Chapter 63: She Was Taunting Me
Dante’s POV
The room shifted the moment Gianna stepped in. Light poured through the window, catching in her hair. She was dressed in a flowery yellow dress, every detail of her hair falling over one shoulder, the curve of her lips.
Her beauty disarmed me completely.
The lazy sway of her hips, the tilt of her head that dared me to look longer, dragged me straight back to last night.
“Fuck…” I muttered under my breath, too low for her to hear, but Bruno caught it.
Gianna’s voice broke through the haze. “Don Dante…?”
Soft. Careful. But it only made things worse.
I didn’t answer. Couldn’t.
My eyes trailed over her mouth, remembering the way she’d used it.
My chest felt tight.
“Boss,” Bruno said, tapping my shoulder, amusement thick in his tone. “Gia’s talking to you.”
That snapped me back. I dragged my gaze away from her lips long enough to find my voice.
“What is it, Gianna? What do you want this time?”
She smiled like she’d been waiting for that question. “I’ve been thinking,” she began, strolling closer, uninvited of course. “I’ve been trapped in your airspace for days now. These walls, my room, this giant house…….” She lifted her hands dramatically. “It’s beautiful, sure, but I’m starting to forget what fresh air feels like.”
I arched my brow. “You’ve got windows, don’t you?”
“Windows,” she repeated, feigning disbelief. “Right. Because staring through glass is just as refreshing as actually breathing.” She leaned forward slightly, eyes glinting with mischief. “So, I was thinking…… maybe you could let me go out. Just for a bit. The gardens look incredible from my window. I could have a mini picnic or something.”
I stared at her. “A picnic?”
She nodded eagerly. “Yes. You know, the sun, the flowers, a little basket of food. Mira could come with me.”
I laughed once. She thought she could fool me. “I don’t give a damn if Mira comes with you or the Pope himself. You really expect me to let you wander my grounds alone?”
Her brows lifted. “Why? You think I’ll run? You have guards posted at every turn, Dante. If I even breathe wrong, you’d probably have them shoot me before I made it past the hedges.”
“I wouldn’t put it past you to try, nevertheless,” I replied thtly.
She grinned. “You really don’t trust me, do you?”
“Not even a little.”
Gianna sighed exaggeratedly. “What’s the worst that could happen? You’ve locked me up like some fragile trophy. I just want air, not freedom.”
I rubbed a hand through my hair. “If you’re bored, tell me what excites you. I’ll have it delivered to your room. Clothes, food, books, whatever the hell women like you waste time on. Shop online if you must.”
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She tilted her head, pretending to think. “You really think all women care about designer bags and shiny things?”
“Don’t they?”
That earned me a small laugh. She stepped closer, close enough that her perfume hit me, soft, distracting, “You don’t know much about women, do you?” she teased.
I gave her a warning look, but she kept going
“And besides……” Her palms pressed against my desk as she leaned in, sensual, just enough for the creamy swell of her breasts to push up against the fabric of her dress, drawing my eyes before I could stop myself.
I knew exactly what she was doing
She was trying to seduce me into letting her have her way.
“I would think after last night, maybe I deserve a reward.” Her lips curved into a teasing smile. “You said I was the best after all. Thoughtful men give rewards.”
Heat flared in me and anger with it, at her audacity, at Bruno watching with that look, at how my control kept folding like paper.
“Gianna…….”
She smirked, pretending to think again. “What was it you said again? Something about…….”
“Stop.”
But she didn’t. Of course she didn’t.
Inch by inch, she closed the space between us until her breath mingled with mine. Then, with a wicked glint in her eyes, knowing full well Bruno could still hear her, she whispered, drawing out every word.
“God……. Gianna……. never in my life…… never in my years… have I had a mouth like yours. You’re filthy, perfect… … and I love every second of it.”
The memory of that night, her mouth, the sound of my own voice saying those exact words, flashed behind my eyes. Heat surged through me, hard and fast. I could feel the ache building in my pants, and for a split second, I was caught between wanting to drag her across my legs and give her the spanking of her life, and the sting of humiliation that she’d dared throw my own weakness back in my face.
She thought she could play me. She thought that fiery mouth of hers could mock me in front of Bruno, test how far she could push.
Then she pulled away, slow and shameless, that smug glint still burning in her gaze.
I could have wiped that smirk off her face in a dozen ways, but I didn’t. I couldn’t.
My voice came out low, controlled, but rougher than I wanted.
“That’s enough.”
Bruno let out a choked chuckle from the doorway, clearly entertained. I heard him mutter under his breath, ” Damn, this is too heated even for me.”
“Don’t even start,” I snapped, glaring at him.
He lifted both hands, placating. “I didn’t say anything. But” His gaze drifted to Gianna, then back to me. “She has a point. She’s been locked up for weeks. If this is her home now, maybe she deserves a little sunlight. Just a short outing. Mira can go with her, I’ll make sure nothing happens.”
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I wanted to refuse, to keep her close, contained, under my thumb where I knew she couldn’t slip away. But I couldn’t deny she was right. She deserved a little freedom, at least within the estate. And damn it, Bruno had a point, maybe it would help her settle in…… make her stop looking at me like a caged bird waiting for the door to
open.
I swore under my breath. “Fine,” I said finally. “One hour. And a guard follows you both, no arguments.”
Gianna squealed, a bright, childish sound that made something in me clench and melt at once. She clapped her hands, giddy. “Oh my God, thank you, Don Dante! You won’t regret it. I’ll be back before you can miss me.”
“Don’t push it,” I muttered.
Then she turned to Bruno, eyes sparkling. “Actually, I’d prefer if you came with us. You seem more fun than the rest.”
Bruno chuckled. “I’ll do it. I’ll keep an eye on them personally, Don.”
I gave him a hard look. “See that you do.”
Gianna’s laughter followed her as she turned to leave, light and carefree, the sound both infuriating and impossible to ignore.
And as the door closed behind her, I caught myself smiling, just for a second, before cursing under my breath.
She was a problem I couldn’t stop wanting to solve.
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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.
