Chapter 31: Bend him to my will.
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.”
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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.
I swallowed hard, shame burning my cheeks, the ache from last night flooding back stronger than ever. But there was one name on my mind… Dante.
I remembered his hand stroking me, teasing me, trapping me. How he had pressed down on my clit but refused to move, keeping me at his mercy. He was always in control, and I had no power to break him.
But here, Mira had power. Bruno’s eyes were squeezed shut, his jaw slack, his groans raw.
I couldn’t stop staring at the way Mira’s small hands splayed across his chest, the sheer pleasure etched into her face. God. The power she wielded with her body… despite being way younger than Bruno, her smaller frame, it fascinated me.
She rocked back and forth against him with a rhythm that grew more desperate, more urgent, like she was chasing something only she could reach.
“Fuck, Bruno, I’m close,” Mira panted. Her voice cracked with need. “Play with my clit… touch me now!”
Bruno gave a boyish, wicked grin even through his panting. His hand slid between them, his fingers stroking fast, just as she demanded. His hips thrust harder, driving up into her.
“Doing as you ask, my lady,” he growled. “Now let go for me. Give it to me, Mira. I want to feel you. Right now.”
Her cry tore out of her throat, muffled against his neck as her body shuddered, breaking against him in a hard, shaking climax. She collapsed to his chest, trembling.
Bruno’s groan filled the room as he surged up one final time, releasing with a deep, guttural sound before his body went slack against the bed.
The ache I felt between my thighs from watching them was too much. My chest heaved, my body trembling, and panic seized me. I needed to leave. Now. Before they noticed me.
I spun too quickly, and in my rush, my hip pushed a small plant resting against the hallway wall. It fell, hitting the floor with a dull thud, not loud, but enough.
Inside, the movement stopped.
Bruno didn’t hear it, too lost in the haze of aftershocks… but Mira’s head snapped up, her gaze darting to the doorway.
For one heartbeat, our eyes met.
Horror flooded me. I bolted, feet pounding the floor as heat scorched my cheeks. I didn’t stop until I reached my room, slamming the door shut and pressing my back against it.
I shut my eyes tight, desperate to block out what I had seen. But it didn’t help. The moment my lids closed, I saw it again.
Mira’s face, glowing with power, with triumph. Her body rotating, grinding against Bruno’s cock until he was helpless beneath her. A man trained to guard hadn’t even noticed the sound of the vase breaking, too far gone under her spell. She had completely undone him.
And I ached. Not just with desire, but with envy.
I wanted that. I wanted to break Dante. To strip away that iron control, to make him lose himself the way Mira had
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reduced Bruno. But how?
How could I, when every time Dante touched me, I melted? When I trembled and grew wet at just the pressure of his hand? I had no experience, no weapons like Mira’s.
But if I wanted to survive this… if I wanted to stand against Dante… I needed to learn. I needed to bend him to my
will.
But how does one make a man like Dante lose control?
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
