Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 370

Chapter 370: I’m Not Punishing You

Marco had always been a wall. Quiet by nature, disciplined by design — a man so thoroughly trained in the art of containment that he moved through the world without a single visible crack. Emotions filed away. Reactions managed. Everything kept behind glass where it couldn’t reach anyone.

She had accepted that version of him. She understood now that she’d been wrong. The man standing before her had no walls left. What remained was a relentless lover with dark eyes and absolutely no intention of showing her mercy. A man quite deliberately, quite consciously intent on dooming her.

And doing a thorough job of it.

When his pants dropped she forgot how to arrange her face. Her eyes went wide. God. He was honed to an unreasonable degree — every muscle carved, his body the physical evidence of a discipline she was currently very grateful for. Not an inch of him was accidental.

And his cock— Thick. Fully hard. Veins tracing its length with an arrogant visibility. Standing at attention like it, too, had been waiting long enough.

"I think this would be a good moment to apologise." Val moved quickly, scrambling to her knees, putting herself at eye level with the evidence of exactly how much trouble she was in. "For what happened at dinner."

Marco’s lips curved. "Really?" The smile reached his eyes. "Why?"

"I know it was the wrong time..."

"I’m not punishing you, love."

"Then what the hell is this?" She gestured vaguely at the wreckage of herself, at everything that had happened since he walked in the room.

"I’m playing catch up."

It explained everything. He reached for her once more, lifting her effortlessly from the bed and back to her feet.

"You do realise I’m not a ragdoll." Val protested, even as her body betrayed the complaint entirely.

"No. Just a hot doll." He turned her and bent her over. His hands found her hips and then, he pushed inside her.

Val screamed from the overwhelming, sudden fullness of him, from the stretch of it, from the sheer size of what she’d seen and somehow still hadn’t fully prepared herself for. Her head dropped forward onto the bed, cheek pressing into the sheets as her legs went completely unreliable beneath her.

Her muscles simply — left. Abandoned the situation entirely. Clocked out without notice.

Marco spread her legs wider, pressing them further apart until she was completely open to him, until there was nothing between them but heat and the devastating reality of how tightly she fit.

"Oh fuck..." she gave a long, ruined and grateful sigh.

Marco was gentle in force but hard in depth, each stroke purposeful, his cock angled acutely inside her, finding angles that made her gasp with every push.

The dress was the least of her concerns. Carol would understand. Carol would absolutely understand.

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