ログインGianna's POVHis head snapped toward me, his eyes widening. "Gianna, don't you dare..."But I was already stepping inside, slamming the door behind me and wedging it shut."Gianna!" He was at the door instantly, pounding on it. "Open this door. Now. You can't touch yourself. Gianna, I'm warning you, I'll break it down..."I bit back a smile, leaning against the door, my body still throbbing with need. I wasn't actually going to touch myself, but he didn't need to know that.I let out a loud, exaggerated moan, high-pitched and breathy. "Oh... yes... oh that feels so good... my fingers feel so good...""Gianna..." His voice was strained, desperate. "Open the door. Right now."I moaned louder, dragging it out. "Oh... yes... right there... I'm rubbing my clit... thinking about your cock... I'm so close...""Damn it!" He pounded on the door again, harder this time. "Gianna, stop. I'm not joking. Open this door or I'll...""Oh... oh yes... I'm sliding my fingers inside... pretending they're
Gianna's POVHe strode toward the bedroom, his movements quick and determined.When we reached the door, he used his leg to slam it shut behind us, the sound reverberating through the room.He carried me to the bed and sat down, still holding me draped over his lap. I tried to push myself up, my hands pressing against his thigh."What are you...""Shh." His hand pressed against the small of my back, firm and commanding, silencing me instantly. "You're going to be quiet now, Gianna. And you're going to take what I give you."My breath caught as his other hand slid up the back of my thigh, pushing the hem of my dress higher, exposing more skin."Dante..." My voice came out breathless, uncertain.He lifted the dress completely, bunching it around my waist, then hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slowly dragged them down over my ass, down my thighs, until they fell to my ankles.Cool air hit my bare skin, and I shivered, my body already responding to his touch, to the
Gianna's POVBruno stopped at the living room doors. His hand rested on the handle for a moment before he turned to look at me."Gianna, you go in. Mira and I will head upstairs."I understood immediately. They didn't want to face Dante's anger. And why should they? This was all my idea. I was the one who convinced Mira to sneak out. I was the one who turned off my phone. I was the one who decided we needed a taste of freedom.I nodded, meeting Mira's gaze. "I'm glad you had fun."Mira touched my arm briefly. "Thanks, Gia."Bruno pushed the door open, holding it for me.Dante was inside. His back was turned to the windows, shoulders broad, legs apart, like he'd planted himself there and hadn't moved in hours.I stepped inside. The door closed behind me.He turned around slowly. His face was etched with anger, every line drawn tight, his mouth pressed into a thin line."Do you want to tell me what the hell you were thinking?""Dante, I..."Before I could finish, he cut me off. "Do you
Gianna's POVNiccolò stood in front of me, hands in his pockets, that confident smile playing at his lips.A group of guys stood behind him, clearly his friends, all watching me with varying degrees of interest."Gia, it's good to see you. Though, I didn't think I'd see you here." He stepped closer. "Does your husband know you're out?"I straightened. "I'm here with Mira. She needed a night out.""That doesn't answer my question." His smile widened. "I'm guessing he doesn't. I thought you'd be home playing the perfect mafia wife.""I don't have to explain myself to you.""Fair enough." He gestured to the seat beside me. "Can I sit?"I wanted to say no, walk away, find Mira, and leave right then. But refusing him would show fear, and I couldn't give him that."Do what you want."He settled in next to me, too close for comfort. One of his friends handed him a beer, and he took a long drink before turning back to me."Want one?""No."He shrugged and held it out anyway. "Come on. One bee
Gianna's POVI sat across from Mira, watching her stir her latte with unnecessary vigor, the spoon clinking against the cup in an anxious rhythm.Through the window, I could see Bruno leaning against the black SUV, his arms crossed, his eyes scanning the street with that perpetual vigilance that never seemed to switch off."I've been invited to this party." Mira still wouldn't meet my eyes. "But I'm not sure I should go."I set down my cup. "What kind of party?""Just... a college party. You know, the kind normal students go to." Her laugh came out nervous, brittle. "Music, dancing, probably terrible beer. Nothing fancy. But I don't know if I'll fit in, you know?""Mira." I reached across the table to hold her hand. "I think you should go."Her head snapped up, surprise written across her features."Yes, really. You should absolutely go. It would help you get your mind off everything that's been happening." I paused, choosing my words carefully. "Especially with you and Bruno."She fr
Dante's POVShe tried again, and this time, when I blocked, I pulled her forward, spinning her around and pinning her arms to her sides, her back against my chest. "See? Weak.""That's because you're cheating," she protested, but she was pressing back into me, her head tilting to give me access to her neck."This isn't cheating. This is showing you what a real attacker would do." I spoke directly into her ear, feeling her shiver. "You need to be prepared for anything.""Anything?" She turned her head slightly, her lips almost brushing my jaw.I released her abruptly, putting distance between us again. "Yes. Anything. Now, let's work on blocks."We continued, but the lesson quickly devolved into something else entirely. Every time I demonstrated a move, she found a way to turn it into an opportunity to press against me, to run her hands along my arms, my chest, my shoulders under the guise of "learning the motion.""You need to keep your core tight," I instructed, placing my hand on he
Dante's POV Love. A word I had not thought about in years. A concept I had buried alongside Esme. An emotion I had convinced myself I was incapable of feeling again. Gianna looked up at me from across the table, and for a second it felt like everything around us faded. A charged moment passed
Dante's POV"Come in."The door opened slowly. Bruno stepped inside, shoulders tense, eyes heavy with guilt. He closed the door behind him and lingered near it, like a man waiting for judgment."Boss," he started, voice low. "I heard about Gianna trying to escape. I came as soon as I got your messa
Dante's POV The moment her hand moved, I lunged. I didn’t waste a second or stop to consider the consequences. My protective instinct rose so fast it drowned everything else out, and all that mattered was reaching her, stopping her, closing the space between us in a heartbeat. I grabbed her wrist
Gianna's POV Dante grabbed my wrist, yanking my hand away from his face. "Don't," his voice was rough. "Don't say forgive." A bitter, broken laugh slipped out. He stepped back, running both hands through his hair. "In this world, there’s no forgiveness. It’s blood for blood. Your father knew th







