Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 256

Chapter 256: I’m Such A Slut

Vee turned her head slightly toward her bedside table, where her phone lay just within reach. She reached for it and typed.

I miss you.

She hit send. It delivered immediately. The small confirmation on her screen felt louder than it should have, especially when it appeared beneath a string of other messages—messages Luca hadn’t responded to. Each one sat there like a reminder of the distance he had placed between them.

She let out a soft, frustrated sigh and dropped the phone onto the bed beside her before sinking back into the mattress. "Yeah..." she muttered to herself, staring up at the ceiling again. "You’ve really done it this time. Okay... sleep," she whispered under her breath. "Just sleep."

Then she tried something simpler. Counting.

"One... two... three..." She focused on the rhythm, on the numbers, on anything that wasn’t Luca. "...four... five..."

But it didn’t last. Because just as quickly, her mind betrayed her again. His face surfaced again. The intensity in his eyes, the feel of his arms, his chest.

Her breath hitched. "...six..."

The feel of his tongue inside her. Her counting faltered.

"...seven..." She squeezed her eyes tighter, annoyed with herself. "Seriously?" she whispered, exasperated.

The memory of him kept replaying, blurring together in fragments that made it impossible to focus on anything else.

"Ugh..." She rolled onto her side, burying her face briefly into the pillow before pulling back again. "I’m such a slut."

With another sigh, she pushed the covers off and sat up. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood, grabbing her phone absentmindedly before setting it back down again. There was no point checking it. He wasn’t going to reply.

The house was quiet as she stepped out into the hallway. She made her way toward the stairs to get a drink of water from the kitchen.

Halfway there— A hand clamped over her mouth. Her eyes widened instantly, panic flaring as her body jerked in surprise. The scent hit her a second later again.

No. The world around her blurred. Not again... The thought echoed weakly in her mind.

She felt herself being caught, strong arms holding her weight as her body gave in.

*****

Marco placed the bottle of water down on the small table. "You sure about this, boss?" he asked. He straightened slightly, rolling his shoulders back out of habit—but the movement sent a sharp reminder of pain across his back. His jaw tightened for a brief second as the sting settled in again, the aftermath of his punishment far from faded.

He ignored it. Flexing his fingers slightly, he glanced around the space again. They were in Luca’s private bunker.

Two sofas faced each other across the room. A large table sat off to the side. A smaller coffee table stood between the seating, and further back—a bed.

"No," Luca answered quietly. He sat beside Veronica on the bed, his posture slightly leaned toward her, one hand resting gently against her head. His fingers moved slowly through her hair. "She’ll pass," he added after a moment, more to himself than to Marco. "She has to."

Veronica lay still, completely unaware of where she was. Her face, relaxed in unconsciousness, looked peaceful.