Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride (by Oma Green) novel Chapter 70

Chapter 70 Cought in The Act

Chapter 70: Caught In The Act

Gianna’s POV

“Yeah… oh… yes… fuck… me… harder…..”

The sounds of the lovers on my laptop echoed through the room, their breathless cries filling the air as the man drove into the woman again and again, each thrust sending a fiery pulse through me.

The soft glow of the screen painted the room in shifting light, glowing against the walls, against my skin.

I couldn’t look away. The moans, the rhythm of their bodies…. it made my face burn, every nerve ending alive.

The faces on the screen blurred until they no longer mattered. All that remained was the insistent throbbing deep in my core.

It had been like this for hours….. restless, tense, unbearable

And there was only one person to blame.

Dante.

The memory of him haunted me….. how he had stripped me bare, the hunger in his eyes as he tore my clothes away, the raw power in his touch. It all replayed in my mind over and over, making the ache inside me impossible to fade away.

At first, I’d been mortified, standing there in the garden where anyone could have seen. But the thrill that followed…. I couldn’t deny it. Feeling his raw, undeniable desire for me had been intoxicating, confusing, and terrifying all at once.

I’d tried to fight it, but I couldn’t. I had no control over the dark desires he’d awakened in me this urge to explore the strange, forbidden sensations Dante had stirred. Every time I thought about him, my body reacted before my mind could catch up.

And then he’d spanked me….. oh God…… the hardness of his hand against my bare skin, the sting that burned and spread….. it had been slightly painful at first, but then it turned into something else. Something I craved.

When he touched me after, his fingers stroked my clit while the others drove deeper it was too much, too intense. Every nerve was alive, every sensation blinding. Just as I was about to surrender, he stopped

Shit. He’d made sure to humiliate me afterward.

I had wanted to give in, just like Mira had told me to, but how could I when Dante… God, he was impossible. He mocked me, called me his needy mistress, and yet his filthy words only made me burn hotter. I hated it. I wanted more. More of him. More of his hands.

Even now, I was lying on the bed, naked. Every time my butt shifted against the soft sheets, it brought back the sting….. his way of ensuring I’d be left miserably craving what he’d denied me.

My legs moved restlessly, my body alert, alive. And in that moment, I realized how much I wanted to discover about myself. Mira had told me to watch, to learn, to understand what I craved. So I was trying. I was learning Ready to explore the parts of me I’d kept hidden for so long

My hands slowly slid down my neck, tracing the warmth of my skin before gliding across my chest. The touch sent delicious shivers through me, every movement awakening something deeper.

When I cupped my breasts, the sudden shock of sensation surged through me. I squeezed, then rugged lightly at my nipples, each tingle shooting straight to my core.

I repeated the motion on the other side, then let my hands drift lower, following the rhythm of the sounds from

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the screen. Moans from my laptop filled the room, and my dit pulsed with unbearable pressure. My hands slid down the center of my body as I parted my legs wider, and just as my fingers grazed the sensitive mb

“…Pretty doll….. what the hell…..?”

My fingers froze. My eyes widened. I was so turned on I didn’t know if I was hallucinating was that Dante’s voice I just heard? My gaze darted toward the door.

F**k…..

Dante. Right there. Shock flashed across his face, but that unmistakable, arrogant smirk tugged at his lips as he stepped closer.

Shame flooded through me. I slammed my legs together and sat up, my voice trembling with embarrassment

“It’s….. it’s not what it looks like…”

The sounds from the screen suddenly felt deafening. I scrambled, knocking over pillows, my hands shaking as I fumbled with the laptop, trying to shut it off. The stupid thing lagged, the moans still echoing through the room until I slammed it shut.

Silence.

When I looked up, his eyes were on me. My face burned, heat crawling up my neck as he stood at the edge of the bed now, watching.

I sank back against the pillows, flushed and trembling, caught between shame and something deeper that refused to die. I wanted to look away, to pretend none of it had happened, but I couldn’t….. not with his dark gaze fixed on

1. me.

Then his voice came, low and teasing. “Tesoro you don’t have to stop on my account.

My palms flew to my face. I could barely breathe. I didn’t know whether to give in to the beat his words sparked or just run. I chose the latter.

I bolted from the bed, heart hammering, fumbling for an escape. The closet. The bathroom. Anywhere but here. I barely made it two steps before he caught me, his hand closing around my arm and yanking me back, hard. My body slammed against his chest, the impact sending a tremor through my shoulders.

“Where do you think you’re running off to?” he asked softly, his breath brushing my cheek.

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