His Alpha Regret and Returned Queen 15

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Dante’s tongue pushed into my mouth, demanding entrance, and I parted my lips without thinking. He took over, no gentleness, just a deep, consuming hunger. His kiss claimed every corner of my mouth. 

For a moment, I froze. I didn’t even know how to respond. I’d never been kissed before. 

Then he pulled back slightly, breath hot against my lips, and growled, “Let go… and feel this.” 

I shut my eyes and gave in. 

He kissed me again, this time fiercer, and I let myself fall into it. My lips moved with his, hungry and helpless. 

My fingers dug in the sheets as heat surged through me, my back arching off the bed. 

A moan slipped out before I could stop it. 

I leaned in more, chasing the taste of his mouth, craving the way he made me feel like I was burning from the inside out. 

And just when I didn’t want the kiss to end, when I would’ve given anything for more, he pushed off me and stood 

beside the bed. 

I sat up slowly, eyes following him, still trying to catch my breath. My lips were swollen and tingling from the force of his kiss. 

He reached back, brushing his thumb over my lips again, and said with a dark, satisfied grin, “Now we’re bound by blood. There’s no escaping me, little doll.” 

He turned away. 

My gaze drifted to his back, and lower. The way his pants sat on his hips, how broad his shoulders were as he walked… 

God, each step he took exuded command and control. 

He reached the door, opened it, and paused. I heard a muffled voice from outside, another man, I thought, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying. 

Then Dante stepped back into the room, and he wasn’t alone. 

The older woman from last night was with him. 

Dante glanced my way. “Madame Grace,” he said, “let me formally introduce you to Gianna. She’s the new lady of the house.” 

My brain short–circuited. 

Lady of the house? 

What did that even mean? 

His eyes found mine again, stern. “She’ll make sure you’re well settled in your new home.” 

Then he leaned toward Grace and murmured, “Make sure she gets everything she needs.” 

He just walked away, completely unconcerned that I might have questions. 

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I shook my head at his sheer audacity. Everything he did was on his terms. 

Grace stepped forward. 

“Gianna, it’s lovely to officially meet you,” she said politely. 

“I’m not sure I can say the same,” I replied, trying not to sound rude, but the words slipped out anyway. 

She gave me a knowing smile. 

“What?” I asked, frowning at her expression. 

“Don Dante mentioned you were strong willed and might pose slightly difficult. He cautioned me to be prepared.” She chuckled softly. “I suppose he was right.” 

I scoffed. “Bold of him to call me difficult when he’s the…” 

“Miss Gianna,” she interrupted, still smiling, “Don Dante has requested that we join him for breakfast in an hour. So if I’m to help you get ready, we need to begin.‘ 

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I crossed my arms. “Thanks, Grace, but I think I can manage.‘ 

She waved her hands in a dismissive manner. 

“I’m sure you can. But you’ll learn there are consequences to disobeying Dante’s rules.” 

A chill passed through me. I’d already learned that lesson, three times. I wasn’t eager for a fourth. 

“You’re right about that part,” I mumbled under my breath. “Let’s get started.” 

Grace nodded approvingly and gestured toward the bathroom. 

I stood, following her in silence, already dreading what the rest of the day would bring. 

Grace ran the water while I stood at the edge of the tub, watching steam curl into the air. She poured lavender, bath oils, and something pearly into the bath until a soft layer of bubbles began to form. 

“You’ll feel better once you’re clean,” she said, glancing at me. “The heat helps with the soreness after making love.” 

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Soreness? She thought Dante had made love to me last night. God. Love had nothing to do with it. If he’d touched me, it wouldn’t have been love, it would’ve been fucking. There’s a difference. A big one. 

There was a strange maternal warmth in her tone and the way she looked at me, but I still didn’t trust it. So I gave her a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. 

“Is it too hot?” she asked softly. 

I dipped my hand into the bath. The heat stung my skin, a little too hot. Still, I shook my head. “No… it’s perfect.” 

Grace stared at me for a moment, like she was waiting for me to undress. 

I slowly reached to take off the sheer fabric from last night, but a flush crept up my neck. I wasn’t used to stripping in front of strangers, especially not women I didn’t know. 

“Grace?” 

She looked up. “Yes, dear?” 

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“Can L… have a moment alone?” 

She gave a small nod, then glanced at the towels she’d folded nearby, “I’ll be right outside if you need anything,” she said. “And I’ll help with your hair later.” 

Then she slipped out, gently closing the door behind her, 

I slowly removed my clothes, letting the fabric fall to the floor, 

My limbs ached as I sank into the bath, the water rising around me, hot and soothing on my skin, but my mind refused to relax. 

I lifted my fingers to my neck, to the place where Dante’s mouth had been. The skin still tingled, 

And then it all came crashing back. 

His kiss flooded my senses in small flashes, the heat of his mouth, the rough press of his tongue forcing mine to move with his. 

The metallic taste of his blood and mine felt both wrong and devastatingly right, all at once. Violent… but intoxicating. 

God, why did it feel good? 

I let my head rest against the edge of the tub, staring up at the ceiling as the memory deepened. I hadn’t just let him kiss me, I’d kissed him back. 

Not softly, I had opened myself to him. My body had leaned into him, aching for more, and that’s when he backed away. I was certain he did it just to show me he was in control of me. 

Now the water around me felt too hot, like he was still here, setting me on fire. 

Why? 

Why did his lips feel so damn good that I’d crave them again? 

Then more memories came in fragments, me, standing naked in front of him. 

His gaze roamed over every inch of my skin like it belonged to him. His body was broad, towering, carved like a god. 

And his cock… Massive. Intimidating. I’d pretended not to notice, but I had. Every inch. 

God. I swallowed hard as heat coursed through me again, hotter than the bathwater. 

Then his hands, stroking my thighs. His fingers slipped inside me, moving in and out of me in fast, merciless strokes. 

And God help me, the sensations were unlike anything I’d ever known. 

I hated him, for what he’d done to me. For tearing apart the life I knew and chaining me to him like some kind of possession. 

I’d acted like I wasn’t scared, like I wanted him to get it over with. But the truth? I was terrified. Not of him hurting me, he already had, but of how much further my body would betray me. 

That’s why I spat those words, that his touch repulsed me. But deep down, I knew I was lying. Because I didn’t want him to stop. Instead, I wanted more of his mouth, his fingers buried inside me. 

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But I couldn’t let him see that. Not when he already held too much power. 

Still, even as I tried to push him away, I saw the rage in his eyes. He held back. 

And when I thought he’d take what he wanted… he didn’t. 

He stopped, and showed me mercy I never asked for. 

But he was wrong about one thing. 

Yes, I wanted his touch. Yes, I kissed him back. Maybe I even burned for him in ways I don’t understand. 

But I would never beg for his cock. 

Not even if I was on fire. 

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