Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 21

Chapter 21: A Very Good Looking Creep

"I’m not one of your office sluts, Luca," she shot at him, chin lifted in defiance.

"No," he said easily. "They don’t cost anywhere close to what you’ve cost me. Including the groin pain." His mouth twitched, a grin he didn’t bother hiding.

Her eyes stayed hard. "So you’re not just the devil. You’re a creep too?"

He leaned over her, one hand braced on the headboard above her shoulder. The mattress dipped under his weight, trapping her in a pocket of heat. "You must admit," he murmured, "a very good-looking creep."

She hated the split second where her brain stalled, where the world narrowed to the blue of his eyes. They were unfair eyes. They peeled back layers you hadn’t agreed to surrender. She swallowed, anger scrambling to cover the flicker of awareness.

Luca’s gaze dipped openly, just enough to acknowledge the curve of her breasts beneath the halter bra top. The smirk returned.

"Is this what you plan on doing with me?" Vee asked sharply, clinging to the thread of her fury.

"I’m still workshopping creative ideas," he said lightly. "But yes, Bambola. I plan on pimping you."

"What?"

"I plan on pimping you," he repeated calmly, straightening just enough to look her in the eye. "To me. Think of it as... an exclusive contract. Lifetime access. Prepaid."

"Lifetime?"

"Probably," he shrugged.

She shook her head. "So that’s it? I’m your... what? Your toy?"

"That word implies I’d discard you when I get bored. I don’t waste investments."

"So I’m going to be your slut," she said flatly, daring him to deny it.

"Yes." Luca moved closer. His lips hovered just inches from hers, close enough that she could feel his breath brushing her mouth.

His fingers drifted up her thighs. Measuring. Learning. Cataloguing every hitch in her breath, every tremor her body betrayed even as her eyes burned with defiance and her lips stayed stubbornly set. He didn’t touch where she expected him to. He didn’t cross the line. That was the cruelty of it.

Her nerves sang anyway.

Her pulse fluttered when his thumb paused, when his hand lingered just long enough to make her skin ache for contact. A part of her wanted to close the distance.

Her eyes lidded despite herself. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

And that was when he smiled.

A knowing smirk curved his mouth. Then he pulled back, straightening, reclaiming every inch of space he’d stolen.

And just like that, he was gone.

"Asshole," she muttered, and hurled her pillow at the door with all the frustration bottled inside her. It hit with a dull thump and slid down uselessly. She groaned and fell back against the mattress, staring at the ceiling.

She looked down at herself, at the clothes she was still wearing from the auction. She hugged her arms around herself, shame creeping in where anger had been.

She really did feel like a slut.

Her thoughts drifted, uninvited, to Valentina. Fear settled deep in her chest.

Maybe, she thought, if she played along. Just a little. If she fed Luca’s ego, his darkness, his sense of ownership, maybe he’d soften. Maybe he’d grow a heart. Maybe he’d let Tina go.

The idea tasted bitter.

One thing was certain though. There was no way. No way in hell she was going to let Luca be her first.

She grabbed her phone from the bed, the screen lighting up. Her thumb hovered for a second before she opened Cassidy’s chat.

She typed quickly.

’Hi... will you be available tomorrow evening? Maybe we can Netflix and chill.’

She stared at the message, then hit send before doubt could creep in.

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