Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27: I Love What I Do

’CEO of Commissioned Club. Also known as the Devil.’

She let out a long, tired sigh and leaned back against the seat. Of course. Of course everyone knew the Devil.

"How..." She shook her head. "Why?"

Luca shrugged, turning the wheel with casual ease. "I think you underestimated how good-looking I am. Women tend not to look past that."

She studied him from the side. "You don’t seem to care about the evil things you do."

"I love what I do, Bambola. I don’t really care what anyone else thinks."

The car slowed as massive wrought-iron gates rose ahead of them. Two security men stepped forward, scanning the vehicle before waving them through. The gates opened soundlessly.

Vee’s jaw dropped.

Inside was another world entirely. Long, sweeping driveways curved through manicured gardens lit by soft ground lights. Water features glimmered. The house itself loomed ahead, modern stone and glass.

"You’re drooling," Luca said lightly.

She snapped her mouth shut. "I am not."

He parked and got out, moving around the car to her side. He opened the door and offered his hand. When she stepped out, he positioned himself subtly behind her, one arm hovering at her waist, shielding her half-dressed state from the guards and staff.

Inside, the house was warm and quiet. Art lined the walls. Pieces that spoke of blood money and impeccable taste.

He walked her down a corridor and into a bedroom. Floor-to-ceiling windows, a massive bed dressed in neutral tones, a bathroom that glowed softly beyond a glass partition.

"Take a bath," Luca said gently. "Rest. I’ll see you in the morning."

He turned to leave.

"You said you would do whatever you wanted with me tonight," Vee said.

Luca stopped.

Slowly, he turned back to her, one brow lifting with dangerous amusement. "Are you that excited for me to touch you," he asked calmly, "that you had to remind me?"

Her spine stiffened. "No. I want to show you that I’m a woman of my word. If I say I’ll pay back a debt, I pay it back. You don’t have to hold me or my sister hostage."

Luca stepped back into the room and closed the door behind him.

He moved closer. "It’s amazing," Luca said quietly, "how one thing comes out of your lips, and I can see another written all over your eyes."

She folded her arms defensively, chin lifting. "You see what you want to see."

He stopped an arm’s length away. "No, Bambola. I see exactly what’s there."

Her pulse betrayed her, loud in her ears.

"You’re just like every other woman," he continued with certainty. "You want me. You want me to fuck you. You just don’t want to admit it."

Anger flared. "That’s not true."

"I’m not going to fuck you," Luca went on, "until you admit you want me, until you ask me to."

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