Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 105

Chapter 105: Only Way Out Is Death

She giggled softly.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked. The dominant in him wanted to revel. The man in him needed to know.

"Yes," she admitted, holding his gaze. "But it was a good kind of hurt."

He searched her eyes for regret. There was none. Only exhaustion.

"You’re a good girl, love," he said, brushing his thumb over her lower lip. "You took me like a badass."

He chuckled softly, but there was pride in it. Pride in her strength. In her surrender. In the way she had trusted him with her pain and let him push her to the edge of herself.

She turned slightly toward him.

"I love you," she whispered.

"And I’m obsessed with you, pizza girl." His mouth came down on hers. His tongue pushed into her mouth, deeper, tangling with hers.

He pulled back just enough to look at her. "Can you take me again?"

Vee nodded, breath already uneven.

His hand came down sharply against her ass. The sting shot through her and she yelped instinctively.

"Yes!" she corrected quickly.

He studied her face. "You’re sore. Don’t lie." He knew her body. He knew what he had done to it.

She smiled anyway, lips swollen from his kisses, eyes still heavy with afterglow. "Yes, I am," she admitted. "But I do want to feel you inside me over and over again."

A proud smile curved across his face in approval. He shifted closer, sliding one hand under her thigh and lifting her leg over his hip. The movement opened her again, exposed her to him in a way that felt intimate rather than brutal this time.

He positioned himself carefully.

When he entered her, it was nothing like before.

This time he pushed in slowly, watching her face as he did. She was still wet from earlier, her body pliant and welcoming despite the soreness she tried to ignore. The lubrication made it easier, but not effortless.

Vee held his gaze as he pressed deeper, her fingers instinctively digging into his arm. The first stretch sent a sharp sting through her. She hadn’t realized just how tender she was until he began to fill her again.

He paused halfway in, jaw tightening as he felt the way her body clenched around him.

"You feel so good, Bambola," he grunted. "Your pussy is so goddamned tight."

He felt the tremor in her thighs, the way her nails bit into his skin, the way her breathing faltered before evening out again.

He pushed the rest of the way in slowly, stretching her inch by inch.

Her lips parted on a sharp inhale. The soreness burned.

"More, Luca," she whispered.

Each thrust was measured so accurately that she felt every glide of him inside her.

Her hands slid from his arm to his shoulders, pulling him closer.

He leaned down, pressing his forehead to hers as he moved.

"You’re so fucking gorgeous when I’m inside you," he muttered.

She arched into him despite the soreness, chasing the rhythm he set. Each thrust reignited the ache between her legs. Her body responded again, betraying the tenderness with renewed wetness.

He felt it.

His hand slid down to her hip, gripping it firmly as he increased the pace just slightly, testing her limits. The sound of skin against skin grew louder, more urgent. Her breaths turned into broken syllables, small cries escaping without her permission. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

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