Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 388

Chapter 388: I Feel You Tense

"I feel you tense," she continued softly. "And your muscles lock into place." Her fingers slipped lower, brushing along his abdomen, never quite settling anywhere for long. Just enough contact to promise something more.

Just enough to make him wait for it. Her touch lingered at his lower belly, dangerous in how little it gave while suggesting everything it could take.

"You want to take over," Vee murmured. "You crave it. It’s like every nerve in your body is set alight." Her eyes stayed locked on his, watching every flicker, every shift in breath. "You cannot wait to fuck me," she continued. "To pull me apart, to ram into me in that way that makes you lose your head a little...makes you reckless."

"And even before I touch you," she whispered, her lips hovering just a breath away from his, "you’re already hard." Her hand moved to his cock to make her point.

He couldn’t deny it, didn’t even bother trying. Evidence was right there in her hand, heavym charged, waiting to snap.

"Case in point," she breathed against his lips. "It’s killing you right now...is it not?"

"No," he groaned, the word sounded strained.

Vee smiled faintly, unconvinced. "You don’t have to pretend," she murmured. "You like to take charge. I like it when you take charge... but you really don’t want to be tortured. Admit it."

Luca let out a quiet breath. "You are torturing me already."

"Am I?" she asked, tilting her head, her eyes searching his face, testing just how far he could hold out. Her fingers slid up and down his cock, teasing, never quite giving him what he wanted. "I haven’t even pushed you enough."

"How low can you go?" Luca asked, a smug edge creeping into his voice.

Vee’s lips curved slowly. "Oh, baby... very low." She shifted away from him.

Then her fingers moved to her shirt. The first button slipped open. Luca exhaled sharply.

The second followed, slower, she was dragging the moment out on purpose. A faint glimpse of skin appeared beneath the fabric, soft and inviting, and that was all it took.

"Jesus..." he muttered under his breath.

Her focus stayed on the buttons, one after the other. Luca shifted slightly, his hand tightening.

Yup. She was right. He had absolutely no self-control around her. Two buttons in and he already wanted to grab her, pull her back into him, forget whatever game she thought she was playing.

But that was the point. To let her push. To let her win—at least for now. So he stayed still, jaw tight, breath measured, watching as she continued unbuttoning her shirt, each second stretching thinner than the last as the rest of the buttons came off.

Quickly, Luca reached beneath the small coffee table and flicked on the discreet do not disturb switch built into the booth. A soft click followed.

A slow smile spread across her lips, his attention locked entirely onto her. His blue eyes dropped to her chest, settling on the navy blue lace hugging her skin.

"I know how badly you want to reach for me," she said softly. "You’d prefer to do this yourself, don’t you?"

"You do, uhn?" She reached up and slowly pulled the lace of her bra down just enough to expose more skin, the fabric resting low against her chest. Her fingers moved next, light and teasing as she played along the sensitive peaks of her chest, rolling them between her fingertips. She watched him the entire time, tracking every shift in his expression.

"Pinch them, Bambola," Luca said. "I want to see them get harder."

"You don’t tell me what to do."

And just like that, she stopped. Her fingers slipped away from her chest entirely, abandoning what he wanted, what he had asked for.

Instead, she brought one finger to her lips. Her eyes stayed locked on his as she slid it into her mouth, her tongue circling it as if she were savoring his cock.

"You’re a witch," Luca surrendered.

"Hmmm..." she moaned softly instead, letting her finger slip from her lips with a faint pop.

He shifted again, unable to ignore the way his cock bobbed. His hand dropped briefly, gripping it through his trousers, forcing it to behave, willing himself to stay still, to endure, to not give her the satisfaction of breaking too soon.

Patience had never felt this fucking impossible. Slowly, her fingers trailed down the length of her torso, tracing over skin and fabric in a lazy descent.

(its another weekend and the gift line is open. Dial in people and lets have ourselves a very...very...sexy weekend. Okay, maybe a bit of danger but you know, I’m being half nice, half mean)