Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride 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.

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