Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride (by Oma Green) novel Chapter 216

Gianna's POV

Dante's tongue traced a burning path down my throat, setting every nerve ending on fire.

I gasped as his mouth moved lower, across my collarbone, then down to the swell of my breasts. Heat pooled between my thighs as his tongue circled one nipple through the fabric of my dress, teasing, tormenting.

"Dante..." I moaned, arching into him.

His hands gripped my waist as his mouth continued its assault, his tongue hot and wet against my skin.

He sucked hard through the fabric, and I cried out, my fingers tangling in his hair.

The sensation was overwhelming, pleasure radiating from where his mouth worked, spreading through my entire body like wildfire.

His teeth grazed the sensitive peak, sending jolts of electricity straight to my core.

"You taste like heaven," he murmured against my breast, his breath hot through the thin material. "I could worship these perfect tits all night."

Then suddenly, he pulled away.

The loss of his body against mine was instant and jarring. "No," I protested, reaching for him. "Why are you stopping?"

Dante stood at the edge of the bed, towering over me with a smirk playing on his lips. His grey eyes were dark with desire, possessive and hungry as they roamed over my body.

I sat up slightly, confused. Did he think I wasn't going to go all the way? Was this some kind of punishment for all the times I'd pushed him away?

"Strip for me," he commanded, his voice rough with barely controlled need.

My eyebrows shot up. "I thought you would take off my clothes."

"Oh, I would love to." His smirk widened, his eyes blazing with raw lust. "But I want to watch you do it. I want to see you bare yourself for me, Gianna. I want to watch every inch of your skin revealed, knowing it's all mine."

Heat flooded through me at his words, at the raw hunger in his eyes. My thighs clenched involuntarily. "Well, when you put it like that, how can I refuse?"

If he wanted to play games, I could play too.

I rose from the bed slowly, intentionally, letting my body brush against his as I stood. I walked a distance from the bed, putting space between us.

Reaching up, I pulled the clips from my hair one by one, letting each one fall to the floor with a soft clink.

My curls tumbled down around my shoulders, and I ran my fingers through the strands, shaking them out. I tilted my head back, exposing the column of my throat, watching him through half-lidded eyes.

Dante's eyes followed my every movement, his jaw clenched tight.

I began to sway, moving my hips in a slow dance even though there was no music. In my mind, I thought of a favorite romantic song, letting the melody guide my movements.

My hands trailed down my body, over my breasts, cupping them through the dress. I squeezed gently, letting out a soft moan just to watch his reaction.

"Fuck," he breathed, his hands gripping his thighs.

I let my hands slide lower, down my sides, over my hips.

I turned slowly, giving him a view of my back, my ass. I looked at him over my shoulder, biting my lip.

Dante had moved to sit on the edge of the bed now, his grey eyes piercing and possessive.

He watched me like he couldn’t look away, his eyes fixed on me so intensely that a chill ran through me.

I could see the bulge in his pants growing, straining against the fabric.

I reached behind me for the zipper of my dress, but my hands couldn't quite reach it.

I fumbled with it deliberately, making a show of my struggle.

My back arched, pushing my breasts forward, and I heard him groan.

"Oops..." I glanced at him over my shoulder, biting my lip harder. "Seems my hand just can't quite reach. What a shame."

I was enjoying this far too much.

His hands gripped his thighs like he was restraining himself from coming over here and ripping the dress off me himself.

I could see his chest rising and falling faster, his breathing growing heavier.

"Gianna." His voice was a low growl. "Come over here."

"But I'm not done with my little show," I teased, swaying my hips again, letting my ass move in slow circles. "Don't you want to see more?"

His eyes shot daggers at me.

"Better?" I asked innocently.

"Not even close." He leaned back on his hands, his eyes tracking every movement.

His gaze was so intense I felt it like a physical touch. "Keep going. Show me what's mine."

I reached behind me for the clasp of my bra, but instead of removing it immediately, I let my hands cup my breasts through the lace.

I squeezed gently, pushing them together, my thumbs brushing over my nipples until they hardened beneath the fabric, straining against the lace, and I pinched them lightly, letting out a soft whimper.

Dante groaned, his hands fisting in the sheets. "Fuck, Gianna..."

"What?" I asked sweetly, continuing to play with myself. I tugged at my nipples through the lace, rolling them between my fingers, pulling until the pleasure bordered on pain. "Does this bother you?"

"You're not allowed to touch yourself," he growled, his voice strained. "Tonight is just me. I'm the only one who gets to make you feel good. Those tits belong to me."

"Oh, Mr. Rules," I teased, but the heat in his eyes made me shiver with anticipation. "Always so controlling."

"Take off the bra," he commanded, his voice brooking no argument. "Now."

I obeyed this time, unclasping it slowly and letting it fall. His eyes immediately fixed on my breasts, and I saw him swallow hard.

I cupped them again, lifting them, offering them to him.

"Is this what you want?" I whispered. "To see me touch myself? To watch me play with my body?"

But I couldn't resist pushing him further. I squeezed my breasts, moaned softly, let my head fall back.

My fingers found my nipples again, tugging harder this time, twisting gently. I imagined it was his mouth on me, his teeth, and I moaned louder.

"Gianna." His voice was strained now, a warning. His knuckles were white where he gripped the sheets. "Don't make me come get you."

I looked at him through my lashes as my fingers continued their work, tugging, playing, teasing.

One hand slid down my stomach, hovering just above my panties. "And what if that's exactly what I want?"

"There would be consequences."