Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride (by Oma Green) novel Chapter 149

Chapter 147: No One Dares Touch What’s Mine

DANTE’S POV

I pushed just the tip of my finger into her slick heat, and she cried out in pleasure.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I growled, pushing my finger in deeper. “So perfect.”

She was wet enough that my finger slid in easily despite her tightness, her body welcoming the invasion even as it stretched to accommodate me. I pumped my finger slowly, feeling her inner walls flutter and clench around me.

“More,” she begged. “Please, Dante, more.”

I added a second finger, then a third finger, stretching her further. She gasped, her head falling back against the wall. Her body resisted at first, so tight I had to work my fingers in carefully.

But she was so wet, her arousal easing the way, and soon she was taking all fingers deep.

“Look at you,” I said, watching her face. “Taking my fingers so well. Opening up for me even though you’re so tight.”

I curled my fingers, finding that spot inside her that made her see stars. She cried out my name, her body jerking in my arms.

“That’s it, pretty doll.” I stroked her G–spot deliberately, my fingers pumping in and out of her tight heat. “Feel how good! make you.”

“So good,” she moaned. “So good, Dante.”

My other hand gripped her ass, holding her steady against the wall as I worked her with my fingers. She was panting now, her body trembling, her inner muscles clenching rhythmically around my fingers.

“Would you let anyone else touch you like this?” I asked, my voice taking on a darker edge.

“No,” she gasped. “Never.”

“Never?” I thrust my fingers harder, deeper. “What if Niccolo wanted to touch this sweet pussy? Would you let him?”

“No!” Her eyes flew open, meeting mine. “Only you, Dante. Only you.”

“What if he tried?” My voice dropped to a sinister tone. My fingers never stopped their relentless pace, stroking her G–spot with precision. “What if he put his hands on you? Tried to touch what’s mine?”

“I wouldn’t let him,” she moaned, her hips rocking against my hand.

“And if you did?” I leaned in close, my lips brushing her ear. “If you ever let another man touch you… it you ever spread these legs for someone else… do you know what I’d do?”

She whimpered, her body tightening around my fingers.

“I’d break every finger that touched you.” My voice was sinister, calm, like I was discussing the weather and not oper

by one. I’d make you watch while I snapped each bone. Make you listen to them scream.”

“Dante…” She was gasping now, caught between fear and arousal

“And then…” I added a fourth finger, stretching her impossibly tight channel

She cried out, her body struggling to accommodate the intrusion even as her wetness eased the way pa

hand.”

My fingers pumped faster, harder, billing her spot with every thrust the body was shaking, her main getting

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“Oh God,” she sobbed, her body tensing.

“I’d make you watch his brains paint the wall.” My thumb found her clit, circling it with firm pressure. “Make you see what happens when someone tries to take what’s mine. And then…”

I thrust my fingers deep, curling them hard against her G–spot while my thumb pressed down on her clit.

“Then I’d fuck you in his blood. Make you scream my name while you’re covered in the evidence of your betrayal. Show you who you really belong to.”

Her body was right on the edge, trembling violently, her pussy clamping down on my fingers. She was so close I could feel it in every quiver of her muscles.

“Dante… please… no…” she protested weakly, but her body told a different story. Her hips were grinding against my hand, chasing the release I was building in her.

I pulled my fingers out abruptly, and she cried out in frustration. Her eyes flew open, desperate and needy.

“You’re not allowed to come yet,” I said darkly, my eyes burning into hers. “Not until I say so. Not until I’m the one making you fall apart.”

Her eyes lit up with understanding, as she nodded frantically, willing to accept whatever I demanded.

I lowered her slowly, letting her feet touch the ground. Her legs were shaking so badly she could barely stand, so I held her against me while I worked at my belt with my free hand.

The need coursing through me was overwhelming, I’d held back for so long, denied myself for months while I prepared her, trained her, made her mine in every way except the one that mattered most.

My pants hit the floor, and my cock sprang free, hard and aching. I’d been fighting this erection all night, watching her in that dress I’d chosen, knowing what was underneath, knowing she was mine. The precum leaking from my tip was evidence of just how much control I’d been exercising.

I needed to feel her. Needed her wet heat against me, even if I couldn’t be inside her yet.

