Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride (by Oma Green) novel Chapter 162

Dante's POV

Gianna turned around, legs trembling beneath her. My eyes tracked every motion, devouring the sight of her naked body like a starving man presented with a feast.

Damn, she was perfection.

The elegant curve of her spine called to my lips. The way her waist dipped before flaring into those perfect hips made my hands ache to grip them.

That ass, round and firm and absolutely perfect, swayed with each step, practically begging for my touch. Her thighs pressed together as she walked, a futile attempt to hide her arousal when I could already smell how wet she was.

The scent filled my lungs, made my mouth water, made my cock throb with desperate need.

She climbed onto the bed and lay down, her eyes locked on mine. Wide, uncertain, and aroused. The combination made a primal need roar inside my chest.

My hands moved to my shirt, fingers fumbling with the buttons despite having done this thousands of times. But tonight was different. Tonight I was claiming my wife. Tonight I would finally make her mine in every way that mattered.

Each button revealed more skin. My chest. The muscles of my abdomen flexed as I breathed. The dark trail of hair that led downward, pointing like an arrow to where I needed her most.

The shirt fell away.

My hands moved to the suspenders still attached to my dress pants, remnants of the groom's outfit I'd worn earlier.

I slid them off my shoulders, letting them hang at my sides for a moment before undoing the clasps completely. They joined my shirt on the floor.

My belt came next. The metal buckle clinked as I worked it free.

Then my pants. Button. Zipper. The fabric pooled at my feet along with my black briefs, and I kicked them aside without ceremony.

My cock sprang free, thick and angry red and leaking steadily. I wrapped my fist around it, squeezing hard, stroking from base to tip. The pressure helped ease the desperate ache but did nothing to satisfy it. Only one thing could do that.

Gianna.

Her eyes fixed on my length, widening slightly. I'd taught her how to use that pretty mouth, had her on her knees enough times that she knew every inch of my cock intimately. She'd tasted me, swallowed me, learned exactly how to drive me insane with those innocent eyes looking up while she sucked me deep.

But this was different.

This time that thick length would go inside her tight virgin pussy. This time I would stretch her, fill her, claim her in the most primal way possible. And despite all the times she'd touched me, despite her willingness, I could see fear mixing with the desire in her gaze.

Smart girl.

I was big. Bigger than average. Thick enough that even experienced women sometimes struggled to take all of me. And Gianna was untouched, her body unprepared for what was coming.

The dark, possessive beast that lived in my chest loved her fear, knowing I would be the first and only man to ever have her.

That I would ruin her for anyone else. That my size would brand itself into her memory so thoroughly she'd feel me for days afterward.

But the man who adored her, the husband who'd sworn to cherish her, wanted to make this good. Wanted her first time to be about pleasure, not pain. Wanted to take my time and worship every inch of her body until she was so desperate, so wet, so ready that taking my cock would feel like relief instead of invasion.

I stroked myself again, slower this time, my eyes never leaving hers. My cock throbbed in my grip, a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip.

I began walking toward the bed, each step measured and deliberate. My cock bobbed with the movement, thick and demanding attention.

Her eyes tracked it, then moved up to my face, then back down. She licked her lips unconsciously and my cock jerked in response, leaking more.

Fuck, she had no idea what she did to me.

When I reached the edge of the bed, I stopped. Just stood there, my hand wrapped around my length, stroking slowly as I let her look.

"Spread your legs for me, bella."

She hesitated, her knees pressed together, hands fidgeting on her stomach. Her cheeks flushed deeper.

"Gianna." I made my voice firmer, my hand still working my cock. "I want to see what's mine."

"I... okay."

Another bead of wetness dripped from her entrance and my cock jerked in my hand. "You're dripping, bella. Making such a mess."

"I'm sorry," she said automatically, embarrassment coloring her voice.

"Don't apologize." I stroked faster, my breathing ragged. "I fucking love it. Love seeing how desperate you are for me. How wet this virgin pussy gets just from me looking at it."

"Oh."

"You like watching me touch myself?" I squeezed my cock, stroking from base to tip. "Like seeing how hard you make me?"

"Yes," she admitted breathlessly, her eyes locked on my hand. "I love watching you."

"Look how your pussy is clenching," I continued, my voice thick. "Trying to pull something inside. You want to be filled, don't you, bella?"

"I… um.." Her thighs twitched, instinctively trying to close against the vulnerability, the exposure.

"Don't." The command came out intense. I stopped stroking myself, my hand going still as my eyes locked on hers. "Don't even think about closing those legs."

She froze, her knees trembling with the effort of keeping them spread.

"Keep those legs spread," I commanded, my fist resuming its rhythm, pumping faster. "Don't you dare close them. I want to see every inch of what's mine."

"I won't," she whimpered, her eyes darting between my face and my cock. "I'll try not to."

"You'll do more than try." My voice dropped lower. "You'll keep them open for me, no matter how exposed you feel. Understood?"

She nodded frantically, her legs spreading even wider in compliance.

"Pretty doll." I stroked harder, rewarding her obedience. "Are you scared?" I asked, though I already knew. I just needed to hear her say it.

"Slightly," she admitted, her eyes dropping to my cock before darting back up. She pointed at it with a trembling finger. "You're so... big. And inside I'm panicking that you wouldn't fit...."