Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 202

Chapter 202: Now Let The Anger Go

Julian watched her carefully, reading every flicker of emotion across her face. "Good," he said, nodding once. "Now let the anger go."

"Let it go?" she repeated.

"Yes," he said simply. "Because anger will only earn you mistakes."

Bianca slowly exhaled, her shoulders loosening under his grip. Her eyes fluttered shut, lashes brushing softly against her skin as she drew in a deeper breath this time, then another.

The room seemed to settle with her. "I know what to do," she said finally. Julian’s lips curved into a satisfied smile.

"There you are," he murmured, his hands still resting on her shoulders. His gaze lingered on her face before drifting downward, unconsciously, to her lips. "You look beautiful," he added.

Bianca’s eyes opened. "I’m not even dressed yet, Julian," she said, glancing down at the robe loosely tied around her waist, one shoulder slipping just slightly as she shifted.

"I look beyond the clothes," he replied. "Beyond the jewelry. Beyond the makeup." His gaze lifted back to hers. "I look at you."

She wasn’t naive. She knew exactly what that look meant. "Julian..." she whispered.

Julian stilled, his gaze locking onto hers. "I wonder..." he murmured, "if my brother knew how hard you are fighting for him, would it change anything?" His hand lifted unconsciously, brushing a loose strand of hair away from her face. "Would he finally see it for what it truly is?" he continued, watching her closely. "The purest kind of devotion."

Bianca let out a quiet breath, her lips parting slightly. "I guess not," she said. She turned her head slightly, to pull away, to end whatever this moment was trying to become. She didn’t get the chance.

Julian moved faster than she expected. His hand slid to the back of her neck, firm enough to stop her retreat, and then his mouth was on hers—sudden, consuming. He took, he assumed, tested the limits just to see where they broke.

She didn’t push him away. That was the part that surprised him. More than anything. Her fingers curled slightly against his shirt instead of shoving him back. Her body did not recoil. It leaned, just barely, just enough to turn resistance into participation.

If she was giving even an inch, he would take everything. His grip tightened slightly, angling her closer as his kiss deepened, reckless, intentional. There was a hunger there, one he had buried. And now that it had found an opening, it surged forward.

He wondered, distantly, if she had been drinking. Because this wasn’t like her. She had drawn that line so clearly before, had asserted how untouchable she was when it came to him. And now? Now she was kissing him back. His hand dropped to her waist, fingers brushing against the silk of her robe before slipping beneath it, meeting the warmth of her bare skin.

His cock responded faster than the speed of light. He pulled her closer. And then she pulled away.

"Julian, you have got to stop doing that!" She pulled the robe tightly over her body again, fingers moving quickly, efficiently, reclaiming territory that had briefly been compromised.

Julian exhaled, he considered pushing again. But Bianca was already moving on.

"I have to call Cassidy," she said quickly, redirecting both of them before the moment could linger long enough to become inconvenient. She turned toward the dresser, her reflection catching her eye before she reached for her phone.

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