Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133: I Didn’t Want Her

Because she was right.

He had bound her with loyalty and jealousy, wrapped her in an arrangement that demanded everything from her and excused everything from him.

Behind him, Vee’s breathing grew uneven. The tears she had fought finally slipped free.

"I didn’t want her," he said quietly. The arrogance was gone now. "I wanted you."

But she stood there shaking, realizing that the power she held in this moment did not erase the imbalance between them.

"Bambola, do what you have to do." Luca said.

"I want to make you suffer as much as I am suffering, Luca. But this... I’m not cut out for this..."

The paddle slipped from her fingers and hit the floor with a flat, defeated sound.

She was shaking.

"You’re weak!" Luca said, pushing himself up from the bowed position back onto his knees.

"Excuse me?"

He lifted his chin, wrists still bound behind him, eyes dark and intense. He wanted her fury back. He needed it. Anger meant engagement. Anger meant she still cared enough to fight. "You heard me. I fucked my wife when I have you, a wife I feel nothing for, a wife I do not love and hey... it was a good fuck. A fuck is a fuck right. But she is my wife and it will happen again and again and again. So if this is how you want to punish me for fucking my wife! Let it out! Use your fucking toys!"

He knew exactly where to press. Exactly which wound to reopen. He was provoking. Throwing gasoline over the embers, hoping the blaze would burn through her pain and leave only clarity behind.

But Vee felt understanding in that moment. He was trying to force her to accept his terms the only way he knew how, through violence, shock, extreme.

He wanted her angry not heartbroken but one didn’t come without the other.

Luca was a psychopath, she knew that, she understood that. Pain was his pleasure.

Nothing she had planned would penetrate that armor.

She was in love with a man who did not flinch from suffering. A man who could compartmentalize sex from love. A man who would endure bleeding if it meant keeping her.

Nothing physical would register.

So she dropped the performance entirely.

If she wanted to hurt him, truly hurt him, she would not strike his body.

She would strike his obsession.

And then she went for the jugular.

She moved behind him again, lowering herself to her knees. Her breath brushed against the back of his neck, warm, intimate, intentional. She made sure he felt it.

"You’re right! Its only fair. I cannot ask you not to make love to your wife..."

"I didn’t say anything about making love..." he argued quickly, jaw tightening.

"But I also have a choice. See, Luca, you do not realise that we can both be mad. I mean, there is no monopoly to madness. So, I am going to leave you here, tied up, on your knees and I am going to dress up... go out there and have a random man fuck me. I don’t care if he will be dead by morning. I got fucked anyways."

"Vee!" he shouted in alarm.

She felt it ripple through his body. The subtle tightening of his shoulders. The way his breathing shifted, no longer controlled but jagged at the edges.

"I’m going to suck his fucking cock until he is delirious. I’m going to cum a good number of times, have him take me again and again and again."

Vee rolled her eyes slowly. The great Luca, the man who claimed he would rather die, had folded the second the blade turned toward him. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

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