I gripped her hips and lifted her again, positioning her against the wall. This time, when her legs wrapped around my waist. there was nothing between us. My bare cock pressed against her slick entrance, and we both groaned at the contact.

“Fuck,” I growled, feeling how wet she was, how ready. It would be so easy to just… thrust up. To sink into her tight virgin heat and make her mine completely.

I rubbed my cock against her, coating myself in her arousal. The head of my cock circled her entrance, teasing, tempting, My primal instinct pushed me to drive into her, to claim her, to make her mine in every way possible.

Her body opened for me slightly, her entrance yielding to the pressure of my cock. I could feel how tight she was, feel her body trying to pull me in even as I held back. It would hurt her, she was so tight, and I was not a small man

But God, I wanted it. Wanted to feel her stretch around me, wanted to hear her cry out my name as I filled her for the first tas

The thought of being the first, the only, man to ever be inside her made my cock throb against her entrance.

Months of restraint, of holding back, of training her body to respond to mine without taking what I truly wantest coming to a head now.

“Yes. Dante I need…” she whimpered, her hips trying to push down onto me

I was all

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Chapter 148: Promise Me

DANTE’S POV

The temptation was unbearable. I could take her right here, right now, against this wall. I could make her mine in every possible way. My cock was right there, pressed against her entrance, her body wet and willing and begging for it.

But no.

Not like this.

Not against a fucking wall like some quick, desperate fuck.

When I took her virginity, when I made her completely mine, it would be special. It would be something she’d never forget. Her first time would be perfect, in our bed, on our wedding night, when she was officially my wife. I’d take my time, make it good for her, show her what it meant to be loved by me.

I pulled back slightly, repositioning so my cock was no longer threatening to breach her entrance. Instead, I let it slide up, pressing against her clit.

Her eyes searched mine. “Why…?”

“Not tonight,” I said, my voice strained with the effort of holding back. “Not like this.”

“But….”

“The first time I make love to you, you’ll be my wife.” I looked into her eyes, letting her see the promise there. “I’m going to do it right, pretty doll. I’m going to make it perfect for you.”

I began to stroke my cock against her clit, using her arousal as lubrication. The friction was incredible, her wet heat, her soft skin, the little gasps she made with every stroke.

My cock slid easily through her folds, the head bumping against her clit with each thrust.

“Dante,” she moaned, her head falling back against the wall.

“That’s it,” I encouraged, increasing my pace. “Feel how hard I am for you. Feel what you do to me.”

I thrust faster, harder, my cock sliding through her slickness. Every stroke made my balls tighten, made the need to be inside her almost unbearable. But I focused on her pleasure, on the way her body was responding, on the moans falling from her lips.

“I’m… oh God… I’m…” She couldn’t even finish the sentence.

“Cum for me,” I commanded, grinding my cock hard against her clit. “Show me how good I make you feel.”

She shattered. Her whole body convulsed in my arms, her scream echoing off the walls. I felt her arousal gush against my cock, hot and slick, coating me completely.

Her nails dug into my shoulders, her legs tightening around my waist as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.

I kept stroking through her orgasm, prolonging it, watching her face as she came apart. She was fucking beautiful like this, lost in pleasure, completely mine, trusting me with her body and her release.

When the waves finally subsided, I slowly lowered her to the ground. Her legs were completely useless, trembling so badly she couldn’t stand. I held her against me, supporting her weight, watching as she tried to catch her breath.

She looked absolutely perfect. Beads of sweat glistened on her skin, making her glow in the dim light. Her mouth was swollen from my kisses, her lips red and full.

Her chest heaved with each breath, her breasts rising and falling. But it was her eyes that captivated me, dazed, satisfied, and filled with something that looked like love.

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Her gaze trailed down my body, and I followed it to my cock. Still hard. Still throbbing Still aching for release. The head was flushed dark, precum leaking steadily from the tip. My length was coated in her arousal, making it shine.

“Dante…” Her voice was filled with guilt. “You didn’t…” O

She reached for me, but I caught her hand, pulling it away. “Let me help you,” she said.

“I want to touch you.”

Before I could stop her, she closed the gap between us. Her hand touched my chest, sliding down slowly, exploring. When her fingers wrapped around my cock, I nearly lost it right there.

“Gianna… fuck,” I groaned, my eyes closing at the sensation

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