Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride (by Oma Green) novel Chapter 193

Dante's POV

Gianna had been right. I had been avoiding her and the tension between us.

Tonight, she stepped out of the bathroom wearing red lingerie, looking sexy as hell. The moment she appeared, her eyes locked on mine, hungry and full of desire. It was obvious what she wanted. She was trying to seduce me.

For days, I kept my distance, even though wanting her hurt worse than staying away.

So I intentionally acted uninterested and made her work for it. But the truth was, I had been holding myself back, my control hanging by a thread.

When your wife says she doesn't want to sleep with you on your wedding night because she doesn't trust you, it does something to you. It makes you want to shut off every emotion, especially when you feel like you've laid everything out for her.

Had I really, though?

I had never actually told her how I truly felt.

But she should have known. I showed her every day. I was willing to take a bullet for her, for fuck's sake, even if it meant leaving my daughter without a father.

And now she had me messed up.

I'd given her a chance to take what she wanted, but she didn't. She hid behind her father's depraved teachings and her inability to let go and trust me fully.

And she thought she could touch herself beside me without me noticing. Or maybe she did it on purpose to get me even more worked up, to force my hand into giving her what she really wanted.

But I wasn't going to make it easy on her.

I needed to show her I was done playing her little games. The constant push and pull between us had to end. One minute her eyes and body were begging for my touch, the next she was shoving me away.

Before anything could happen between us, I needed to know she wouldn't change her mind halfway through and that she was willing to go all the way.

I sat up and reached over to switch on the lamp.

The covers were still drawn up to her chest, hiding most of her body from view.

Gianna blinked in the sudden light, her hand still between her legs under the covers.

She looked completely debauched. Her hair was messy, her lips parted and swollen from biting them, her eyes wide and glazed with lust. Her chest was heaving, her nipples visible through the sheer lace, hard and peaked.

"Don't move," I ordered, my voice rough.

Her mouth fell open in shock, her face flushing deeper. Her hand was still trapped between her thighs under the blanket, frozen.

Fuck. The sight nearly made me lose control like a damn teenager.

I got out of bed and walked to the balcony doors, closing them and pulling the curtains shut.

Then I returned to the bed, standing at the foot of it and looking down at her.

"You want me to touch you?" My voice came out harsher than I intended, but I couldn't help it. "Fine. But first, you're going to finish what you started."

"What?" Her eyes widened even more.

"You heard me." I crossed my arms, trying to look stern even though all I wanted was to touch her. "Spread your legs wider. Pull those covers down. Show me what you were doing."

"Dante, I can't..."

"You can. And you will. Consider it your punishment for teasing me all night. For walking in here dressed like that. For grinding your ass against my cock. For making me so hard I can barely think."

She stared at me, a mix of embarrassment and defiance on her face.

"That's not fair."

"Life's not fair, pretty doll." I kept my voice firm. "Now spread your legs and pull those covers down, or I'll do it for you. And it would be much more thorough."

I walked over to the chair in the corner and dragged it closer to the bed. Then I sat down, positioning myself for a full view.

For a moment, I thought she'd refuse.

Then slowly she parted her thighs wider, pushing the covers down and pulling her finger out of herself.

The sight nearly undid me.

She was bare, smooth, glistening with wetness. Her heat was swollen, her clit prominent, her entrance clenching on nothing.

The red lingerie framed her perfectly, the straps drawing my eyes to every curve. She looked like every fantasy I'd ever had come to life.

"Touch yourself," I ordered. "The way you were before."

Her hand trembled as she moved it back between her legs. Her fingers found her clit, and she let out a small gasp that made me harden even more.

I shifted in my pants, trying to ease the pressure. It didn't help.

"That's it," I said, watching her, my cock throbbing. "Show me what you do when you think I'm not watching."

Her fingers moved over her clit, and I could see how swollen it was, how responsive. Her breathing quickened and her hips began to move.

"Use your other hand," I commanded. "Play with your nipples. I want to see you touch yourself everywhere."

Her free hand moved to her breast, squeezing through the lace, then pulling the fabric down so her nipple was exposed. It was hard, begging to be sucked. She rolled it between her fingers, and I watched her back arch off the bed.

"Fuck, you're stunning," I murmured. "So responsive. Do your nipples always get this hard? Does it turn you on to touch yourself in front of me?"

"Yes," she gasped, her fingers moving faster on her clit.

"Slide a finger inside," I ordered. "Let me see how tight you are."

She slid a finger lower, teasing her entrance before pushing inside. Her mouth fell open, a moan escaping.

"Add another. I know you can take it."

She added a second finger, and I could see how wet she was, her arousal coating her fingers and making them shine in the lamplight.

"Dante..." Her voice was breathy and desperate.

"Faster. Pump them harder."

She obeyed, her thumb finding her clit, working herself with increasing urgency. Her thighs started to tremble, her walls clenching around her fingers. She was close, so close I could see it in the way her whole body tensed.

"Stop."

Her eyes flew open. "What?"

"I said stop." I stood from the chair. "Hands off. Now."

"But I was so close..."

"I know." I knelt on the bed, positioning myself between her legs. "But you don't get to come yet."

"Dante, please..."

I grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away. Then I placed my hand over hers, guiding her wet fingers back between her legs.

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