Chapter 45: I Want To Break You
Gianna’s POV
I walked the length of the room for what felt like the hundredth time, fury rolling through me. Dante DeLuca, with all his arrogance, had actually ordered me to my room at breakfast, like he was the principal and I was the disobedient student. What angered me most was that I had to agree, when every part of me wanted to yell fuck off, walk out, and never look back. Then he stomped out, leaving me to wait on him like a servant, trapped in a pretty room for over an hour.
At first, I thought he’d come up quickly, ready to scold me about daring to ask Bruno personal questions. I ever rehearsed what I’d say, turning lines over in my head a dozen times. But the door never opened. He was nowhere. Probably out there doing whatever shady mafia business he did.
I’d tried once to step outside, only to find Alfonso planted at the door, solid as a wall. The man didn’t even move, and I knew he’d run to Dante with the news the second I tried anything. Which meant I had no choice but to stay put, at least if I wanted to keep up this charade.
I had promised Dante submission and told him I would play the part of the obedient mistress. That meant, for now, I couldn’t flaunt his egotistical orders, no matter how badly every part of me wanted to.
All of this ruined my plans for the day. I’d meant to use a picnic with Mira as my excuse, a harmless ladies‘ thing Dante wouldn’t question, and while we pretended to chat and laugh I’d study the estate. I’d learn the grounds, watch the gate guards, find the exits. The sooner I started, the sooner I could get out.
Before the thought could settle, the door crashed open. The violent bang made my heart jump. Panic gripped me. I turned, and there he was.
Dante filled the doorway, broad shoulders blocking out the light. The very air seemed to drain from the room, leaving only him. And then he strode in, closing the distance in heavy strides.
“Dante…” The word came out almost inaudible. I could sense the anger radiating off him in waves, forcing me to take shaky steps backward. But it made no difference. He kept coming.
“What the hell was that downstairs?” He didn’t just ask. He accused.
Play dumb, I told myself. “I have no idea what you mean.
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He glared at me. “You know exactly what I mean. Breakfast. With Bruno. Asking him personal questions.” The practiced reply that had looped in my head popped out before I could stop it. “Since this is going to be my new home, I thought it would be right to get to know everyone. Especially Bruno, since he’s your right hand.‘
He let out a cold sound that wasn’t a laugh. “Getting to know him by asking invasive questions? Screw that. You were damn right flirting with him.”
By this time my back hit the wall, and for a second I just stared at him, caught in his furious glare.
Okay, maybe I had been batting my lashes and smiling a little too much, tossing out compliments that went further than they should have. But flirting? That felt like a stretch.
Except, deep down, I knew it wasn’t. Maybe it wasn’t at all. Maybe some part of me wanted to get under Dante’s skin, to push him, to see him lose that iron control he carried like armor. And judging by the fire blazing in his
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eyes now, it was working.
Still, I had to keep up the act. Had to lie. My mouth went dry.
“I… I wasn’t flirting.”
“We both know that’s a lie.” He closed the last bit of space between us, his body pressing fully against mine. A shiver shot through me, and I found myself sliding a fraction down the wall, trapped beneath his weight and heat. “I saw the way you looked at him. The way you wanted to know if he had a girlfriend.”
“I was only making small talk.” I dropped my gaze, desperate to dull the sparks his nearness lit under my skin. “ There’s a difference between being friendly and…”
“You want to lecture a man like me on flirting?” he cut through mine.
“That’s not my intention…” I started, but he raised a hand, and the motion stopped me dead.
“I don’t know what game you’re playing,” he said, low and tight. “One minute you’re begging me to let you go, swearing you’d never submit.” His gaze burned through me, mapping every secret I thought I’d hidden. “And then this morning you’re saying you’ll submit. You promise to play the willing mistress.”
The intensity of it made my face heat. It felt as though he could see straight into the dark corners of my plans, and the thought terrified me.
“You don’t get to play both sides,” he warned, his thumb grazing my cheek. The touch was deceptively soft but filled with danger. “Remember. Lies have consequences.”
My breath shook at the feel of his thumb trailing lower, stroking the corner of my mouth, a light touch that made me tremble even as I wanted to jerk away.
“I’m… not… lying…” The words left me in a tremor as I lifted my hand, fingers closing around his to stop him from brushing my lips again. “I thought this is what you wanted.”
He seized both my wrists in one hand and slammed them above my head, pinning them hard against the wall. The sudden force tore a gasp from me, the sting shooting through my arms. Pain burned at my wrists, but instead of pushing me away, it dragged something deeper out of me, something I didn’t want to admit.
“Never try to stop me from touching you,” he warned, his voice a growl against my mouth. His face came closer, so close his breath brushed across my lips. He didn’t move further, only hovered there, waiting, daring me to speak.
His free hand moved next, sliding down the side of my throat with a rough, possessive drag. Each stroke left fire under my skin where his fingers pressed. He reached the curve of my chest, his palm flattening over the space just above my heart. I was certain he could feel the frantic beat of my heart against his hand.
His breathing changed, heavier now, each exhale hot against my cheek as if my reaction only fueled him.
When his fingers slipped lower, teasing along the edge of my gown, I couldn’t breathe. The touch made my body jolt, a reaction I couldn’t stop.
“I want to break you…” His voice was darker than before, vibrating against my skin. “…and I haven’t broken you yet. Don’t think I won’t notice when some little brat tries to make a fool of me.”
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I hated how easily my body gave in to him. A delicious ache stirred between my thighs, my nipples tightening inside my bra, every nerve alive under his touch.
The defiant part of me screamed to call him insane, to shove him back, to tell him to take his hands off me. But I didn’t. I couldn’t.
“I’m not making a fool of you,” I forced out, my voice raw. “I told you before. I’m tired of fighting a losing battle. I told you that.”
His hand slid lower, slipping into the neckline of my dress. He pushed past the thin lace of my bra and cupped my breast firmly, his fingers kneading and teasing all at once.
A soft gasp escaped before I could hold it back.
That arrogant smirk spread across his face as his thumb brushed over my nipple, finding it hard for him. ” You’re already hard and begging for my touch,” he rasped, savoring what he was pulling from me.
As though to intensify the reaction further, he pinched the sensitive peak and I winced, the sound a mix of pain and pleasure dragging a needy sound from me I tried to swallow back. 1
He leaned in, his mouth at my ear, his voice rough. “We’ll see if this submission of yours is real. I’ll find out. And if you’re lying to me… there will be consequences. Do you understand me?”
My eyes shut, desire rushing through me so fast I could barely think. My whole body tingled, desperate for more, my nipples aching in his hand. My voice came out shaky.
“Y… yes.”
His grip tightened, his thumb rolling my nipple harder, the pinch sending sparks down my spine as he pushed me against the wall. I gasped, my body betraying me, pressing closer into his arms without my permission.
“Yes what?” His words cut through the haze, dark, demanding, while his hand never stopped teasing me, enjoying every squirm he dragged out of me.
The pleasure flooded my entire body until I couldn’t fight it anymore. My head tipped back, a moan slipping out before I could hold it.
“Yes… Don… Dante.”
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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.
