Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 36

Chapter 36: I Want Your Body

They passed open doors, and there was no attempt at discretion. In one room, a woman lay naked and suspended, wrists and ankles bound, her body stretched into an arch that looked cruel. A man sat before her, a canvas propped on an easel. He painted as if she were a landscape. As if her breathing body were still life.

Behind closed doors came sounds she couldn’t quite separate. Screams threaded with moans, pleasure tangled with pain so tightly they were indistinguishable. Vee pulled her coat tighter around herself. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Luca walked steadily beside her, his presence solid, dangerous. Every few steps, someone glanced his way and quickly looked elsewhere.

They stopped before a heavy door. A simple sign screwed into the surface.

BASTARDI.

"Wait here," Luca said.

The door closed behind him.

And suddenly, Vee was alone.

The absence of him was startling. She wrapped her arms around herself, her heart thudding too fast, her thoughts spiraling.

This is what would have happened to you.

The words replayed in her mind.

If he hadn’t won that auction, where would she be? On her knees? On a canvas? Behind one of those doors where screams meant pleasure? Would she still be Vee? Or would she have learned how to disappear inside herself?

And Valentina.

Would this place have swallowed her too? The idea made bile rise in Vee’s throat.

She pressed her back against the wall, breathing shallowly.

She knew, with a clarity that cut sharper than fear, that she had run out of options. If she had to kneel, beg, bleed dignity onto the floor to keep Valentina safe, then so be it.

He came back out moments later, a key dangling from his fingers. He took her hand again, and led her farther down the hall. The noise from the lower rooms faded. They climbed a short flight of stairs, until they stopped in front of a matte black door that seemed to absorb the light around it.

"What’s going on?" Vee asked as Luca slid the key into the lock.

The door opened.

She stepped inside and forgot how to breathe.

The room was washed in deep red light. At its center stood a heavy bench. To the left, thick chains hung from reinforced beams, beside a sling. On the far wall loomed a St. Andrew’s cross. Whips and paddles were arranged with meticulous care. Everything had a place.

"Luca," she whispered, turning slowly, her pulse roaring in her ears. "What is this?"

He didn’t answer.

Instead, he walked past her into the room. He took off his jacket and tossed it onto the only sofa. Then he reached for the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one. The fabric slid from his shoulders, revealing skin marked by strength.

Vee swallowed hard. "Luca, what are you doing?" Panic climbed her throat fast and sharp, turning her voice thin. He moved toward her. His fingers went to the buttons of her coat, undoing them one by one.

"Luca, you said you weren’t going to force me," she cried.

He didn’t answer.

That silence was worse than shouting. It swallowed her protests whole.

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