Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 114

Chapter 114: She Is My Wife

His hand came up, fingers wrapping around her jaw. His thumb pressed into the soft curve beneath her ear, tilting her face upward so she had no choice but to look at him.

"You fuck anyone else," he said, "I’m setting us both on fire. Don’t test me."

Her lips curved. "You wanna say that again," she murmured, "and imagine it coming from my mouth?"

His fingers tightened.

The thought hit him. Someone else’s hands on her. Someone else’s mouth.

It cut deeper than he had expected.

"Vee...I can’t... I can’t get out of it. I cannot avoid it. She is my wife."

"Then you shouldn’t have bothered with me in the first place," she shot back immediately. The heat in her eyes was hurt laid bare. "We are trapped with each other. You fuck someone else, I fuck someone else."

"Tell me," Luca said suddenly, stepping back just enough to create space before delivering the blow he knew would wound, "which one of us paid fucking ten million for the other?"

Her eyes went cold.

Then her hand moved.

The crack of her palm against his face echoed in the room.

It snapped his head to the side.

"Get the hell away from me, you fucking asshole."

Luca slowly turned his face back toward her. "I’m not leaving until we sort this out," Luca said.

Veronica tried to shove past him anyway.

She hit him in the chest, once, twice, again, her fists striking the hard wall of muscle beneath his shirt. "Let me go! Let me go!"

He caught her wrists mid-swing. His fingers wrapped around them firmly. She struggled, dark blonde hair falling across her face in disarray.

"Vee," he said, turning her around so her back was to him, pulling her against his chest. "I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. It was stupid. I’m sorry."

"Let go of me!" she demanded again, her body tense in his hold.

"I can’t."

He bent his head, pressing his mouth to the curve of her neck. His lips lingered against her skin, warm against the pulse beating there.

"I’m sorry," he murmured again, another kiss just below her ear. "I’m sorry, babe."

He repeated it, each word brushing against her skin with heat. The anger that had coiled between them began to unravel slowly, thread by thread. Her fists, once rigid, started to lose their fight. Her shoulders sagged, exhaustion replacing fury.

"You can’t take what you dish, can you?" she said finally. "And then every time you throw the fact that you bought me right at my face."

He released her hands and gently swept her hair back from her face, exposing her neck again. "I can’t have anyone else touch you, Vee," he said. "I can’t." His lips moved over her skin again. "If I could get out of this marriage, I would," he continued. "But I can’t."

His hand slid beneath the hem of her shirt, palm flattening against the warmth of her stomach first, fingers splaying there. He moved slowly. His touch traveled upward until he found the curve of her breast beneath the fabric.

"All I can think about is you," he said. "You’ve become the reason I breathe. Bambola..." he breathed.

"Luca... don’t." She reached for his hands where they held her breasts, fingers curling around his wrists. "You can’t do this to me and fly away to..."

"Please... forgive me for every sin. The ones I have committed and the ones I will commit. If I had met you a year ago, I’d marry you in a heartbeat."

His fingers moved down her torso impatiently, skimming her waist, catching the button of her jeans. He undid it. The zipper followed in a soft, treacherous sound that seemed louder than it was.

"Luca..." She struggled again.

"Don’t deny me." His mouth brushed the shell of her ear. "I’ve wanted you all day. I can’t take days away without being inside you." He slid his hand inside her jeans and stilled. "You’ve wanted me too." His fingers found warmth and readiness that betrayed her protests. She was his.

Her breath hitched, then broke into a soft, helpless sound that trembled through her. The moan slipped out, confirming everything he had already known.

He exhaled slowly against her neck. "You feel what I feel," he murmured.

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