Undressed By The Mafia God Chapter 38: I Have Never Had To

He looked amused. "I have never had to, Bambola," he replied smoothly.

"Till now," she countered, her cheeks flushed. "You never t a woman who would say no to you."

His lips tipped in amusent. He knew exactly what she was doing. He also knew why. And he also knew, it was dangerous. "If you want , Bambola, all you have to do is ask," he said calmly. "I would be right there in the blink of an eye. Your reverse psychology... it won’t work on ."

Vee felt suspended in ti, caught between stubborn pride and a body that was betraying her with every breath.

"Won’t it?" she shot back, lifting her chin despite the pulse between her legs. "I bet you wish you had your cock inside right now."

The sensation from the vibrator drew another sound from her throat. Luca shifted again, his need quite obvious.

"Never denied that," he said.

She smiled then. "You want to fuck this tight pussy."

"I’ll be the judge of how tight you are, Bambola."

"Oh, its tight believe ," she scoffed, breath hitching anyway. "You act all noble and shit, but all you really want is having trapped like this, fucking like this while I beg you to stop."

Luca scrubbed a hand over his face. "How long does it fucking take for you to cum?"

"You want . You’re obsessed with . I think, in your psychotic twisted way, you love !" Vee challenged him.

His jaw tightened, a muscle ticking near his temple, and then the restraint he had been clinging to snapped clean in two.

Luca sprung to his feet. "Fuck this!" he unbuckled his pants hurriedly, standing right in front of her. "Keep talking, Bambola and I will fuck you whether you are ready or not."

The threat vibrated in the air. Vee should have been terrified. Part of her was. Another part, the reckless, furious part refused to bow.

"I don’t think you will." She raised her eyes to et his. "Not because you do not have the power to but because you believe it will make you a lesser man."

She saw him clearly and wasn’t afraid to na his limits.

"Is that so?"

Vee swallowed, her throat dry, but she didn’t look away. If she was going to fall, she would fall standing.

"let my sister go, Luca and I will let you fuck ."

Luca chuckled then. "God, you are good! No deal."

He unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock, fisting it in his hands.

The sight sent Vee into a frenzy, she moved the vibrator faster to the rhythm of Luca stroking himself.

She shut her eyes, chasing her own orgasm but Luca was there, lifting her chin up. "You wanted to watch. Watch!"

Her eyes flew open, eting his dark, feral stare.

She realized then that this mont would divide her life into before and after. Before she understood the cost of catching Luca Genovese’s attention. After she learned how deeply it could carve into her, whether she surrendered or not.

He was closer now, she could see him, feel his need, feel his torture. His hand worked faster just as she reached her climax. She let out a loud moan, and without thinking, he kissed her hard just as his own cock twitched and his orgasm hit. He grunted in her mouth, his knees buckling at the sa ti the vibrator dropped from her fingers to the floor.

Luca pulled away, locking his gaze on hers. This was madness. Whatever was happening to him at that mont was madness. The most dangerous thing a mafia God could do was have a weakness and this infuriating woman in front of him was quickly becoming his.

The realization hit him harder than the release had. Hunger he understood. Hunger could be fed, controlled, redirected. This was the disorienting fear that soone had slipped past his armor and was now standing inside his chest, rearranging things without permission.

Quickly, he pulled his cock back into his pants, and released the rest of her bindings. The tal cuffs clicked open. Vee’s legs couldn’t carry her anymore so she slid off the bench but he was there in an instant, holding on to her. "I got you," he murmured.

Vee sagged against him, her forehead resting briefly against his chest. Her body was still humming, oversensitive.

"Let her go, please," she muttered weakly.

"I can’t. I wish I could." he said.

She let out a breath that sounded like a sob.

"It’s the only way I can give myself to you, Luca," she said, more to convince herself than him.

He sighed, lifted her into his arms, picked up her coat, draping it over her body. He picked up his shirt and jacket earlier discarded, holding them in his fingers and walked out with her still in his arms, her fingers on his chest.

The hallway felt longer on the way out. The sounds changed too. Less moans, more murmurs. Luca felt her warmth as he walked. Real. Still trembling.

He held her close, afraid she might break even further even when she had just been the strongest and stubbornest woman he had ever experienced in his entire life. The woman was sothing. A storm. A mouth that could undo the most powerful n. A spine made of pure refusal.

Just as they got to the down floor, Bastardi approached him, his gaze flicking imdiately to the woman in Luca’s arms. "The virgin girl...Is she still available?"

Luca felt Veronica stiffen in his arms, her body going rigid. His jaw locked.

"Not now, Bastardi. Not now. Call Marco for information."

The dismissal was final. Bastardi scowled, wanted to argue, thought better of it, and gave a thin smile that didn’t reach his eyes. Luca turned and kept walking.

He strolled out of the house, heading to the garage. Luca lowered her gently into the back seat, making sure her feet were steady before stepping away.

"You okay?" he asked.

She nodded.