Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride novel Chapter 31

Gia’s POV

Still seething with anger after my encounter with Dante, I stormed down the hallway when I heard it, low, muffled moans tangled with groans. At first, I thought I was imagining things, my mind playing tricks on me. But the farther I walked, the clearer the sounds became.

My steps slowed as a chill crept down my spine. This was Dante’s house, his ruthless, merciless empire. For all I knew, someone could be in pain, being punished, tortured by one of his men. Fear gripped me, urging me to turn back, to run straight to my room and lock the door. But I didn’t. Curiosity, stronger than what I could suppress, pulled me forward.

The deeper I went, the dimmer the corridor became, darkness swallowing the last traces of light. The sounds grew louder, more urgent, spilling from a small room tucked at the far corner.

My breathing quickened, heart pounding as I neared the door that hung slightly ajar.

I leaned against the wooden frame and peered through the narrow gap. What I saw left my mouth parting in shock.

Mira. Grace’s daughter. Her dress was bunched around her hips, and she was astride a man, shit… Dante’s right hand, his second in command, Bruno.

I pressed a trembling hand to my lips, my mind spinning. Oh my God… they were having sex.

The realization slammed into me so hard I nearly stumbled back. My first instinct was to turn and run before they noticed me. But a darker, shameful desire kept me rooted to the spot. I couldn’t look away.

Mira straddled him, her small frame moving with a confidence that stunned me.

She kissed down his neck, biting at his skin as though she owned him. And Bruno, who usually looked so scary beside Dante, was at her mercy, groaning her name, his hands gripping the sheets like he couldn’t take control even if he tried.

“Bruno,” Mira gasped, her hips grinding slowly against him, “someone will catch us… we can’t keep doing this.”

“No one ever comes to this room.” His voice was gravel, thick with need. “That’s why I let you take control. You decide how quick or how long this lasts. But you’re not leaving until we both finish.”

Mira let out a low chuckle, her eyes glittering. “You sick man… just admit you love me on top, riding you like this.”

She rolled her hips in slow circles, teasing his cock, and Bruno bit back curses as his chest heaved beneath her nails.

“But what if…” she started, her voice breaking into a whimper.

“Shh.” He dragged her down, crushing her lips with his. “You’re right, I love you on top, taking me like this. Say it… say you love it too.”

Then, with a sudden force, Bruno thrust upward, slamming into her. Mira’s head snapped back, her eyes squeezed shut, her lips parting on a cry that carried his name.

“Bruno… oh God, Bruno… yes… I love it!”

His grip tightened, desperate, his voice rough. “I’m the only man who can fuck you like this. Remember that.”

Mira’s mouth curved in defiance, her breath breaking into laughter and gasps. “No… I’ll show you. I’m the one in control. And I can make you beg. I’ll get you back.”

She leaned forward, catching one of his nipples between her lips, flicking her tongue, dragging a moan from deep in his chest. His groan was unrestrained, his body trembling beneath her as she rocked harder.

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