Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride (by Oma Green) novel Chapter 194

Gianna's POV

I dragged myself down to the patio, every step a reminder of last night. My body was still oversensitive and ached. I'd barely slept, tossing and turning, desperately craving release.

Vera was already at the table, looking beautiful in a cream linen dress. She glanced up as I approached, and her eyebrows lifted.

"Gianna," she said warmly. Her voice trailed off as she took me in. "You look beautiful and also... exhausted."

I dropped into the chair across from her. "Good morning to you too."

She leaned forward, eyes bright with curiosity. "He kept you up all night, didn't he?"

My face went hot. "Sort of."

A server appeared with a basket of pastries, fruit, and orange juice. The smell of warm bread made my stomach turn.

"Tell me everything." Vera poured juice into both glasses. "The lingerie, did he notice?"

I grabbed a croissant and tore off a piece. "He noticed."

"And?"

"And nothing." I stuffed the pastry in my mouth.

Her face fell. "Nothing? What do you mean, nothing?"

I chewed slowly. How could I tell her? That Dante made me touch myself while he watched? That he brought me to the edge over and over, only to leave me desperate and aching? That he threatened to tie me up if I tried to finish?

I couldn't. Not even to Vera.

"He barely noticed me," I lied, reaching for the juice. "He was tired. We went to sleep."

"That's it?" Vera looked confused. "But you look like you didn't sleep at all."

"I couldn't." At least that was true. "I was wound up."

Vera studied me, then reached for a pastry. "That's strange. I was sure the lingerie would work. Men are simple creatures.”

I almost laughed. Nothing about what Dante did was simple.

"Maybe we need to try again," she spread jam over it. "More direct this time. Join him in the shower tomorrow morning. Naked, wet, soap everywhere. No man could resist that."

I picked at a piece of grape. "Maybe."

"Or wait for him in bed completely naked. No lingerie, no games. Just you."

Absolutely not. Heat flooded my face at the thought. I could barely handle wearing lingerie in front of him, lying there naked, waiting like some offering? That was a second round of humiliation I wasn't ready for. There had to be another way that didn't require me to strip away every last shred of dignity.

"I, um..."

"I'm trying to help, Gia." She squeezed my hand.

That's when an older raspy voice cut in.

"Morning, ladies."

I looked up. Cesare strolled onto the patio, Dante beside him.

My breath caught.

Dante looked devastating. He'd left before I woke up. Dark gray pants fitted perfectly, black button-down with sleeves rolled to his forearms. His hair was messy, like he'd run his hands through it.

Cesare kissed Vera warmly, his hand cupping her face. She smiled up at him, the kind of smile that made my chest ache.

"Good morning," Vera faced Dante.

"Morning, Vera." Dante smiled at her before walking toward me, his lips curved into that mocking grin. He leaned down to kiss me.

I turned my head. His lips caught my cheek.

His eyes flashed, but he said nothing. Just straightened and pulled out the chair beside me.

"Morning, pretty doll," he murmured.

I gave him a fake smile and reached for my juice.

Cesare noticed immediately. He looked between us, then laughed. "Dante, your wife seems mad at you. What did you do?"

"Nothing," Dante said smoothly, sitting down.

"Nothing?" Vera raised an eyebrow. "Men always pretend they don't know what they did wrong."

She cast an angry look at Dante. "Whatever it is, you should apologize. Fix it.”

Dante's expression turned innocent. For the first time, he actually looked apologetic. "I honestly don't know what I did."

He reached over and took my hand, thumb brushing my knuckles. I tried to pull away. His grip tightened.

He leaned in close, voice dropping so only I could hear. "What happened to our agreement, pretty doll? The one where we pretend to be madly in love in public?"

"That was before you..."

His lips twitched. "Because I didn't let you come?"

My face went hot. "Stop."

"Or is it because you wanted my fingers instead of your own?" He was enjoying this. "Because you wanted me to fuck you and I made you wait?"

"Dante," I warned.

"You agreed to play the loving wife," he whispered. "Or should I tell them what really happened last night? How you touched yourself while I watched? How you begged me to fuck you?"

"Fuck off," I hissed.

He smirked. "I'll make you pay for that."

Then he straightened, turning to Cesare and Vera with an easy smile. "She's upset I'm leaving again today. It's safe to say my wife's a bit obsessed."

I was fuming. But I couldn't drag this out, not in front of them. So I forced a smile.

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