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Chapter 133: I Want To Watch!
Gianna’s POV
I stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in my robe, still towel–drying my hair, and froze.
Laid out on the bed was a champagne gold gown that shimmered in the soft bedroom light, with slende spaghetti straps and a plunging neckline that would leave little to the imagination.
Next to it was a set of lingerie, a sheer lace bra, matching panties, a garter belt, silk stockings, and suspenders.
My cheeks flushed hot.
“Dante!” I called out, already knowing he was somewhere nearby, probably enjoying this.
He appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. He was already dressed in his black three–piece suit, though his dress shirt was half–buttoned, revealing the muscled planes of his chest. That infuriating smirk played on his lips.
– He looked every inch the Mafia King, powerful, commanding, absolutely lethal.
“Yes, tesoro?” Pure innocence colored his voice, as if he had not just laid out the most provocative outfit imaginable.
I gestured at the bed. “What is this?”
“It’s what you’ll be wearing tonight.”
My head shook before I could stop it. “That can’t be right. I already have my dress laid out in the closet, so thanks, but no.”
I turned to walk away, but he pushed off the doorframe. In three long strides, he closed the distance, pulling me back against his chest. His arm banded around my waist like steel.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
My eyes widened even as my body melted against him, traitor that it was. Heat radiated from him, seeping through the thin fabric of my robe. I could feel every hard plane of muscle pressed against my back, and lower. I could already feel him, half–hard against my ass.
Focus, Gianna. Do not let him win this easily.
“To get dressed.”
“Pretty doll.” He pointed to the dress lying on the bed, his voice dropping an octave. “Put it on.”
I fought against his hold, twisting in his arms. My eyes rolled skyward even as my pulse quickened. “Mr. Controlling, when did you even get this?”
“Which part?” His eyes gleamed with mischief. “The dress or what goes underneath it?”
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“Dante.”
“I had it custom–made after I saw you admiring something similar at the bridal shop. I knew it would look perfect on you.” He picked up one of the suspenders, letting it dangle from his finger. The silk caught the light, and I could not help but imagine how it would feel against my thighs. The rest, that is new.”
I crossed my arms, trying to pretend I did not love the dress. But it was stunning, better than what I had planned to wear. The fact that he had noticed what I liked, that he had paid attention to every little detail, made my heart do something foolish in my chest.
Do not fall for it. He is trying to control you.
Still, the lingerie felt like something pulled straight from an erotic fantasy, and I was not sure I was ready for that level of exposure.
“And you expect me to wear all of this?”
He closed the remaining distance between us, his hands finding my waist and tugging me flush against him. “I expect you to look absolutely breathtaking tonight when I introduce you to every clan leader as mine.”
His hand slid lower, possessive, gripping my hip through the robe. “What you wear underneath, that is just for me. So I know that beneath all that elegance, beneath all those polite smiles, you are marked. Claimed. Wanting.”
The last word came out like a growl, and I felt my knees weaken.
I could not stand him.
“So basically you want to dress me like your personal doll?”
A smirk tugged at his mouth, dark and dangerous. “I would love to say yes, but we both know you would fight me every step of the way.”
His hand slipped underneath my robe, fingers splaying across my bare stomach, burning against my
skin.
His other hand traveled up, fingers brushing just below my breast. “Besides, I like knowing what is hidden beneath that beautiful dress. Knowing that while you are shaking hands and making polite conversation, you are wearing exactly what I chose for you. Knowing that you are thinking about me, about what I will do to you later,”
A shiver raced down my spine. I could feel every nerve ending coming alive from his words and his touch.
This is bad. This is really bad.
“That is another excuse to show your controlling nature.” I tried to keep my voice steady, even as my breath came faster. “What is next, you will control the air I breathe?” 1
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He smirked. “I do not have that kind of power over you, tesoro.”
Then he checked his watch, his expression shifting to something more serious, though there was still heat in his eyes, still that dark promise. “Pretty doll, it is time to get dressed. We do not want to keep the clan heads waiting too long. They are known to be impatient, and when they are, they can be unpredictable.”
My breath hitched despite myself.
“No.” I stepped back, shaking my head even as my body protested the loss of his warmth. “Absolutely not. The dress, yes. The rest of it.”
“The rest of it is non–negotiable.” He caught my hand, pulling me back. His thumb traced circles on my racing pulse. “Unless you would prefer I help you put it on, because I am more than happy to assist. Very happy.”
“Vaffanculo,” I muttered under my breath, telling him to fuck off, to go to hell.
He chuckled, the sound low and dangerous, vibrating through his chest. “And she speaks Italian for the first time. It is incredibly attractive, but it needs work. We will work on it. I will have you cursing me fluently by the end of the month.”
Still muttering at him in broken Italian, I walked over to the bed.
“Stronzo,” I muttered, calling him an asshole.
“Testa di cazzo,” I added bitterly, calling him a dickhead.
“I can hear you, pretty doll.”
“Good.”
“And just so you know,” his voice stopped me mid–reach for the lingerie, “you are stunning when you are flustered. When your cheeks flush like that, when your breath comes faster. Come on, pretty doll. Wear it for me. I promise to make it worth your while later. Very worth it.”
I looked at the lingerie again, then back at his face, at those dark eyes full of promise and heat and that infuriating confidence that made me want to both slap him and climb him like a tree.
I hate that I want this. I hate that he knows I want this.
“Whatever,” I tried to sound annoyed even though my heart was racing, even though I could already feel the warmth gathering between my thighs. “But you are staying out there while I change.”
“Here.” He settled into the armchair in the corner, spreading his legs wide and resting his
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