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GIANNA’S POV
Fear flashed across Niccolo’s face before he masked it with a scowl. He turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowd.
The moment he was gone, Dante’s grip on my waist tightened. His other hand found mine, fingers lacing together with brutal pressure as he began to move us across the floor.
“What the hell were you thinking?”
“I…”
“So you decided to flaunt my orders.”
He moved with expertise, his body leading mine effortlessly, his thigh sliding between mine with each turn, pressing exactly where the vibrator pulsed. The friction made me bite back a whimper. Every eye fixed on us now, including Niccolo’s jealous stare from across the hall.
“You already know I’m not great at following orders.”
The vibrator pulsed again, stronger, and I couldn’t stop the small gasp that escaped.
“Consequences, baby.” His voice dropped lower, rougher. “You let him put his hands on you, now you pay the price.”
His eyes burned into mine, dark with possession. “You want to play games with me, Gianna? Test how far you can push me?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t lie to me.” He spun me suddenly, my back pressed against his chest, his arm banded across my stomach, holding me tight.
His lips brushed my ear. “I warned you. No dancing with other men. Especially not him.”
He could feel me trembling against him, feel how my body responded to every pulse of the vibrator..
“You were busy,” I shot back, anger flaring even as pleasure coiled tighter inside me, making my thighs clench. I wasn’t ready to tell him about Selene. Not here. Not with so many eyes watching. “Doing God knows what.”
“I told you I’d be gone for a moment.” His hand slid lower on my stomach, dangerously close to where l ached for him. “So you did this to get back at me?”
“Maybe.” I lifted my chin, defiant despite the heat spreading through my body, despite how wet I was getting. “Maybe you should learn not to leave your woman alone. She might just…”
The vibrator intensified without warning.
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“Damn.” The word tore from my throat as my fingers clutched his arm, nails digging into his sleeve. The sensation rolled through me in waves, building, making my thighs tremble, making everything blur except the pulsing heat and Dante’s iron grip holding me upright.
He spun me back to face him, pulling me close. His thigh pressed between mine again, harder this time, and I gasped.
“What were you about to say?” Dark amusement laced his voice. “Finish your sentence.”
“You’re mean…” But my body betrayed me, clenching around the vibrator, my hips moving slightly against his thigh before I could stop myself.
He noticed. Of course he noticed.
His hand slid down my back, gripping my hip, controlling my movements. “For disrespecting me, for letting him touch what’s mine, I’m going to make you come right here. In front of everyone.”
“Dante, no…”
“Yes.” His grip tightened, pulling me flush against him. “And when you do, every person in this room will know exactly who owns this body.”
My breath came in short gasps now. The vibrator pulsed over and over, and with each step of our dance, his thigh pressed between mine, creating friction that made coherent thought impossible. 1
“You arrogant…”
“Do you think you can stay quiet?” His lips brushed my ear, his voice a low rumble that went straight to my core. “Or will you moan my name while all these people watch?”
His hand on my hip guided me against his thigh again, slow and deliberate.
Heat flooded my face. Anger and desire crashed together inside me, making it impossible to think straight. I was teetering so close, and he knew it.
He could probably feel how slick I was through the thin fabric of my dress.
A moan escaped, louder than I intended. The couple beside us glanced over, curious.
I bit my lip hard, tasting copper. Dante shot them a look, cold and threatening, and they quickly looked
away.
“Wave to our guests,” he murmured, his arm the only thing keeping me upright as he continued moving us across the floor, his thigh creating that maddening friction with every step.
“Smile. Let them see how perfect we are together.”
I wanted to kill him.
I wanted him inside me, filling me, taking me hard enough to make me forget my own name.
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The competing desires made me dizzy.
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“Dante, please.” My voice broke, desperate now, my body trembling against his, my thighs clenching
around his leg. “Stop.” (1
“No.” His grip tightened even more. His other hand slid up my back, tangling in my hair. “You need to learn what happens when you disobey me. When you let another man touch you.”
