Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride (by Oma Green) novel Chapter 60

Chapter 60: Take Me In

Gianna’s POV

Gianna tried to pull away, but I moved faster. I lifted her into my arms, her protests spil can’t…. this is…. wrong….”

She felt so light in my arms, and I couldn’t hide how much I loved the way she made me work for her. Every struggle, every whimper only fueled me. I tossed her onto the bed. She shot up, hands in the air. “Dante.”

Ignoring her, I used her leg to roll her so her chest pressed against the bed. I hovered over her, my body pressing down, my face against the curve of her back. “Too late.”

Her legs wiggled, a shiver running through her, and she clasped them tightly. I shifted slightly, my voice low and commanding. “Stay still…. if you don’t want this to get any worse.”

She obeyed, body trembling under me. I reached out, sliding her panties down her legs.

“Please…. don’t…. humiliate…. me further,” she begged softly.

I ignored her frantic protests, yanking her panties down and tossing them carelessly to the floor.

I took a moment to admire her naked slender back leading down to that perfectly sculpted ass. My hands cupped her cheeks, kneading, feeling her shiver beneath my touch. Her ass was round, perfect…. and every tremble she made drove me hotter.

My fingers slid down her thighs, deliberately avoiding the place I craved most. I wanted to savor it…. the slow burn of watching her writhe, desperate, knowing she was wet for me already.

I pressed closer, my voice rough with hunger. “What are you begging for? Earlier, you said you didn’t want me….. now I want to put that to the test.”

I didn’t wait for an answer. “Get on all fours.”

Gianna’s eyes darted back at me, wide, wild, dazed, a mix of defiance and need. And then, slowly, she knelt.

Gianna’s hands pressed flat against the bed, ass lifted…. the posture perfect, flawless. Every inch of her spread before me, tempting, irresistible. My lips curved into a smirk as I caught sight of her tight hole, glistening with moisture.

I couldn’t resist any longer. My hand came down firmly, spanking her ass.

A soft whimper escaped her lips, the sting sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through he made her shiver, arching into the contact, craving more even as she tried to fight it.

of my hand

I traced a slow stroke over her slit, one teasing movement gathering her moisture, and she arched her back, moaning, clearly desperate for more.

“Pretty doll…” I taunted, waving my moist finger in front of her face. “See this?” I murmured, letting her watch, letting her soak in the proof. My fingers glistened with her wetness….. proof of just how ready she was for me.

“Liar. You’re fucking wet. And I haven’t even touched you properly…. huh? And you clearly want me to.”

Her face flushed a deep red, shame and desire mingling as she let out a breathy gasp. She trembled beneath me, caught between needing more and holding herself back, every nerve screaming for release.

Frustrated, my hand shot forward, pushing her ass into my cock, which was already begging to drive into her. I couldn’t help it, rubbing against her through my pants, feeling her tremble against me.

“Gianna….” I warned, voice low and commanding. “If you don’t get on your knees, I’ll fuck this tight hole.”

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Her moan came instantly as I pressed into her, the intrusion a sudden, delicious mix of pain and desire. She shivered, gasping, gripping my fingers tightly, clearly desperate. I teased her further, spreading her open just enough, then held back.

“Now…. are you ready to wrap your tongue around me?” I murmured, letting the questi commanding.

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Her body trembled, panting as she whispered, “Yes….. Don. Dante….” Her desire was clear,

and begging for

more.

I withdrew, and she instinctively backed her ass up against me, chasing the contact as if she couldn’t get enough, whimpering softly at the loss.

I spanked her once, hearing her gasp, and groaned low in response, keeping the tension thick. “I just might…. give you what we both know you want,” I murmured, letting the promise hang in the air.

Then, with a grip on her waist, I helped her rise from the bed, keeping her close, every movement a reminder of how much I owned her desire…. how much she craved me.

She lowered herself onto her knees, flushed and clearly embarrassed, yet the desire in her eyes was undeniable. Her hands rested at her sides, head bowed slightly, like a perfect, obedient sub…. a natural. Every curve, every motion, screamed perfection, and yet I wanted her completely naked, nothing between us.

I lifted her chin gently, forcing her gaze to meet mine. “Take off the bra.”

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