Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118: You’re So Tense

When her fingers brushed against his arousal beneath the warmth, her pulse quickened.

Satisfaction flickered quietly across her face. Even exhausted. Even burdened. His body responded.

He still wanted her.

She let her touch linger just enough to confirm it before continuing the careful wash of his thighs.

In her mind, a single thought bloomed with fierce certainty.

Fuck the New York girl.

No matter what happened across oceans, no matter what temptations brushed against him in foreign cities, he returned here.

To Vienna.

To this house.

To her.

"You’re so tense, Luciano. You should relax. You’re home now. With me." She let the loofah slip from her fingers, abandoning pretense, and allowed her hands to glide through the water toward his cock. Her touch was no longer cautious. She traced his cock slowly, teasing, reminding him that beneath the weight of legacy and violence, he was still a man with a body that should answer to her.

She leaned closer, her hair brushing his shoulder, her breath warm against his skin.

Luca allowed himself to feel it. The heat. The softness. The simplicity of surrendering to the moment.

Then the tension returned.

"Go dress up for dinner," he said abruptly, sitting up in the bath. Water cascaded down his chest as he shifted, breaking the spell as cleanly as a snapped thread. "I’m famished."

"Of course." She lowered her head and kissed him hard, lips pressing against his with urgency that bordered on desperation. A reminder that she was here. That she was willing. That she was his.

When she pulled away, she rose gracefully from her kneeling position and walked out of the bathroom with careful poise.

Luca watched her go.

The curve of her hips. The silent pride in her stride. The devotion he could neither fully embrace nor reject.

He dragged a hand through his damp hair and exhaled sharply. "Well, fuck," he muttered under his breath. He sank back into the bath, staring at the ceiling as steam curled upward. He would have to buy Veronica the moon in exchange for this.

*****

Meanwhile, across an ocean, New York breathed differently.

Veronica sat in the shop.

Luca had sent a text when he landed.

’Arrived.’ 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

That was all.

She understood the rules. He had explained it to her in detail.

"You’ll barely hear from me," he had warned.

Phones could be tapped. Conversations could be monitored. Walls could grow ears if the wrong technician was paid enough.

Luca had drilled it into her patiently, repeatedly. Sensitive conversations must be had in a controlled environment.

"Arent you leaving yet?" Rosa asked, wiping her hands on a towel as she eyed Veronica with mild surprise.

It was past her closing time. There were still no walk in customers and Tony was in charge of delivery. There was no need for her to still be there.

"Uh... uhm... soon," Veronica replied, snapping back from wherever her mind had drifted. "Rosa? A minute?"

Rosa raised a brow but leaned her hip against the counter, giving her full attention.

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