Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride (by Oma Green) novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87: Chaining Her For My Pleasure

Dante’s POV

“Dante, I’m sorry, okay?” Her voice broke as the words rushed out. “I’ll apologize as many times as you want Yesterday was reckless and stupid, and it’ll never happen again. Just give me one more charice. Please.”

My hand moved slowly, giving her time to see it coming before my fingers closed around her chin. I tilted her face up, forcing her to meet my gaze. She gasped softly, her skin warm and trembling beneath my grip.

“I gave you my trust, Gianna,” the words came out rough and filled with anger. “Let you walk the grounds. Let you have those damn picnics you begged for. Gave you freedoms most people in your position wouldn’t even dream of.” My jaw tightened, the heat rising in my chest. “And this is what you did with it.”

“Dante, I was scared,” she whispered, her voice fragile. “That’s why I…”

“Scared?” The word came out as a cold laugh. “You think fear justifies betrayal?”

I leaned in until my breath brushed her lips.

“Let me show you what fear really is, baby,” I murmured, my voice dropping lower, darker. “Fear is standing in this room, knowing you’re completely at my mercy. Fear is realizing that every single thing that happens to you from this moment on… happens because I allow it.”

I watched her pupils widen, her lips parted slightly, whether to protest or to beg, I couldn’t tell.

My thumb brushed over her lips, making her draw in a shaky breath. I rolled her lower lip between my fingers, soft, warm, tempting enough to make my control slip for a second. I had to fight the urge to replace my finger with my mouth.

“Dante…”

“Quiet.”

She fell silent instantly.

“You’ve had your turn to act… and now it’s mine.”

I dropped my hand slowly, letting my fingers trail down her chin, her throat, feeling her swallow beneath my touch. Then I stepped back, needing the distance before I did something that would derail my plans entirely.

“So here’s how this is going to work. You’re going to kneel for me, right there.” I pointed to a spot in the center of the room, directly beneath the amber light.

“I… can’t…” she stammered, taking small steps backward, and the defiance sent a fresh wave of dark desire through me.

Anger flared inside me, mixed with arousal. Oh, she really didn’t want to do that.

“You can, and you will,” I said, my tone low and final. “Every second you make me wait only adds to what’s coming, Gianna. So unless you want to be hanging from that bar before you can take another breath, I suggest you move. Now.”

Gianna’s eyes shot upward to the suspension bar. Her breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling in a rhythm that was almost hypnotic. Then realization struck.

She moved forward quickly then dropped to her knees at the exact spot I’d indicated. The movement was immediate, graceful despite her trembling. Her hands came to rest on her thighs, fingers curling into the lace

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there.

“Glanna Giovanni.” 1 circled her slowly, drinking in the sight of her kneeling, vulnerable, mine Sneaky ant spineless, just like your father.”

She glared at me. “I’m not…” The words died as fear overtook anger.

A cold smile tugged at my mouth. She still had fight in her. Perfect. Breaking that spirit would taste even sweeter

“I’m going to ask you questions.” My voice left no room for argument. “And you’re going to answer them. Honest answers. Complete answers. No lies, no games, no manipulation.”

I studied her for a long moment, then asked, “How long have you been planning this?”

Gianna’s lashes fluttered as her mind worked furiously. I could almost see the thoughts racing behind her eyes. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and I had to suppress a groan at the sight.

“I… um… didn’t plan any of it,” she said at last, her voice trembling, “I saw an out, and I took it.”

Bullshit. It took her three seconds too long to answer, her eyes breaking from mine in the process. She was still lying. Still trying to play me. No remorse.

Fine. If she wanted to play it this way, I’d make sure she regretted it.

“This would be fun,” I thought, a cold thrill rippling through me. “Painful, maybe, but definitely fun.”

“The hard way it is,” I said flatly.

“Wait!” Her eyes widened with panic, but before she could move, I stepped forward and scooped her up easily. Her body collided with mine, soft, trembling, warm. The contact sent a jolt through me, her scent wrapping around me.

“No! Dante, please…” She struggled, pushing at my chest, kicking, fighting, every movement pressing her curves tighter against me until it became almost unbearable.

“Fight one more time,” I warned. “And I guarantee your punishment will be worse. Test me, Gianna.”

She went still immediately. But the begging continued, desperate words spilling from those lips I wanted to silence with my mouth.

“Please, I’m sorry, I’ll tell you the truth, please don’t…”

I ignored every word. Carried her to the suspension bar and set her down beneath it.

“Arms out,” I commanded.

She hesitated, tears pooling in those beautiful eyes. “Dante…‘

She really thought that trembling voice would save her? That she could hide behind those wide, innocent eyes and a few tearful apologies, as if that could erase what she’d done?

Not a chance.

“Arms. Out.”

Slowly, shaking, she stretched her arms overhead. The movement lifted her chest, pulled the lace tight, and I had to look away before I lost what remained of my composure.

I noticed the rope burns on her wrists from yesterday, still slightly red. That unwelcome surge of protectiveness

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rose again, clashing hard with my need to punish her,

I forced it down and reached for the leather cuffs.

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