Then he turned it up higher.
The vibration became stronger than it had been all night, pushing me to the edge.
My fingers clutched his shoulders, clinging to him as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. Each step of our dance pushed me closer, his body pressed against mine, his thigh between my legs, his hand on my back holding me exactly where he wanted me.
I could feel him hardening against my stomach, the thick length of him pushing through his pants, growing harder with each tremor that ran through my body.
“Feel that?” His voice was rough in my ear, strained. “You’re not the only one affected, pretty doll. But I
have control. You don’t.”
He ground against me, slow and sweet, letting me feel exactly how much he wanted me. The ridge of him pressed against my lower stomach, hot and hard, and I whimpered.
“That’s what you do to me,” he growled. “Walking around in this dress, letting other men put their hands on you. You make me so hard I can barely think straight.”
My head fell back, then forward onto his shoulder as the orgasm began to tear through me. I tried to stay quiet, tried to hold it back, but my body had other plans.
His hand came up, gripping my chin, forcing me to look at him.
“Eyes on me when you come.”
I let out a moan, unable to stop it, and bit down on his shoulder through his jacket, muffling the sound as pleasure crashed through me in waves. My body clenched around the vibrator, shaking, trembling
against him as he held me close.
He ground his cock against my core again, harder this time, the pressure pushing the vibrator deeper, his breath hot against my ear. “That’s it. Come for me. Soak through that pretty dress while everyone
watches.”
His words pushed me higher. I could feel the wetness between my thighs, could feel myself clenching rhythmically around the vibrator as the orgasm consumed me. His cock pressed against me, hard and insistent, the only barrier between us the thin fabric of our clothes.
“You’re mine,” he breathed, his voice rough with barely contained desire, his hips still moving against mine. “This body, these perfect little sounds you make, this wet heat, all mine.”
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The final wave hit and I let out a gasp that was too loud, too telling. Several heads turned our way, eyes curious, wondering, knowing.
He held me through it, one hand gripping my ass, pressing me against his hardness, the other tangled in my hair, his cock grinding against my core as my body shuddered with aftershocks.
When it finally ended, when the last tremor faded, I stood there in his arms, flushed and mortified.
Suddenly, he pulled me even closer, his lips at my ear.
“That was quite a show, pretty doll.” His voice held dark satisfaction, mocking. “Did you enjoy coming on my cock while the entire Mafia watched?”
Shame burned my cheeks. My legs felt weak. My thighs were slick. Everyone was staring. I was too embarrassed to face them.
I broke free from his hold and ran.
Straight out of the hall, away from the music, away from the knowing stares, away from him and the smug satisfaction in his voice, away from the evidence of what he’d just done to me in front of everyone.
Moments later, I stumbled into my room, slamming the door behind me.
My face burned. My body still vibrated with aftershocks, tingling, sensitive, alive in ways that made me want to scream. Everything flashed through my mind. The dance. The eyes watching. The sounds I’d
made.
I’d come in front of the entire Mafia community.
Because of Dante and his sick need for control.
Shame washed over me, hot and suffocating. Had they heard me? Had they known exactly what was happening?
Of course they had. Dante had made sure of it.
My body still hummed with pleasure, still wet, still aching. The vibrator continued its relentless pulse inside me, a reminder of his control.
I reached under my dress, fingers trembling, slid my panties off, and tossed them aside.
I collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard.
Dante’s warning echoed in my head. Don’t take it out.
“To hell with him and his rules,” I muttered.
I spread my legs. My core was still tingling, oversensitive, the vibrator creating sensations that bordered on too much. I was still slick, still swollen from the orgasm.
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I reached between my thighs, fingers sliding through the wetness, and found the base of the vibrator. Slowly, carefully, I began to pull it out of myself. The sensation made me gasp, made my thighs clench. It slid out inch by inch, slick and warm.
The door opened.
“Pretty doll.” Dante’s voice filled the room, low and possessive. “You just don’t know when to quit, do you?
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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.
