Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 368

Chapter 368: I’m Just Worried About You

Luca’s eyes narrowed. "Are you daring me?"

"No. No, honestly, no."

He had already begun to unbutton his shirt with one hand, accepting a challenge anyone would have thought was issued by God himself.

"Luca," she warned.

"What?" he asked.

Veronica got on her knees on the rug and placed both hands gently against his chest, stopping his fingers from working the next button loose. "I’m just worried about you," she said.

"I know," he said. "But I promise you, I’m fine. I really am looking forward to fucking you tonight."

"Come here then," Vee instructed.

He slipped the shirt fully from his shoulders and let it fall somewhere beside the rug. Then he unbuckled his belt, moving slowly enough that Vee knew he was listening to her worry, even if his pride would rather die than admit it.

"Good boy," she murmured.

He lowered himself carefully onto the plush rug beside her. Luca leaned close and kissed her on the nose. "Still cannot believe you are going to be my wife," he muttered.

Vee smiled, her fingers trailing lightly along his jaw. "Me neither."

"Cannot believe we are having a kid either."

"That I believe," she said, laughing under her breath. "Some part of me knew it was going to happen."

Luca’s brow lifted. "Oh?"

"I mean, we’re reckless."

"That is one way to describe it."

"We have no self-control."

"Agreed."

"And honestly," she added, eyes sparkling, "I don’t think the pills could keep up. We fucked like rabbits."

"You think if I work hard, we could get twins?"

Vee’s face went flat. "Then I may just kill you myself."

"It will be worth it." He leaned down, smiling against her mouth before kissing her softly enough to make her melt into the pillows. "Did you unwrap my gift?"

"Yes...yes I did," she murmured.

Luca’s fingers traced down the fabric slowly, finding the slit and pulling it aside. She was bare beneath it. Clean, smooth, completely exposed — and already glistening, her body betraying her before he’d even truly begun. He took his time looking. He reached for the clit massager, turned it on with a quiet click, and held it up for a moment — watching the subtle vibration hum through his fingers.

He brought it between her thighs.

"Oh—" Vee gasped, the sound punched out of her.

"Like that, huh?"

"Oh yes—" Barely a whisper.

Luca smiled keeping the massager exactly where it was destroying her as his free hand drifted upward. His fingers found the shoulders of her dress and tugged it down, the fabric surrendering easily.

Her breasts spilled free into the cool night air.

"I’m going to have to learn how to share you now, aren’t I?" he murmured.

Vee chuckled, breathless. "Only a few months, babe. Then I’m all yours again."

"Mmm." His hands moved to her breasts, fingers running over them, weighing, exploring, learning their warmth before he leaned in and pressed his lips to one nipple. Then the other. His mouth opened and he pulled.

The massager hummed on relentlessly between her thighs while he worked her, tongue circling, teeth grazing with just enough edge to make her back arch. He squeezed what his mouth wasn’t occupying, fingers rolling her nipple.

The combination was unconscionable.

"Luca—I’m cumming!"

His free hand found the massager and pressed it firmer against her, adjusting the angle, intensifying the suction until there was nowhere left to retreat to, no edge left to teeter on. His mouth stayed locked on her nipple.

Luca’s jaw tightened. "Fuck me already. Come on. I missed you."

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