digging in. “If you think for one second that I’m going to stand by while you sleep with other women…”

The final words burst from her, fierce and possessive. “Then know that I would be with other men too.”

My vision went red. Possessiveness roared through my veins, primal and violent.