Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 341

Chapter 341: Lord Have Mercy

What the fuck just happened? His heart was pounding—too fast, too loud, like it was trying to break out of his chest.

She didn’t mean it. She was young. Overwhelmed. Pregnant. Emotional. This was confusion.

This was stress. This was—

"Bullshit," he muttered under his breath.

And then Luca’s voice echoed in his head, clear as day.

You’re an idiot, Marco.

Luca wasn’t wrong. Marco stood there for one more second. Two. Then—

"Ah... fuck it."

His body moved before his brain could catch up. He turned sharply and strode out of the living room, his pace quick, urgent, his pulse still racing as he pushed into the hallway. "Val!" he called out.

She was just reaching the main exit. Slowly, she turned around. Even in the low light spilling from the hallway fixtures, he could see the sheen of tears in her eyes, the way she was trying and failing to hold herself together.

Marco didn’t stop walking. Didn’t think. Didn’t weigh consequences or rules or the absolute shitstorm this would cause. He closed the distance in seconds, reaching her just as her lips parted like she was about to say something—maybe to stop him, maybe to explain, maybe to take it all back.

He didn’t give her the chance. His hands came up, gripping her firmly as he pulled her into him.

And then he kissed her. This wasn’t like their first kiss. That one had been uncertain—curious, accidental. A test. A line crossed just to see what it felt like.

This? This was war. The moment Marco’s lips met hers, there was nothing hesitant about it. No second-guessing. No restraint. It was fierce, consuming—like something that had been building for far too long and had finally snapped free.

A ’I’m never letting you go’ kind of kiss. And he knew—God, he knew—how dangerous that was.

The rules of the famiglia were laws carved into bone. Lines you didn’t cross unless you were ready to bleed for it. And this? This wasn’t just crossing a line.

This was setting the entire thing on fire. If not handled right, it could cost him his life. But in that moment?

None of it mattered. He would die a thousand deaths for this. For her. His hand slid up to her neck, fingers curling possessively against her skin, letting go wasn’t an option anymore. And Valentina—God—she didn’t pull away.

She gave in. Her hands found him just as urgently, gripping his shirt, pulling him closer as she kissed him back with equal hunger, equal need. There was no confusion.

Their mouths moved against each other like they were trying to make up for every moment they had held back, every glance they had ignored, every word they had swallowed.

It was messy and completely, utterly reckless. Somewhere in the back of Valentina’s mind, a warning bell started ringing.

He helped them along, breaking the kiss just long enough to shrug the shirt from his shoulders. It fell somewhere behind him — neither of them watched where. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Hormones, she told herself firmly. This is hormones. They were clearly the culprits here.

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