Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride (by Oma Green) novel Chapter 155

Dante’s POV

“Dante…” Her voice was slurred from drinking. “I knew… I knew this was the only way to get you alone.”

This is a nightmare. My wedding night, and I’m stuck in my office with my drunk, naked sister-in-law.

“Cazzo!” I kept my back to her while I scanned the room desperately for her clothes. “Where the hell are your clothes, Selene? Tell me you didn’t walk through my house naked!”

She shrugged, grinning. “Does it matter?”

My hands curled into fists at my sides. She thought this was funny? She thought this was some kind of game?

“Yes, it fucking matters!”

I couldn’t even look at her. Every instinct screamed at me to get her covered, to get her out, to get back to my wife. The discomfort crawled under my skin like insects.

I need to get her out of here and get back to my wife.

I shrugged off my jacket, trying not to look at her, holding it out behind me. “Put this on. Now.”

I heard the rustle of fabric, felt her take the jacket from my hand.

“There. Happy now?”

I turned slowly, expecting to see her covered.

She stood there, still completely naked, my jacket crumpled in her hand at her side. She hadn’t put it on at all. Just pretended to take it for my benefit.

“Dammit, Selene.” My eyes made brief contact with her naked body before I jerked my head away, staring hard at the wall. “Put the damn jacket on.”

“Why won’t you even look at me?” Her voice cracked. “Am I that repulsive to you?”

Here we go. I knew this conversation would come eventually. Just not tonight. Not like this.

“This isn’t about that. This is madness.” I kept my distance, my hands at my sides. “I just got married. My wife is waiting, and you brought me here for this?”

“Your wife?” She spat the words like poison. “It should have been me, Dante. It should have always been me. Not Esmeralda. Not that little girl. Me.”

“I loved you first!” The pain in her voice cut through the air. “Before my sister. Before Esmeralda, God rest her soul. I saw you first, Dante. I loved you first.”

The revelation hit me like a punch to the gut. She’d been carrying this for how long? Years? A decade? More?

I never knew. All these years, and I never knew she felt this way. The weight of it, the years of watching, waiting, hoping, softened whatever anger I felt at her for pulling a stunt like this.

“But then you saw her.” Selene’s voice broke. “And you chose her. You always chose her. And now… now that little girl. What do they all have that I can’t give you?”

Because I never wanted you, Selene. Not once. Not ever. And I need you to understand that. But God, how do I tell her that without destroying what’s left of her?

“I never knew you had feelings for me even before Esme’s death.” I let out a breath. “But don’t blame Esme or Gianna. I just never felt that way towards you.”

She flinched as if I’d struck her.

“I’m not attracted to you. I never have been. Not before Esmeralda, not after, not now. That’s the truth.”

“Why?” Tears streamed down her face. “What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing is wrong with you.” I ran a hand through my hair. “You’re beautiful. Any man would want you.”

“I don’t want any man!” She stumbled toward me. “I want you!”

She pressed her body against mine before I could react, her bare skin hot through my clothes. The smell of alcohol was overwhelming.

The disgust rolled through me in waves. This was so wrong.

I grabbed her shoulders, trying to push her away gently. But all I could think about was Gianna. How I would never dishonor our marriage like this. Not tonight. Not ever.

“I can fuck you good.” Selene’s voice dropped to a whisper as she rubbed her body against mine. “Your little bride wouldn’t have to know. It’s our secret. After all, you can take mistresses. It’s allowed.”

She’s right about that. She was there when I couldn’t be. When I was drowning in grief and rage, she took care of my daughter. For years. She was there for me too, in her own way. Never pushed. Never demanded. Until now.

The guilt twisted in my gut. I owed her. I owed her so much. But not this. Never this.

“I’m grateful for what you did for Arielle.” My voice softened slightly. “Truly. You were there when I couldn’t be. You took care of my daughter when I was falling apart. I’ll never forget that, Selene. But that doesn’t mean you own me. It doesn’t mean I owe you my body.”

“I don’t want your gratitude!” She screamed in my face. “I want you!”

Her hands went to my belt, fumbling with the buckle. Her fingers were clumsy, desperate.

No. Absolutely not. This ends now.

“That’s enough.” I grabbed her around the waist, lifting her off me. I set her down hard on her feet, then stepped back, going around my seat so it stood as the barrier between us.

I could call my men right now. Have them drag her out. Lock her in a room until she sobers up. But she’s Esme’s sister. She’s family. And family gets more chances than they deserve.

“You’re right. I’ll just leave.” Her voice went soft, pitiful. She bent down slowly, reaching for the jacket she’d dropped on the floor. “I’ll put this on and go. I’m sorry, Dante. I’m so sorry.”

Her hand touched the fabric, and then her legs gave out.

She collapsed.

I moved instinctively to catch her before she hit the floor. Years of training, of protecting people, it was automatic.

And the moment my hands touched her, she lunged. Her legs wrapped around my waist, using my own momentum against me. We stumbled backward, and I fell into the chair behind my desk with her straddling me.

“Selene, what the…”

Her hips started rolling against me, grinding down hard. She moaned, loud and theatrical, her head falling back. Her hands went to her breasts again, squeezing them, pinching her nipples.

“Feel how good this could be.” She was panting, moving faster. “Feel how much I want you.”