Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride (by Oma Green) novel Chapter 237

Gianna's POV

Lucia's shock melted into a warm and amused expression, her eyes twinkling despite the blush coloring her cheeks.

"Ah, go easy on her, Master," she said, playful amusement in her Italian accent, filled with affection. "She's still young."

"She should have thought about that before she ran." His hand came down even harder, making me gasp as he began walking away with long, determined strides.

"Lucia, help!" I called out, burying my face in my hands, mortified and laughing at the same time.

"No one can save you now," Dante drawled, his voice dark with promise. "You're completely at my mercy."

"I can't believe you just did that in front of her," I groaned, my face still burning.

"I can't believe you ran from me." His hand squeezed my ass again, possessive and firm, making me squirm. "Did you really think you'd get away?"

"I had to try," I muttered against his back. "You left me aching and desperate for over an hour."

"And now you're going to ache and beg for even longer." His voice dropped to a filthy tone. "Because you just earned yourself a punishment, pretty doll."

Heat flooded through me at his words, my core clenching with need, already swollen and sensitive. "What kind of punishment?"

"The kind where I edge you until you're crying." He kicked open the villa door, striding through the beautiful interior without pause, his footsteps echoing on the polished floors. "Where I make you beg and plead and promise to never run from me again."

"I'm not afraid of you," I teased, though my voice was shaking with anticipation.

"You should be." His hand came down again, harder, and the sting made me moan despite myself. "Because by the time I'm done with you, you won't remember anything except how it feels to come on my tongue, my fingers, my cock."

A whimper escaped my throat, and I felt him smile against my thigh where his face was pressed.

He carried me through the villa, past the open living area with its ocean views, past the kitchen where sunlight streamed through the giant windows, and into the master bedroom.

But I barely noticed the scenery this time because he tossed me onto the bed, and the look on his face as he stood over me was absolutely feral.

His hair was wild from our chase, his shirt half-unbuttoned, showing the strong planes of his chest. His jeans were tight across his obvious arousal, and his eyes were filled with hunger that made my breath hitch.

"Strip," he commanded, his voice rough. "Now."

"What if I don't want to?" I challenged, even as my hands moved to the hem of my shirt.

His smile was wicked. "Then I'll rip those clothes off myself. Your choice, pretty doll."

I sat up on the bed. "You're awfully bossy for someone who couldn't control himself in a helicopter."

He moved so fast I barely had time to gasp.

One moment he was standing at the foot of the bed, the next he was on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress, pinning my wrists above my head with one large hand.

"No more games," he growled against my lips, his breath hot. "No more running."

But I couldn't let him continue. Not when I had to see how he would react.

I turned my head to the side, breaking the almost-kiss. "Dante, wait."

"Wait?" His voice was strained. "Gianna, I swear to God..."

"We can't." The words came out in a rush, and I had to fight to keep my face serious. "We can't have sex."

He went completely still above me, his entire body tensing as he pulled back to look at me, his eyes searching my face. "What?"

I bit my lip, pretending to be nervous. "We can't. Not yet."

A muscle jumped in his cheek. "Are you fucking kidding me right now?"

"I'm serious!" I tried to sit up, but he was still pinning my wrists. "Dr. Reeves said..."

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