Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride (by Oma Green) novel Chapter 29

Gia’s POV

Dante’s voice was rough and dark.

The memory of his hand striking me in his office flared hot, sending heat to places I couldn’t stop.

Fear and desire mixed inside me, and before I even realized it, I nodded.

He leaned in close, forcing my chin up until my eyes locked with his.

“I’d hate to mark the tender skin I just caressed… but I will if you lie to me again. Are we clear?”

I swallowed hard, nodding.

“Pretty doll,” he pressed, tone low and commanding. “Use your words.”

“Yes,” I breathed, my voice trembling. “This morning… I had my first kiss with you.”

His mouth curved into a smirk. His fingers trailed lower, his eyes dragging over my chest until my nipples tightened under his feathery touch.

Tiny shocks raced through me as he brushed his fingers across the swell of my breasts, teasing down until he grazed a nipple. I gasped at the jolt that tore through me.

“How about here?”

His smile turned cocky as his hand traveled lower, sliding down my abdomen until they slipped between my thighs. His fingers found my heat, and I trembled.

“And here?”

A soft moan slipped from my lips as his thumb pressed firmly against my clit. My eyes fluttered shut, then fought to open again, my body slipping away in waves of sensation.

His hand slipped into my hair, gripping with just the right force, pulling my head back, forcing my gaze to his.

“Answer, pretty doll.”

I was breathing heavily now, chest rising and falling as though I couldn’t draw enough air. His fingers didn’t move, just pressed harder against my clit, holding me at the edge.

My insides screamed for him to stroke, to push me the way he had in his office, but he denied me, keeping me trapped in need.

The words caught in my throat. I struggled, my body straining against his control, before finally whispering, “It’s… just you.”

“I take it… I gave you your first orgasm?”

My mouth went dry. I never had. I never even thought about it, never had a reason, never felt these strange, restless, aching needs until I met him.

“N–never,” I admitted, my voice strained, shaky.

“I take it,” he said with cruel satisfaction, “I gave you your first orgasm.”

“I… un…” I stammered, my voice breaking apart, my face burning. My thighs trembled as I squeezed them shut, trying to stop the ache, but all it did was trap his hand deeper between them, intensifying the pressure until it was unbearable.

“Spread your legs for me.”

My breath hitched, but slowly, I obeyed, opening myself again. Not just because he commanded it, but because some dark, shameless part of me wanted him to see me.

A hollow sound left my lips. “Oh.”

The word tasted bitter. I was upset at him for belittling me, angrier at myself for letting his words twist into insecurity. Worse still, I hated that I needed his validation. Why was I giving him this kind of power? Why was I even questioning if I was enough?

I forced my chin up. “If that is all, I need to go and change.”

I tried to push past him, forcing my body forward, but his hand caught me, holding me in place with ease.

“You’ll sleep beside me tonight. Naked.”

The retort hovered on my tongue, but I swallowed it back. What was the point? Fighting him now would only give him more satisfaction.

So I turned away, climbed into the bed, and lay down alone. I pulled the duvet over my body, covering myself, though my heart was still racing.

I heard the slide of fabric against skin, him undressing. Then the rush of water from the shower. Footsteps across the floor. The closet door opening. Then silence.

God, why was I waiting for him? I squeezed my eyes shut, willing sleep to take me, but it refused.

The mattress dipped suddenly, the weight shifting beside me.

I almost turned, tempted to glance over my shoulder, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. If he saw the desperation in my eyes, he’d use it against me. So I stayed still, lids pressed shut, pretending to sleep.

But no matter how tightly I curled beneath the sheets, nothing eased the maddening throb in my core, a feeling I hadn’t known until this morning.

And I couldn’t stop wondering… was he naked too?