Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 295

Chapter 295: You Were Exceptional That Night

"You were exceptional that night," Bianca continued, her tone rich with insinuation. "You took me like the stud that you are. You don’t have to pretend—I know you liked it just as much as I did. We could have that again." Her hand traveled slowly down his torso, until it reached his thighs. With boldness, she slid her fingers between his legs, cupping his cock possessively.

Luca’s lips curved into a faint smile. He lifted his gaze to meet hers, his blue eyes locking onto Bianca’s with an intensity that momentarily fueled her confidence. Leaning slightly toward her, his eyes dropped to her lips as if considering the possibility she was offering.

Bianca leaned in further, encouraged by his apparent receptiveness. Men will always be men, she thought. They simply needed the right push. "It was bliss," she whispered against his lips. "You were formidable, fucking me with so much power, I was breathless."

"I remember..."

Hope flickered across Bianca’s features.

"I remember that while I was buried deep inside you and practically begging for release, you couldn’t give it to me. Veronica helped me cum."

Bianca’s expression faltered, the satisfaction draining from her face as if someone had extinguished a flame. Luca held her gaze, unrelenting, ensuring she understood every syllable.

"I had her underwear clutched in my fist," he continued coldly, "and when the moment hit, all I could think about was her. I fucked you, but came in her underwear."

The cruelty of his honesty left no room for misinterpretation. Bianca’s hand loosened, her confidence unraveling.

"Now drop this madness and focus on what you came here for," Luca snapped.

With a firm motion, he shoved her to the side with enough force to reestablish the boundaries she had attempted to cross. Bianca stumbled a step, catching herself.

Luca turned away without another glance, reopening the file and directing his attention back to the business plan.

Bianca stood there for a moment, breathing unevenly, struggling to regain her composure. The poised, calculating woman who had entered the room now faced the sting of rejection and the undeniable truth of Luca’s devotion to another. She finally stepped back, the confidence she had walked in with crumbling. She pressed her lips together, swallowing the sting of humiliation. The quiet was deafening—broken only by the faint rustle of paper as Luca finally dropped the file onto the table with indifference.

"According to this," Luca began, tapping the file with a finger, "you will be buying stock from France, the UK, and Japan. Do you intend going to these places yourself?"

"Uh... yes. I..." She cleared her throat, straightening her posture, trying to reclaim some dignity. "I... uhm... have to do it in person."

"Good." Luca nodded slowly. "Maybe that will keep you busy and focused on something worthwhile rather than setting up Veronica."

"Luca... I... I didn’t have anything to do with whatever setup you are talking about." The words tumbled out quickly, laced with desperation.

And Valentina has a mouth that could provoke a saint into committing murder. He thought.

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