Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride (by Oma Green) novel Chapter 220

Gianna's POV

Dante shook his head, his jaw clenched. "I don't want to keep hurting you."

"Please," I begged, rolling my hips to meet his next careful thrust. "I want more. I need more. Don't treat me like I'm fragile."

His hand cupped my face gently, his thumb stroking my cheek. "You're not fragile. You're fucking incredible. But you're also mine to protect, even from myself."

"Dante..."

"Let me take care of you," he murmured, kissing me softly. "Let me make love to you properly."

His thrusts remained controlled, measured, but he angled his hips differently. Suddenly, he was hitting a spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes.

"Oh God!" I gasped, my hands flying to his shoulders. "Right there! Don't stop!"

"There?" he asked, hitting that spot again deliberately. "Is that what my pretty doll needs?"

"Yes," I moaned, pleasure flooding through me. "Yes, exactly there!"

He maintained his controlled pace, but focused each thrust on that spot, and I felt the pleasure building rapidly. His hand slid between us, his fingers finding my clit and circling it in time with his thrusts.

"You're so beautiful like this," he murmured, his eyes locked on mine. "Taking my cock so well. Your pussy is gripping me so tight, like you don't want to let me go."

"I don't," I gasped, my inner walls clenching around him involuntarily. "Never want to let you go."

"You feel incredible, Gianna. So hot, so wet. Made for me."

His dirty words, combined with the sensation of him inside me, his fingers on my clit, were driving me higher and higher. The remaining discomfort was fading completely now, replaced entirely by a different kind of pleasure.

"More," I begged again, my hips rolling to meet his thrusts. "Please, I can take it. I want it harder."

"It's better at this pace," he said through gritted teeth, but I could hear the strain in his voice. He was holding back so much, and it must have been torture for him.

"I'm not in pain anymore," I promised, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist. "I just want all of you."

I rolled my hips hard, taking him deeper, and we both groaned. I could feel his control slipping, feel the tension in his body.

"Fuck me," I demanded, my voice stronger now. "Make me yours completely. I want to feel you tomorrow. I want to remember this every time I move."

"Gianna," he warned, but his hips were moving faster now, his thrusts gaining force.

"Please," I begged one more time, my nails digging into his back. "Don't hold back. I can take it."

His eyes met mine, searching for any sign of pain or discomfort. Whatever he saw there must have convinced him, because suddenly his pace increased. His thrusts became harder, deeper, more desperate.

"Yes!" I cried out, pleasure overwhelming me. "Just like that!"

"Tell me if it's too much," he commanded, his voice rough. "Promise me you'll tell me."

"I promise," I gasped. "But it's not too much. It's perfect. You're perfect."

His hand gripped my hip, angling me differently, and he drove deeper. I screamed his name, my body trembling with the intensity of the sensation.

"Pretty doll," he groaned, his control finally slipping completely. "You're my naughty girl. Begging for my cock, taking it so well. This tight pussy was made for me."

"Yes," I moaned, my head thrashing on the pillow. "Yours. All yours."

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