Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 103

Chapter 103: Forgot About Those Ones

The blindfold changed everything. Without sight, every breath he took felt closer.

He kissed her neck. The scrape of his teeth made her fingers curl. He unbuttoned her dress one button at a time, drawing out the anticipation until it throbbed beneath her skin. When he pushed the fabric down her arms, it pooled at her feet.

The unclasping of her bra felt louder than it should have. The garment fell away.

Then his hands followed.

He cupped her breasts, weighing them, thumbs grazing over her nipples just enough to make them tighten. When he pinched one peak between his fingers, a tremor ran through her body.

Vee bit her lip to swallow the sound building in her throat. Her restraint cracked into a shaky breath as his mouth replaced his fingers. He circled the areola with his tongue, then sucked lightly before releasing her.

The pause was cruel.

She strained toward him instinctively, seeking more, but he stepped back. She heard a faint metallic clink. Her pulse spiked.

"Stay still," he instructed.

The first clamp brushed her nipple before closing around it. The sudden pressure made her gasp, back arching sharply.

He adjusted it slightly, watching her body respond. The second clamp followed, equalizing the sensation.

Vee’s breathing turned ragged. Each small movement tugged at the delicate skin, sending sparks down her spine.

Luca stepped back to admire the sight. Her breasts lifted and exposed, nipples darkened and trapped in silver. He moved closer again, sliding a finger lightly down her sternum, over her stomach, lower. Every brush of his knuckles made the clamps shift, and each shift drew another fragile sound from her lips. "How does it feel?" he asked quietly.

"Intense," she whispered. "Good. Too much. I don’t know."

He smiled against her shoulder. He let his hands roam, mapping her body. When he kissed her again, her moan escaped freely. He lifted her again, and laid her back against the sheets. Then stripped away the last of her clothes. Fabric slid down her hips and off her legs until there was nothing between her skin and the air. He went to the dresser.

The shibari ropes came next.

He knelt at the edge of the bed and lifted one of her ankles, testing the flexibility of her leg before guiding it outward. The rope wrapped snugly around her ankle, then secured to the opposite side of the bedframe. He repeated the process with the other leg, spreading her wider, opening her.

The position left her exposed in a way that made her stomach flutter.

She inhaled slowly, feeling the stretch in her thighs.

He stepped back to look at her.

Every part of her offered without being forced.

He stripped out of his own clothes, tossing them aside, then returned to the bed. This time, he lowered himself between her legs slowly, his presence announced by the heat of his body and the brush of his hands against her thighs.

When his mouth pressed against her clit, she sucked in a sharp breath.

He kissed her. The scrape of his stubble sent sparks through her nerves.

She felt seen.

His fingers inside her, finding her center, circling gently before narrowing their attention to her g spot. Her hips jerked instinctively against the ropes.

He replaced his fingers with his mouth, and the sudden warmth made her gasp.

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