Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride (by Oma Green) novel Chapter 202

Dante's POV

"The man you saw before the wedding is gone." My voice didn’t rise. It didn’t need to. "That was a lapse. This is who I am. Learn to live with it."

"No." She shook her head, her eyes bright and stubborn. "I won't get used to a cold-hearted, controlling husband who treats me like property. Not when I've seen how tender and passionate you can be. You don’t get to pretend that part of you didn’t exist and act like I imagined it."

My hand closed around her wrists, firm enough to stop her, not enough to hurt. I dragged them away from my face before I did something reckless. I hated how her touch made my stone heart melt.

"You want honesty?" I shot back. "Fine. We can still have a functional marriage. Whether there’s love or not doesn’t change that. You follow the rules, I make space for you. That’s how this works."

I trailed off, watching her expression crumble, watching the light dim in her eyes.

"Just like some old couple in a dying marriage?" Her voice broke on the last word.

My brows furrowed. "This was what you wanted. You can't have it both ways."

Her eyes searched mine, like she was still hoping to find something human there. "And sex? Do we schedule that too? Put it between meetings like everything else in your life?"

"If that's what you want."

Her mouth fell open, disbelief written across her face, across the flush still staining her cheeks. "Are you being serious?"

I loathed the idea of reducing what we had to schedules and routines. I wanted Gianna wild and spontaneous and organic.

I wanted her screaming my name at three in the morning because she couldn't wait another second. I wanted to know every layer of her until there was nothing left between us. But she rejected me. She couldn't just change her mind and expect me to fall in line because she suddenly wanted to sleep with me.

A smirk pulled at my lips, sarcastic and cruel. "Routine sex isn't always so bad. Consistency has its benefits. You know what to expect. No surprises, no complications."

Her eyes narrowed, but behind them I could see the hurt as she called my bluff. "Fine. I would like to consummate our marriage tonight. Does the schedule work for you?"

My smirk widened, and this time I meant every word, every syllable dripping with challenge. "I won't touch you until you stop fighting me."

Shock registered on her face, her lips parting slightly, her breath catching.

I leaned closer, watching the way her body reacted before she could stop it.

My eyes locked on hers, close enough that my breath brushed across her lips. "Stop playing this manipulative push and pull game. Drawing me in with your innocence, making me want you until I can't think straight, then pulling away when I give in. This time, I'm not taking pieces."

Her brows furrowed, confusion mixing with shock. "I don't have to trust you for us to have sex."

"Oh, pretty doll." My fingers traced up her side, grazing the space over her heart. Her body shivered under my touch, goosebumps rising on her damp skin. "I mean every single part, including your heart."

My palm pressed flat against her chest, feeling the rapid beat beneath, feeling how her body responded to me even when her words pushed me away.

I stepped back, creating distance between us before I gave in to the urge to pin her against that wall and make her forget every word we had just said. "Not before."

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