Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride (by Oma Green) novel Chapter 240

Dante's POV

I kissed down her neck, finding her pulse point and sucking hard enough to leave a mark. She arched beneath me, her body bowing off the bed. My hands found her breasts through the wet dress, squeezing roughly, teasing her nipples until she was moaning my name like a prayer.

"Gianna, I need a moment," I tried to pull back, knowing if I didn't stop now, I wouldn't be able to. "To slow down or I'll..."

"No," she protested, and before I could react, she'd used her momentum to maneuver us, pushing me onto my back and straddling me in one smooth motion.

Her hands pressed against my chest, caressing, exploring, her touch leaving fire in its wake. "Dante, you make me so crazy. I want you so much I can't think straight."

I gripped her hips hard enough to leave fingerprints, pulling her down for a bruising kiss. "I want you right back. But you said... the doctor said we had to wait..."

She kissed my neck, her teeth grazing my skin, her fingers working at the buttons of my shirt with surprising dexterity. "Forget what I said."

She pulled my shirt off, tossing it somewhere in the sand, and then her mouth was on my chest, kissing lower, her tongue tracing the lines of my abs, the V that disappeared into my pants. Each touch was torture, exquisite and maddening.

"Gianna..." I warned, my voice strained, my hands fisting in the sheets.

She didn't listen. She never fucking listened. Her hand cupped me through my pants, caressing my hard length with agonizing slowness, and I groaned, my hips bucking involuntarily.

"I want to see more."

I was trying to hold on, trying to be good, but she was killing me slowly. "Gianna, if you wrap those perfect lips around me, I can't promise not to fuck you. I'll lose all control."

"Then let me," she purred, her voice pure sin.

I shook my head, even as my body screamed at me to give in. "I'd rather do it myself. Make you fall apart on my tongue, taste you until you're begging me to stop."

She pouted, her bottom lip jutting out, and I almost lost it right there. "You no longer want my touch?"

"You know I want it more than anything else in this world," I growled, my voice raw with need.

"Then let me," she repeated, and I found myself nodding, completely unable to deny her anything.

She helped me out of my pants and briefs with eager hands, and my cock sprang free, hard and aching, already leaking. Her hand wrapped around me, stroking slowly, exploratively, and I hissed at the contact, at how good even her hand felt.

Then her mouth was on me, hot and wet and absolutely perfect, and I cursed violently, my hands fisting in the sheets hard enough to tear them. She took me deep, her tongue working magic, and I had to fight every instinct not to thrust into her throat, not to fuck her mouth the way I wanted to.

"Fuck, Gianna... just like that... so fucking good... your mouth is heaven..."

She hummed around me, the vibration traveling straight up my spine, and I knew I wouldn't last long if she kept this up. She was too good, too eager, too perfect.

I pulled her up forcefully, kissing her hard, tasting myself on her lips, the combination intoxicating. "I want to fuck you so bad," I groaned against her mouth, my cock already hard again, pressing insistently against her stomach.

"We can have sex," she said breathlessly, her eyes dark with desire.

I froze, my brain struggling to process her words. "What?"

"Dr. Reeves started me on the pill early, considering our..." she giggled, the sound nervous but excited, "our honeymoon activities."

I stared at her, my mind racing. "You were playing a game? This whole time?"

She bit her lip, looking guilty but thoroughly amused. "Maybe a little revenge for leaving me aching for hours while you set all this up."

Fury and arousal warred inside me, creating a dangerous cocktail. "You little tease..." I flipped her underneath me in one motion, pinning her wrists above her head, using my weight to hold her down. "You're going to pay for that. Dearly."

I released her wrists and knelt up, my voice dropping to pure command. "Strip. Now. Every piece of clothing off."

She obeyed, giggling as she pulled off the wet dress with trembling hands, revealing her perfect body inch by agonizing inch. Her breasts, full and peaked, her nipples hard and begging for attention. Her core, already glistening with arousal, swollen and ready.

"On your knees. Ass up. Show me what's mine."

She positioned herself, and I took a long moment to admire the view. Her ass in the air, her core exposed and dripping, her body trembling with anticipation.

Then my hand came down hard on her ass.

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