Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride (by Oma Green) novel Chapter 191

Gianna's POV

"I've been working.”

"You leave early. You come back late." I moved closer to the bed, my body tingling with awareness, every nerve ending hyperconscious of the barely there lingerie I wore. "It feels like you barely have time for me anymore."

Dante leaned back against the headboard.

"What do you want me to do, Gianna?"

"I want..." I trailed off, unsure how to say it, how to admit that I wanted him to look at me the way he had on our wedding night, like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.

"What?" His voice was careful, controlled.

"I want us to stop pretending."

"Pretending what?"

"That this is just an arrangement. That we do not feel anything."

Dante's face went hard. The mask slipped and I saw hurt underneath, anger, frustration. "I'm following the boundaries you set."

I blinked. "What boundaries?"

"The ones where we do not have to pretend when it is just us. Nobody is here to perform for, remember?" He threw my own words back at me, and they stung.

"That is not... I did not mean..."

"Then what did you mean?" His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it. "Because from where I'm sitting, you made it pretty clear what you wanted. Or what you did not want."

Frustration built in my chest. "You are making this so difficult."

"I'm not the one making it difficult." His gaze pierced into me, and the intensity made my knees weak. "I'm not the one who keeps changing the rules."

Screw this.

"You know what? Forget it." I climbed onto my side of the bed, pulling back the covers with more force than necessary. "Forget I even tried."

"Tried what?" Dante sat up straighter, something shifting in his expression. "What are you talking about?"

"Nothing. Good night."

I slid under the covers, turning my back to him. But I made sure to arch my back slightly, pushing my ass out as I settled into position.

The movement was intentional, letting him get a good look at what he was rejecting.

Then I felt the bed shift. Dante's hand caught the covers, yanking them down roughly.

"What are you trying to do?"

I pulled the covers back up defiantly. "I'm trying to sleep."

"Gianna." There was a warning in that single word.

"What?" I did not turn around, but my heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it.

"What were you trying to do tonight?"

"I already told you to forget it."

I adjusted my position again, pressing back slightly, a slow, subtle grind. The lingerie rode up my thighs, and cool air brushed against my bare skin.

"I want to go to bed," I let my voice come out breathy. "And I want my husband to go to bed with me."

He let out a breath, almost strained.

"I need to wrap up some work."

I sat up, turning to face him, not bothering to hide my frustration anymore.

The movement made my breasts bounce slightly, and I saw his eyes track the motion before he caught himself.

"Really? You do not even want to sleep beside me?"

He huffed, like he had no choice. "Fine."

He closed the laptop fully with more force than necessary and practically slammed it on the nightstand.

"Happy?"

"Thrilled," I grinned playfully.

He slid under the covers on his side of the bed, leaving space between us.

Before, Dante had always been touchy, always finding excuses to pull me close, to wrap his hands around me while we slept.

Now he lay at the very edge of the mattress, as far from me as physically possible, his body rigid with tension.

The rejection stung, but I was not giving up, not after coming this far.

I shifted closer, deliberately closing the distance he had created.

"Dante?"

"Yeah?" His voice was strained.

"Will you hold me?"

He groaned like I was torturing him.

"Gianna..."

"Please." I let the word come out needy.

He moved closer reluctantly, his arm coming around my waist like he was not sure he should be touching me.

His body was solid against my back, familiar, every hard plane of muscle pressing against me through the thin lingerie.

And I could feel something pressing against me.

Finally.

Excitement shot through me. At least some part of him wanted this.

I relaxed into him, letting my ass settle more firmly against his cock.

Oh God, he was so hard. I could feel the length of him, the thickness, and it made my core clench with need.

Unable to help myself, I ground back against him in a circular motion. The rhythm made him throb against me, his cock twitching.

"Gianna." His voice was strained, his breath hot against my neck. "What are you doing?"

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