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Chapter 146: You Make Me Want Things. Need Things
DANTE’S POV
I knew Gianna was jealous. She needed reassurance after Augusto’s stunt and overhearing Selene. And I was going to give her all the reassurance she needed because I did not want her to think I was just marrying her for her body. What I felt for her was deeper and stronger, even if I had not confessed it to her yet.
I had no plans of taking a mistress or being with another woman. If that was what I wanted, I would have done it months ago. But her threatening to cheat on me with another man, the thought alone stirred a dark, possessive side I could not control.
“Gianna, do not push it.” My voice came out low and dangerous. “If what I wanted was to be with another woman, I never would have asked you to marry me.”
“The only reason you want to marry me is to get revenge on my father.” Her voice cracked. “Do not make this into some noble emotion of love.”
She was right. But what she did not understand was that my feelings for her had developed beyond revenge. Revenge was a part of it, but it was not the whole reason anymore.
“I have not killed you.” I stepped closer, my voice dropping “That would have been the perfect revenge, as it was stated today. If I wanted a fleet of women, I could have them and you would not stop me. I do not need to marry you for that.”
I paused, letting the words sink in. “And just so you know, all this time, there has been no one else.”
Her face changed. Shock, then belief, flashed in her eyes. “So you’re saying…”
“I have not been with any woman since I bought you that night at the auction.” The confession left my lips raw and honest. ” Marriage has always meant honesty and loyalty to me.”
My eyes flashed with anger at the memory of her earlier threat. “Gianna, do not you even think of being with any other man.”
My mind conjured images of her dancing with Niccolo. His hands on her waist. Her body pressed against his. The image alone made me want to destroy something
I moved fast, slamming her back against the wall. My hands caged hers above her head, pinning her in place. Her chest heaved against mine, her breaths coming quick and shallow.
“Do you want to be with Niccolo?” My voice came out rough, barely controlled. “Is that it? You think he’s younger and would satisfy you better than I can?”
“I did not mean…” She stuttered, her eyes wide.
“Admit it to me now.” I leaned in closer, my breath hot against her face. “And maybe I will let you run off into the sunset with
him.”
That was a lie. I was going to put a bullet in his head before sunrise.
“Of course not.” Her voice trembled. “You know I only want you, Dante.”
Her hands lifted, and I felt her fingers against my jaw. She traced the line slowly, her touch feather light.
Then her fingers moved to my beard, threading through the coarse hair. The gentle caress made my chest tighten.
“You’re the only one I think about,” she whispered. “The only one I want.”
My eyes searched her face for any hint of deception. “Prove it.”
“Look at me.” Her voice grew stronger, more certain. Her fingers continued their path, tracing my cheekbones, my lips. “Dante, I have not thought of anyone else since that night.”
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She paused, her thumb brushing across my lower lip. “At first I hated you, even though I could not help how drawn I was to you. But as you began to own me, possess me, you became all that I crave.”
“What do you crave?” I needed to hear her say it. Every word. Every confession.
“Your touch.” Her hand slid down my neck, feeling my pulse there. “Your lips.” Her eyes dropped to my mouth. “Your fingers inside me.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I want all of you, Dante De Luca. All to myself. No one else.” (1
Passion surged through me like a river breaking through a dam.
My eyes locked with hers, taking in every word, every touch, every breath. Then my gaze drifted to her lips.
Overcome with possessive need, I claimed her mouth, hungry and demanding.
My tongue pushed past her lips, tasting her, devouring her. She moaned into the kiss, and I swallowed the sound greedily.
My hand fisted in her hair, angling her head so I could deepen the kiss. Her lips were soft and yielding beneath mine, and I kissed her like I was marking her as mine.
The kiss was fire, possession, and need woven together. I poured everything I could not say into it, every dark emotion, every possessive thought, every ounce of desire burning through me.
I broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to see her face. She leaned closer, chasing my lips, her breathing uneven.
“Why are we stopping?” she breathed, her voice needy.
“I want you to tell me the real reason you ignored my order and danced with Niccolo.”
She bit her lip, her cheeks flushing. “I already told you. You left me alone.”
I reached up, drawing her lip free with my thumb. Her mouth was full and red, swollen from my kiss.
“Alone?” I already knew the answer, but I needed to hear it.
She tried to resist, her eyes darting away, but I gripped her chin, forcing her to look at me.
“Tell me the truth, Gianna.”
“Well… I was jealous,” she finally admitted, her voice small.
“Jealous?” I teased, my lips hovering near hers, making her wait. “My pretty doll was jealous?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
I kissed her cheek softly, then pulled back. “Of what?”
“Dante…” Her voice held a warning and a plea.
“Tell me.” I kissed the corner of her mouth. “What made you so jealous that you wanted to make me jealous too?”
“Seeing those women,” she confessed. “Hearing the gossip. Seeing you with Selene. I could not stand it.”
“Could not stand what?” I trailed my lips down her jaw, taking my time.
“The thought of you being with someone else,” she said breathlessly. “It made me want to scream.”
“Made you dance with another man?” I nipped at her earlobe, and she gasped.
“Yes. I wanted you to feel what I felt.”
“And what did you feel?” My mouth moved to her neck, finding her pulse. I sucked hard enough to mark her. “Angry,” she moaned. “Hurt. Possessive.”
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“Possessive?” I savored the word.
“Yes.” Her hands gripped my shoulders. “I do not want anyone else touching you. Looking at you. Having you.”
My hand found the zipper at the back of her dress. I dragged it down slowly, the sound loud in the quiet room. The fabric loosened, sliding from her shoulders, pooling at her waist.
She wore the lace bra I had chosen. I could see her nipples through the sheer fabric, already hard.
“Keep talking.” My fingers traced the edge of the bra. “Tell me more about this jealousy.”
“It makes my blood boil.” Her voice trembled as my fingers dipped lower. “I feel things I have never felt before. I try to fight it, but I cannot, and it is all your fault.”
“My fault?” I unhooked her bra with one hand, letting it fall away. Her breasts spilled free, full and perfect.
“Yes. Your fault.” She arched into me. “You make me want things. Need things.”
“What do you need?” I cupped her breast, my thumb brushing over her nipple. She cried out softly.
“You. Only you.”
I lowered my head, taking her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard. My tongue soothed the ache before moving to the other, biting gently, then soothing again.
“Dante…” She trembled, her whole body responding
I kissed down her chest, between her breasts, to her stomach. My hands pushed her dress down over her hips, and it fell to the floor in a whisper of silk. 1
She stood in only her suspenders, having removed her panties earlier. The sight made my body ache with need.
In one swift motion, I lifted her, pressing her against the wall. Her legs wrapped around my waist instinctively. Her heat pressed against me through my clothes.
“Hold on to me,” I ordered.
Her arms wrapped around my neck, her fingers digging into my shoulders. I held her with one arm while my other hand slid between her legs. She was soaked, her arousal coating my fingers as I traced her entrance. 1
“You’re already ready for me,” I murmured against her neck.
“Please,” she whimpered, her hips pressing down.
“Please what?” I teased, circling without entering.
“Touch me. I need you to touch me.” 1
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.
