Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 139

Chapter 139: I’m Helplessly Crazy

She leaned slightly toward him. "Are you nervous about going out to dinner? I remember you said you hadn’t been on a date since high school."

He blinked at her, then shook his head. "No...no...it’s not that. I want to at least pretend tonight. Be a normal, respectful man. Someone who deserves you. It’s just... I’m mad, Vee. I’m helplessly crazy. Because the only thing I am currently thinking of doing to you right now is fucking you. That’s it."

Vee let out a soft chuckle. The honesty in his admission was intoxicating. "Would it help if I said I was thinking that too?" she asked.

His head snapped toward her slightly, eyes blazing with frustration. "Well, fuck no! It’s not helping. I..." He let out a sharp sigh, as if he was struggling to rein in the storm inside him. "Fuck! I love fucking you, don’t get me wrong. It’s the best part of my life, but...I want to be more. I want...I want to love you."

Her pulse quickened. His vulnerability, usually hidden behind the layers of authority, obsession, and danger, made her heart tighten. She glanced at Marco first, who was expertly focused on driving, hands steady on the wheel, eyes forward.

Without a second thought, she slid across, moving into Luca’s lap, her body pressing flush against his, the hardness of his cock immediately searing through her dress and into her skin. The contact was electric. His hands went immediately to her waist, gripping just enough to hold her steady, yet leaving room for the fire they both knew was inevitable.

Her chest pressed against his. She could feel the rapid thump of his pulse through the hard line of his body, and a thrill ran through her that made her teeth ache with suppressed desire.

"I’m trying," he murmured. His fingers slid lightly along her back, tracing the lace of her dress, teasing, holding, restraining. "I’m trying to be normal, Vee. I want to earn...everything with you. I want to be the man you deserve."

"Shhhh..." Vee shut him up with a finger pressed softly against his lips. The gesture was gentle, but the look in her eyes was anything but. There was heat there—dangerous, reckless heat that Luca knew very well. "There is nothing normal about us, Luca," she murmured. "Maybe don’t try too hard and just feel... let yourself feel, my love." She leaned forward and kissed him.

Slow.

Soft.

Not the desperate kind of kiss they often fell into when things spiraled out of control between them.

He held her close, one hand sliding to the back of her neck. "You want me to fuck you?" he asked bluntly. Luca had never been a man for poetic language. Subtlety had never really been his strength.

Vee simply nodded.

"Your words..." he groaned, rubbing a hand down his face in exaggerated frustration. "Bambola!"

"Yes," she said again.

"Here?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Now?" he confirmed, searching her face.

"Yes, Luca."

The certainty in her voice snapped the last thread of restraint he had been clinging to.

He pulled her firmly against him.

"Marco?" Luca called without looking away from her.

"Understood, boss," Marco replied.

There was a faint sound of the car slowing as Marco guided the vehicle toward the curb. The man had the remarkable ability to sound both completely professional and deeply unimpressed at the same time.

Luca kissed her again—this time harder, the restraint gone from it.

Marco finally parked and stepped out of the car without another word, closing the door with the discretion of a man who had clearly done this before, a lot of times. He leaned casually against the hood, arms crossed, scanning the street.

Vee’s fingers moved quickly to Luca’s belt, working it open with a kind of impatient confidence that made him laugh under his breath.

"You’re trouble," he muttered.

"I know."

The moment his cock was free, she adjusted herself, letting her body sink down against him.

A soft cry slipped from her lips.

Filled with pure, unfiltered pleasure.

Luca’s hands gripped her hips automatically, his head falling back against the seat for a second as a low breath escaped him.

"Madonna..." he muttered. Luca kept his eyes on her, studying every shift in her expression. The beauty in her face, the pleasure trembling in her voice, the restless writhing of her body against his—it was all intoxicating.

His hands rested firmly on her hips, guiding her rhythm, helping her move against him in the cramped space of the backseat.

"God, I love this!" she moaned.

A proud smirk tugged at Luca’s mouth. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Of course she did.

His sweet Vee—his sharp-tongued, impossible Veronica—was a wild one. He had known it from the moment he met her. She carried fire in her bones and temptation in every glance.

And he knew exactly how she liked to be touched.

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