Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride (by Oma Green) novel Chapter 153

Gianna's POV

I felt like I was going to combust right there on the dance floor.

"You... you slipped your fingers inside me."

"While you watched in the mirror." His breath was hot against my neck. "While the assistants waited right outside that door. While you bit your lip trying not to make a sound."

God, yes. I remembered the danger of it. The thrill. The way I had to stay quiet while you made me fall apart.

"Yes," I whispered.

"What next?" His hand gripped my thigh harder. "When my fingers were deep inside you, curling against that spot that makes you lose your mind, what did you do?"

"I... I couldn't help it. I moved against your hand."

I rode your fingers like my life depended on it. I was shameless. Desperate. Completely yours.

"You did more than that." His voice was rough now. "You begged me. What did you beg for, bella?"

Oh God. I could barely breathe. My underwear was soaked. I needed him so badly I couldn't think straight.

"I begged you not to stop."

"And?"

"I begged you to make me come."

"That's my girl." His approval sent another wave of heat through me. "And did I?"

"Yes." The memory alone was making me ache. I was already wet. Soaked. "You made me come so hard I had to grab the mirror to stay standing. My legs were shaking."

I've never come like that before. Never lost control like that. And I want it again. Now.

"While you watched yourself fall apart on my fingers." His hand finally reached the apex of my thighs, and I bit back a moan.

"While I told you how beautiful you looked losing control. How I couldn't wait to have you like that again."

"Dante." It came out as a plea.

Please. Touch me. Really touch me. I don't care who sees.

"And now here we are." His fingers traced the lace edge of my underwear, finding the wet fabric. "With all these people around us. And you're already soaking through your panties for me, aren't you?"

I couldn't even deny it.

"Yes," I admitted breathlessly.

"I want you so badly," he growled against my neck. "I don't know how much longer I can wait. All day, watching you in this dress, knowing what you're wearing underneath it. Knowing that soon, very soon, I'm going to peel every layer off you and taste every inch of you until you're crying out my name."

His hips pressed against me, and the hard length of him against my stomach made me dizzy with want.

I needed to get control of this situation. I needed to think. I couldn't. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't focus on anything except how badly I needed him inside me.

"Get a grip, Don," I managed, trying to tease but sounding desperate instead. "People are watching."

"To hell with them," he said roughly. "I don't care about them."

His hand slid around to grip my backside, pulling me impossibly closer. The pressure of his body against mine was maddening.

"But you?" His voice was raw, hungry. "I want to take you upstairs and spread you out on our bed. I want to taste you until you're begging me to stop. I want to hear you moan my name. I want to feel your thighs shaking around my head when you come on my tongue."

Oh God. I wasn't going to survive this.

"Dante," I breathed, my hands clutching his shoulders for support. "You can't say things like that."

"Why not? You're my wife. I can tell you exactly what I plan to do to you." His lips found my neck again, trailing hot kisses down to my collarbone.

"How I'm going to lay you out on our bed and worship every inch of you. How I'm going to make you come with my mouth first, lick you until you're sobbing. Then my fingers will stretch you open and make you beg. Then finally, when you're desperate for it, when you're ready to take all of me, I'm going to take you so deeply you'll feel me for days."

A moan escaped me before I could stop it.

He pulled back just enough to look at me. His grey eyes were nearly black with desire.

A vein pulsed at his temple, the muscles in his neck taut with restraint.

"The wedding is done," he said tightly. "You're not looking at anyone else tonight. We're leaving. Now."

"But the guests," I protested weakly. "We haven't done the cake cutting. Or the bouquet toss. The traditional dances. Your men expect the oath toast. There's still the gift presentation, the family blessings."

"Forget all of it," he growled. "They have food, drinks, and entertainment. That's enough."

"I can't wait another second, Gianna," he continued. "I need you. Now. Not later. Right now."

His hand tightened on my hip, the other sliding up to cup the back of my neck.

"We're leaving. No one would dare stop us."

I nodded, my resistance finally gone.

He grabbed my hand and began walking toward the exit. The crowd parted around us, whispers starting.

I didn't care.

Then Bruno appeared, stepping directly into Dante's path.

No. Not now.

Dante stopped, his entire body going rigid.

"Move," he growled. "I'm taking my wife upstairs."

Bruno didn't budge.

"Don, it's an emergency," he said. "There's been a break-in to your office."