Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 228

Chapter 228: Don’t Leave Me

She had missed him too. She had wanted him close—closer than this even—had felt that absence like a quiet ache she couldn’t ignore.

The man she loved was a dangerous man. A man capable of things she didn’t fully agree with, things that unsettled her when she thought too long about them.

But still—She loved him. So she let herself sink into him, into the kiss, into the way he took and took like he couldn’t get enough. She matched him—breath for breath, movement for movement—her lips parting for his, her body yielding just enough to keep him close, to keep him there.

It was beautiful in a dangerous way. More wanting. More needing. More of whatever this was between them.

When he finally broke the kiss, he whispered. "I love you..." he whispered, his voice rough. "Don’t leave me."

She lifted her hands slowly, placing her palms against his cheeks, holding him there, forcing him to look at her—really look at her. "I would never," she said softly. "Never." Her thumbs brushed lightly against his skin.

Promising him without hesitation, without doubt. Even if she didn’t fully understand the weight of what she was promising.

Even if loving him meant standing in the middle of something dark, something complicated, something that would never be simple.

She chose him anyway. And in that moment, that was all he needed.

"God, please..." He crashed into her lips again, harder this time, like the space between breaths was already too much. His hands moved, unbuttoning her coat and shrugging it off her shoulders, letting it fall somewhere behind them. He didn’t break the kiss, not even for a second, like he couldn’t afford to. He pulled her into him again.

Then suddenly, she was off her feet. He lifted her and set her down on his desk. Papers scattered, objects crashing to the floor without a second thought—everything, including Bianca’s untouched business plan, swept aside like it meant nothing compared to this moment.

Vee’s breath came fast, her chest rising and falling as her heart pounded wildly against her ribs. The intensity of it all, suffocating and intoxicating at the same time.

He moved with need, his hands rougher now as he pushed her dress up and slid her underwear down.

She watched him as he worked through his own buttons. Vee’s eyes traced every inch of skin he exposed, drinking him in like she hadn’t seen him a thousand times before. She had seen him countless times, touched him, memorized him—but every single time still hit her like the first, stealing the air straight from her lungs.

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