Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 180

Chapter 180: Jesus Fucking Christ

He groaned torturously. "Bambola..." he murmured, pushing her head gently, urging her to just take him already before he embarrassed himself and spilled too soon.

Her lips closed around him, sliding down, hitting the back of her throat. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Fuck!!!" he grunted, his cock pulsing, swelling even harder with every inch she took. Vee continued her teasing torture, her head bobbing with rhythm and purpose, as if she wanted to swallow all of him, making the tension between them unbearable and intoxicating.

"Jesus fucking Christ!!!" he gasped, his body taut with the tension of impending release. "Damn, girl!"

Her tongue lay flat against him as she pulled back with a satisfying pop, teasing him, making him ache for more.

"God, no!" he growled, pushing her head back down, a shiver of reckless joy running through him as she took him in again. The heat of anticipation coiled tight in his stomach, threatening to shatter restraint, and he felt his balls squeeze with every movement.

His fingers fisted her hair, holding her head steady, his grip demanding, guiding her. "I’m cumming, love," he warned. With one final, guttural grunt, he drove himself deep, spilling inside her just as she had requested.

Vee gagged against him, his cum spilling from the corner of her lips, her breath uneven as she tried to steady herself. "God! Fuck! God! Shit! Fucking Christ!" he cursed, throwing his head back, his entire body shuddering from the force of it. His cock slipped from her mouth, spent but still semi-hard, twitching faintly as the aftershocks rolled through him.

He let out a breathless, disbelieving chuckle, shaking his head slightly. "You just get better and better," he murmured.

He shifted down slowly until he was eye level with her, his gaze locking onto hers with a dark, lingering intensity. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a handkerchief and wiped her mouth, his thumb brushing her lip afterward.

Vee shifted slightly in his arms, careful despite her weakness, curling further against his chest. She felt pride in that moment with him. Pride in herself, pride in him, pride in them. In whatever twisted, dangerous thing they were becoming together.

"God, I cannot wait to fuck you," Luca said.

She let out a soft breath. "Me neither," she admitted. "I missed you."

Luca adjusted his hold on her. "Come, love," he murmured. "I’ll get you to the car. Marco will drive you."

He shuffled off the bed, pulling his pants up. He carried her through the courtyard, his steps betraying none of the agony clawing at his back with every movement.

"Doesn’t it still hurt?" Vee asked. She couldn’t unsee it—the lashes, the blood, the way his body had been broken earlier.

Luca glanced down at her, a faint smirk tugging at his lips despite the strain in his eyes. "It does," he admitted. "But it still won’t keep me from my duties, love."

She rolled her eyes faintly. "You’re so cheesy."

"I suppose I am," he chuckled softly.

Above them, the Don stood on the balcony of his suite.

He watched in silence. Watched the way Luca carried her. Watched the way the girl leaned into him.

And it terrified him.

The Don’s jaw tightened, his grip firm against the balcony railing as a memory surfaced uninvited—himself, years ago, looking at a woman the same way. Loving her the same reckless, consuming way. Believing, foolishly, that love could exist in a world built on power and fear.

It had cost him everything.

And now... Luca stood at the edge of that same ruin, smiling, not yet in full understanding of the price.

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