Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 369

Chapter 369: You Are Fucked

There would be no going back. Marco saw all of that in her face before he even reached her.

"I’m not even going to ask if you’re sure," he said. "Because after that stunt tonight, girl..." His voice dropped lower. "You are fucked."

Valentina’s breath caught. When he finally reached her, he caught her at the waist and lifted her onto the bed so she stood above him, the mattress sinking slightly under her feet. It changed the angle between them, put her higher, gave her just enough height to look down at him while he stood close between her knees.

Marco tilted his head back and saw the mischievous glint in her eyes like she had been waiting for this version of him.

Expecting it, craving it. Like some wild part of her had called his name and was pleased to find he had answered.

Marco understood it then — with devastating, crystalline clarity — that he stood absolutely no chance against this woman he loved. This beautiful, laughing, nerve-wracking maniac who had dismantled every defence he’d carefully constructed without even trying.

He pressed a single kiss to her stomach. "Close your eyes, sweetie." His voice dropped to a murmur against her skin. "Some adult shit is about to go down."

Val laughed — genuinely, freely — and he felt the tension leave her body in one long exhale, her muscles unknotting beneath his lips.

He reached under her dress and found the waistband of her underwear and began to draw it down. Slowly. Painfully, intentionally slowly — his fingers trailing the descent, lips following, pressing open kisses to the inside of her thighs as the fabric made its unhurried journey downward. He kissed one side, then the other, taking his time like they had all night.

When it finally pooled at her feet he left it there, straightening only enough to lift her leg and draw it up over his shoulder.

She was completely exposed to him now. Open and entirely yearning to be his. He settled into position, breathing her in, and when his eyes finally found her opening, he couldn’t look away. Didn’t want to. Felt no particular urgency to look at anything else ever again.

His hands found her thighs, steadying. "Hang on to me," he whispered. His gaze fixed on her with an intensity that left no room for doubt about exactly what came next.

Val’s hands flew to his shoulders the moment his lips made contact. "Oh God—" Her head dropped back, neck arching. "Marco—"

His grip on her ass tightened — fingers pressing in deep, pulling her harder against his mouth like she might try to escape and he had already decided she wouldn’t. He ate her with focused, devastating intent, tongue working her with a thoroughness that suggested he had nowhere else to be and nothing else to accomplish.

"Wait—" She gasped. "Marco — wait — fuck—" She wasn’t really asking him to stop. They both knew that. Her hips were already moving, riding his tongue with shameless, helpless rhythm even as the words tumbled out of her.

Revenge. She thought as she delievered another curse and a moan. This was payback for what she’d done to him under the table at dinner.

Why had they never done this before? Why had they held back since the very moment they’d met, when this had apparently been waiting — inevitable, catastrophic, perfect?

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