Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 218

Chapter 218: The Rest Of The Week

"I’m cumming...fuck!" He lifted slightly, pulling her closer, holding her against his chest as he grunted. Her breasts pressed flat against his chest. His fingers gripped her nipple hard as his climax racked through him. "God, you’re good," he muttered.

Bianca let out a soft chuckle, as she moved against him one last time.

They both fell back onto the bed, the tension easing from their bodies.

Cassidy exhaled, his chest rising and falling as he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer. "Never knew being a boy toy would feel this good," he said, a faint grin touching his lips as he stared up at the ceiling.

Bianca hummed softly in response, her fingers tracing idle patterns against his chest. "Hmmm..." She turned her head slightly to look at him. "How long would you like to stay?" she asked.

"I’ve got to get back to work," he said.

"For the Bastiones?" Bianca asked, her eyes sharpening just a little as she said it.

"That’s my full-time job now," Cassidy said, stretching slightly as he lay back, his arm resting behind his head. Life had shifted for him in ways he hadn’t entirely planned, and now he was simply... in it.

Bianca turned her head toward him. "Will you stay a couple of days more?" she asked.

Cassidy glanced at her, a small smile forming. "Just how long are we talking about?"

"The rest of the week," Bianca said.

Cassidy let out a short breath, shifting slightly as he turned more fully toward her. "Alright," he said. "Anything for you."

Bianca smiled in response. It was a beautiful smile—warm on the surface, disarming. But it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Anything for me. Idiot. Cassidy had no idea. No idea how neatly he had placed himself exactly where she needed him. No idea how useful he was becoming without even trying. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Bianca shifted slightly, sitting up now, drawing the sheets loosely around herself as she leaned back against the headboard. She wondered, briefly, when it would click for him.

When he would realise that his movements, his name—was being threaded carefully into something much larger than himself.

Would he be angry? Would he thank her for it? The thought amused her. Who knew? Veronica Scalese, after all, had a way of wrapping men around her finger. Drawing them in, holding them close, making them believe they were choosing her.

For now, everything was falling into place exactly the way it should. Cassidy’s presence in Italy was the perfect piece.

All Julian had to do now was ensure that Cassidy’s travel information ended up exactly where it needed to be found.

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