Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride novel Chapter 22

Gia’s POV

Gia tried to muffle another sound, but I grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged, not harsh, just enough to tilt her head back, to make her look at me.

She winced, not from pain, but from too much pleasure.

And just then, my fingers stilled inside her.

“Take your hands off,” I growled. “I want to hear you scream when I fuck you with just my fingers.”

Overtaken with pleasure, she obeyed. Her hands dropped from her mouth, like her body couldn’t fight it anymore.

Her dazed eyes locked with mine. I didn’t move. I wanted her to feel the wait, the pause, and denial.

“Dante… please… I need…”

She whimpered, breathless and shaky, like she didn’t even know what she was begging for.

Shit.

That’s when it hit me. She’d never had an orgasm before.

I was her first.

She hadn’t been pretending earlier, she genuinely didn’t have any experience or understanding. She didn’t even recognize the moment her body was about to fall apart under mine.

And for some dark, possessive reason, that only made this more exhilarating.

She had no idea what was coming. But I did. And I was going to take her there.

I picked up the pace, my fingers pumped in and out of her, faster, deeper. Her slick heat welcomed every thrust, sucking me in like her body already knew mine.

“Oh God… Dante… what’s happening to me… I can’t help it…”

I leaned in, my lips grazing her ear, and growled, “You’re about to cum for me, pretty girl.”

“No… I can’t…” she stiffened, panic rushing through her like she was trying to fight it. But she didn’t beg me to stop. She didn’t pull away.

Instead, her hips bucked harder into my hand, wild and desperate. She was chasing it now, the pleasure I’d unlocked. Her body was burning, her mind completely lost in the pleasure I’d dragged out of her. And I hadn’t even finished with her yet.

I curled my fingers inside her, dragging them along her sweet spot, rubbing deep and slow until I felt her shudder violently.

“There it is,” I hissed. “Your perfect spot. Fuck, you’re clenching down on me like you can’t stand to let me out.”

She whimpered.

Her ass arched off my lap as her thighs trembled around my wrist. One hand gripped my thigh so tight I felt her nails dig in, the other clutching the edge of the chair as if she was holding on for dear life.

“Let go, pretty doll,” I whispered, pressing down on her clit with my thumb, circling with brutal precision. “Don’t fight it. I want to feel you fall apart on my fingers. Let me break you.”

“Dante!” she cried, loud and unhinged, her screams of climax echoing off the walls. Her body jerked violently as she came hard, her orgasm ripping through her like a wave she never saw coming.

Then, fuck, she bit down on my thigh, hard, trying to muffle her moans. The only reason I let her was because I didn’t want my men hearing the sounds she made for me. Those cries of pleasure were mine, only.

Her legs shook as I kept riding her through every second of it, not letting up, not until I felt the last tremor fade from her core.

Only then did I slow my movements, easing my fingers out of her soaked heat. Her body slumped forward like all the strength had been drained out of her.

When I released her, she jolted up from my lap like she’d just realized what she’d done.

She looked at me, embarrassed, angry. Beautiful. Her cheeks were flushed, lips swollen, and eyes glassy with tears she hadn’t even noticed were falling.

Then, without a single word, she straightened her dress with trembling hands, her jaw clenched tight. And before I could say a damn thing, she spun on her heels and bolted from the room.

Leaving me there, breathless. Rock hard. And starving for more.

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Call me a monster, I didn’t give a damn.

I enjoyed every second of watching my pretty doll orgasm for the first time… in my hands.

This was by far one of the sweetest lessons I’d ever taught. Watching her fall apart, screaming my name as her body responded so beautifully to every stroke of my fingers… her hips grinding against my palm, chasing her release like she couldn’t survive without it.

Her cries still echoed off the walls, and the wetness still clung to my fingers, a reminder of just how badly she wanted me.

What she didn’t understand was that I already owned her. Every layer. Every breath. And no matter how hard she fought it…

She was mine.

She just didn’t know that the more she resisted, the more pleasure I’d take in breaking her. Because soon enough, there’d be no more fight left in her. Just my name rolling off her tongue in submission.

I was marveled by her utter innocence. I knew she was a virgin, hell, I bought her as one, but I didn’t realize just how untouched she truly was.

Last night, when she cried out in pain, I thought she was trying to manipulate me.

But she wasn’t.

She was scared and inexperienced.

I’d assumed she’d fooled around before, maybe some college boy, maybe her own fingers. But the way she trembled beneath me, the way she looked up with those wide eyes confused, asking where my cock would even fit…

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