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Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride novel Chapter 10

Dante’s POV

I circled her slowly, like a captor reminding his captive there was no escape. She stood in the middle of the room, completely open to me, and I couldn’t look away. Every curve, every line on her body, was utterly exquisite.

My eyes dragged over her, inch by inch, greedily consuming the sight of her flawless skin, the soft curves of her breasts, the way her nipples peaked under the cold air.

I could feel the heat rising through my chest, my blood rushing low and heavy with need. My body ached to touch her, to ruin her.

She was scared, I could see it in the way her arms hung awkwardly at her sides, as if she didn’t know where to hide. The way her chest rose and fell too fast, her breath catching every other second.

But underneath the fear, I sensed desire. The way her thighs pressed tightly together, as if trying to hide the need building between them. She didn’t know it, but that small, subconscious motion told me everything. Her core was aching for me already, desperate for a touch she would never admit to craving.

Then her head dipped slowly, avoiding my gaze like a shy little girl.

I didn’t let it slide.

I reached out, slid my fingers beneath her chin, lifted her face, and forced her to look at me.

“Eyes on me.”

She didn’t move for a second. Then… she obeyed, lifting that pretty head and locking those hazel eyes on mine.

Jesus.

Those eyes.

Hazel, beautiful, innocent.

Fuck.

Those eyes were dangerous, because they made me hesitate. Even now, when I had her naked, vulnerable, standing before me with her lips parted and her body mine to do with as I pleased. But something pure and untouched in her eyes made me pause. They were too pure, too untouched.

“Perfect,” I murmured. “Now I want only the truth from you. Is that understood?”

She nodded, light and submissive, like a good little girl who wanted to please.

“Do I make you nervous?”

Another nod, and it wasn’t enough.

“Use your sweet words, pretty doll.”

“Yes,” she whispered.

A slow grin tugged at my mouth. “Good. I like it that way. I want your body to tense up and your thighs to clench every time I walk into a room. I want your pulse to race when you hear my voice. Because from tonight onward…”

I stepped closer, my hand still holding her chin. “…I’ll own every fucking inch of you.”

She bit her lip. I saw it in her eyes, the way she tried to fight my words and hold onto whatever control she thought she had left.

But then she said it.

“Yes…”

Good girl.

Good fucking thing she obeyed. Because I was one second away from forgetting every ounce of patience I’d promised myself and using her mouth as her first lesson in obedience.

I already knew she was a virgin. This was going to be her first time. And as much as I wanted to claim that perfect, untouched body hard and deep, even I wasn’t cruel enough to take her that way. Not tonight.

It would’ve been too much, too rough.

And for once, I cared.

Maybe it happened the moment I looked into those innocent hazel eyes, or the way she looked at me like she didn’t know whether to fear me… or fall apart for me.

Whatever it was, it softened the vengeance burning inside me, just for tonight. Tonight I’d show her mercy.

I was going to ease her into this, into me. She may never have had sex before, but I doubted she was completely untouched. Maybe she’d been kissed, maybe even explored.

But I wanted more than what others had tasted. I wanted everything. I was going to let her tell me what she liked, what her body begged for when no one was watching.

And if she didn’t? If she decided to be stubborn?

I’d find out myself.

Because nothing turned me on more than discovering the secret places that made a woman writhe, and owning them. Claiming them. Making sure no other man would ever come close to doing what I could.

She would forget every childhood fantasy, every forbidden dream. There’d be no ex-boyfriends to remember, no first kisses to compare, no other touch to haunt her.

I’d find every sensitive inch of her skin that made her squirm, every spot that made her cry out.

After this… she’d forget every one of them.

Chapter 10: Going soft on her, Only for tonight 1

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