Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 343

Chapter 343: You’re A Lunatic

The sound she made was not dignified. Her head dropped forward and found his shoulder.

"What are you doing to me?" she whispered. She genuinely wanted to know.

"What I should have done a long time ago," Marco replied.

"Ah..." Unable to stop herself, she pressed her palm against him, face still buried in the warm crook of his neck, feeling him grow thick and heavy beneath her touch. The realization of what she was doing — what she wanted to do — sent heat pooling low in her belly. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Marco exhaled slowly, the only sign that she was unraveling him. His hands found her arms, stroking up and down in long, unhurried sweeps, coaxing her, steadying her. There was no rush in his touch, no demand — only the message that this was hers. He was hers. Every hard, wanting inch of him.

She felt it. God, she felt it. He kept himself in check with visible restraint, muscles tight beneath his skin, jaw set against the pleasure she was drawing from him so effortlessly. He didn’t reach for her the way his body screamed at him to. He didn’t pull her closer, didn’t take over.

He simply let her explore, let her feel the full, undeniable weight of what she did to him.

But the faster her fingers moved against him through the fabric, the harder it became to hold onto reason. His cock was fully hard again, aching for more than the maddening friction she was giving it — and she was giving it willingly, caught in the dizzy pull of the moment.

Her fingers kept moving, tracing him, learning him, each stroke drawing a barely-contained tension from the body beneath her hands.

"Val."

"Hmmm..." She hummed softly against the warm skin of his neck. She wasn’t ready to surface. Not yet. Not when this felt so dangerously, perfectly good.

His hands on her arms stilled. "I don’t mean to be crude." His fingers tightened against her skin. "But I am seconds away from tearing your underwear and fucking you."

Her fingers stilled. But not before she felt the damp warmth of his precum soaking through the fabric, proof of how close they both were to the edge. The discovery sent a fresh wave of heat between her thighs, and she exhaled a long, shuddering sigh against his neck, feeling beautifully, miserably tortured.

She wanted him. Badly. In ways she didn’t have clean words for. "When did this happen, Marco?" She pressed her forehead harder into the curve of his neck. "Why do I want you so badly when I know I shouldn’t?"

His fingers drifted down to the bare skin of her thighs. The touch was featherlight. It might as well have been a match strike.

"Please don’t, Marco." Her breath caught. She felt herself softening, opening toward him against every instruction her mind was screaming. "Please. I won’t be able to stop myself again."

"Ssshhh. I just want to make you feel better. At least for tonight." His hand moved, sliding further beneath the hem of her dress, fingers trailing heat up the inside of her thigh until they grazed the thin fabric of her underwear.

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