Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride (by Oma Green) novel Chapter 161

Dante's POV

My gaze dropped to her breasts. Perfect handfuls, topped with dusky pink nipples that were hard and begging for attention. They rose and fell rapidly with her panicked breathing. I wanted to mark them, suck them until she screamed.

Lower, to her slender stomach that quivered with each breath. Every muscle was tense, visible beneath her smooth skin. I wanted to trace every line with my tongue.

Down to the apex of her thighs. To the neat strip of hair that pointed like an arrow to what I wanted most. Even in her fear, I could see moisture glistening there. Her body knew what it wanted even if her mind was still catching up.

My fingers itched to slide between her legs, to feel if she was as wet as she looked, to stroke her until she forgot why she'd been afraid.

But I held back. Barely. My control hung by the thinnest thread.

She needed to understand. I controlled her pleasure. I controlled her body. I controlled everything because she was mine.

I released her wrists but kept her caged against the wall with my body. My hands came up to cup her face, forcing her to meet my eyes.

"Look at me." I commanded when her gaze tried to dart away. "Look at me, Gianna."

Her tear-filled eyes met mine. So much emotion swirled in those depths, fear, desire, guilt, and need.

"You challenged me." My thumb traced her bottom lip, feeling it tremble. "Do you understand what you've done? You challenged your husband. Me. Dante De Luca. No one challenges me and walks away unscathed."

Her hand reached up tentatively, her fingers brushing my forehead. She pulled back, and I saw blood on her fingertips.

"Oh my God..." Her eyes widened in horror as she really looked at my face for the first time since this started. "Dante... I hurt you."

There was a cut on my forehead from one of the glasses she'd thrown. I'd been so consumed with anger and need that I hadn't even felt it. Blood had been slowly trickling down the side of my face this whole time.

"Dante, I'm so sorry!" Genuine remorse filled her voice. More tears spilled down her cheeks. "I didn't mean."

"Don't act innocent now." I caught her hand, pressing her bloody fingers against my lips. "It's what you wanted, wasn't it? To make me bleed because you thought I hurt you. Right?"

She sobbed, shaking her head. "I wasn't thinking."

"Now it's my turn." I leaned down, my lips finding her neck. I sucked hard, marking her, claiming her. My hands moved to her breasts, fingers finding her nipples and pinching. Hard.

"Ah!" She cried out, the sound mixing pleasure and pain in a way that made my cock throb.

I pinched harder, rolling the sensitive buds between my fingers. Not quite enough to truly hurt, but enough to make her squirm, to make her gasp, to make tears leak from the corners of her eyes even as arousal flooded through her.

"Tell me, bella." I twisted her nipples slightly, watching her face contort. "Are you a jealous lover?"

"Yes!" The admission burst from her lips. "Yes, I'm jealous! I can't stand the thought of you with anyone else!"

"And what do you want?" I gentled my touch slightly, soothing the sting, only to pinch again harder. Pleasure. Pain. Pleasure. Pain. Keeping her off balance.

"I want you!" She moaned, her back arching, pushing her breasts more fully into my hands. "All to myself! I don't want to share you with anyone!"

"Yes!" The admission came without hesitation. "Every night! I've thought about it every night!"

"Do you remember the first time I touched you?" I slid one finger barely inside, just the tip, feeling her walls clench around even that small intrusion. "You told me my touch repulsed you."

"I... unmm!" She moved her hips, trying to take my finger deeper, but I pulled back, keeping her on edge.

"Does it still repulse you now?" I circled her entrance again, my thumb deliberately avoiding her clit. Keeping her desperate.

"No... I lied!" She grabbed my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. "You know it doesn't! Please, Dante!"

The confession flooded me with desire. She'd fought so hard against it, the accusations, the anger, pushing my hands away, even as she'd enjoyed every moment.

I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her with everything I couldn't put into words. How much she meant to me. How much her distrust had hurt. How desperately I needed her to believe in me. How I would burn the world down before I let anyone take her from me.

She kissed me back with equal desperation, her hands fisting in my shirt, pulling me closer. Her body melted against mine, soft curves pressing against hard muscle.

She tried to deepen the kiss, to press her hips against mine, but I pulled back.

"Dante..." Protest colored her voice.

"Go to the bed." The command left no room for argument. "Lay down, now."