Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37: It Will Help You Cum

By the time she reached ten, her breath came in jagged bursts, her chest rising and falling with the exertion and the fire that still lingered across her skin. She sagged slightly against the bench, relief mingling with a dissonant thrill, a part of her warring with the other.

She hated him, and yet... a small, treacherous part of her couldn’t deny the pull of this man who was at once danger and obsession.

He dropped the whip and moved to one of the desks that lined the room. The metal can of soothing cream caught the dim light. He knelt behind her. When he pressed a kiss to her reddened skin, her breath caught.

"You have the most beautiful skin." He sighed against her. Vee’s mind flitted between anger and shame. The awareness that he wanted her, desired her, and that he had to hold himself back until she truly chose—stirred a conflicted warmth in her.

He opened the can, scooped out the cream, and his hands returned to her. His fingers massaged her raw flesh. She shivered, body betraying her in ways her mind resisted acknowledging. His fingers traced patterns, caressing without taking, teasing without violating, and she felt herself caught in a tangle of fear and desire.

"I want to slide this underwear down, Bambola. You have no idea."

Her stomach fluttered. She pressed her thighs together reflexively.

"You torture me with every word out of your mouth. When you eventually let me, I’m going to fuck your mouth and fill it with my cum."

"I’m not going to." She said it firmly, stubbornness etched into every syllable.

He smiled, a predator enjoying the contradiction in front of him. Her lips said one thing, her body said another, and Luca knew it instantly. He moved. His fingers brushed over the objects laid out there until he selected a small vibrator.

He uncuffed one of her hands, letting her exercise the sudden freedom. "I hear what you don’t say, Vee," he murmured.

"You hear what you want to hear," she shot back, the edge in her voice masking the tremor of anticipation she couldn’t quite hide.

He turned the vibrator on. He pressed it lightly into her hand, letting her feel the vibration hum through her fingers. "Use this. It will help you cum," he said.

"I don’t want it," she said. Her pride fought hard against the undeniable pull in her body.

"You either do it, or I do it for you," he countered.

Vee’s hand tightened instinctively around the device. Her hand moved, directing it between her legs, over the thin barrier of her still-on underwear. She gasped sharply as the contact made her body tremble, a delicious torment she both resisted and craved.

The sensation was overwhelming, her pride screaming to stop, yet her body betraying her in the most exquisite way.

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