Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride (by Oma Green) novel Chapter 230

Gianna's POV

Dante carried me back into the room. He laid me down on the bed with surprising gentleness, his eyes never leaving mine.

"I'm going to make you forget your own name," he rasped, his voice rough with promise.

The intensity in his gaze made my breath hitch. It was hungry and possessive.

"That's a bold claim."

"Is it?" He smirked, that devastatingly wicked smile that made my stomach flip. "We'll see if you're still talking back in ten minutes, pretty doll."

"Ten minutes?" I raised an eyebrow, trying to maintain some composure even as heat flooded through me. "Someone's confident."

"Five, then," he growled, climbing onto the bed and caging me beneath him. "Since you want to be a smartass."

Before I could respond, his mouth was on mine, swallowing whatever witty comeback I had been preparing.

The kiss was consuming, his tongue sweeping against mine with devastating thoroughness.

His teeth caught my lower lip, tugging gently before soothing it with his tongue.

I melted into him, my hands sliding up his back, feeling the play of muscles beneath his shirt.

I needed to feel his skin against mine.

"Clothes," I gasped when he finally let me breathe. "Too many clothes."

"Impatient," he murmured against my lips, but his hands were already moving to my waist, fingers finding the zipper at my side.

He dragged it down slowly, the sound loud in the quiet room. Then his hands slid beneath the fabric, pushing the dress down over my hips and thighs. I lifted slightly to help, and he pulled it free, tossing it carelessly aside.

His eyes raked over me, taking in the lacy bra and panties I wore. The look of pure hunger on his face made me shiver.

"Absolutely beautiful," he breathed. "Every goddamn time."

"Your turn," I said, tugging at his shirt. "Fair is fair."

He pulled back just long enough to yank his shirt over his head. My hands immediately went to his chest, exploring the defined ridges of his abs, the warm skin stretched over powerful muscle. He shuddered under my touch.

"Careful, pretty doll," he warned, his voice strained. "I'm trying to be good here."

"Maybe I don't want you to be good," I said, feeling bold. My fingers traced lower, toward the waistband of his pants. "Maybe I want you to be very, very bad."

His jaw clenched. "You're playing with fire."

"Then burn me."

He growled, low and possessive, and captured my mouth again. This kiss was rougher and more demanding, all pretense of control slipping. His hands moved to my bra, unhooking it with practiced ease and tossing it aside.

Cool air hit my heated skin, making my nipples tighten.

Dante's gaze dropped, and his breath hissed out.

"Pretty doll," he muttered. "You're perfect."

Before I could respond, his mouth was on my neck, his teeth scraping along the sensitive column of my throat. I gasped, my head falling back to give him better access.

He sucked hard enough to leave a mark, his tongue soothing the sting, and I whimpered.

"Mine," he growled against my skin. "Every inch of you is mine."

"Possessive much?" I managed to gasp out.

"When it comes to you?" His teeth grazed my collarbone. "Always."

His mouth moved lower, trailing hot kisses down my chest. When he reached my breast, he paused, his breath brushing over the tight peak and making me squirm.

"Dante," I whined. "Stop teasing."

"But you're so pretty when you beg," he said, amusement lacing his voice.

"I'm not begging. Oh God..."

My words cut off in a moan as his mouth closed over my nipple, sucking hard.

The wet heat sent pleasure shooting straight to my core. His tongue circled the sensitive peak, flicking and teasing before his teeth grazed it gently.

"Still not begging?" he asked, lifting his head to smirk at me.

"You're insufferable," I gasped.

"And you love it." He moved to my other breast, giving it the same devoted attention. "Admit it."

"Never," I breathed, even as my fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to me.

He laughed against my skin, the vibration making me shudder. His hand slid down my body, fingers hooking into my panties. "Lift your hips."

I did, and he pulled them off, leaving me completely bare beneath him. His gaze raked over me, dark and hungry, and I felt exposed and desired all at once.

"Spread your legs for me," he commanded.

I hesitated for just a moment, not from fear, but from the overwhelming intensity of it all.

Then I obeyed, letting my thighs fall open.

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