Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 427

Chapter 427: I’ve Been Up All Night

He pushed his hips upward, holding her head steady, and felt her gag around the full, sudden depth of him. "Take it. Come on — take it." He expected her to tap out, to pull back, to concede.

She gagged — and then, with absolutely sinful composure, she flicked her tongue in a slow circle around him. She reached down and squeezed his balls.

Luca’s eyes rolled back. He gripped her hair, hips stuttering upward, and came — hard, helpless — his whole body shuddering with release. "Fuck me," he gasped.

Vee slowly straightened up, wiping at her lips. "Now, get me home and fuck me!"

"Yes, ma’am..."

*****

Marco, on the other hand, wasn’t having such a great night. At least not at first. Admittedly, he got back home at four in the morning, which, in hindsight, had not been his smartest move. He knew that the moment he stepped into the living room and saw Valentina sitting upright in the sofa, arms folded over her chest, eyes fixed on him.

That was how he knew he was finished.

"Val—"

"I’ve been up all night," she said. Her voice was calm. "All night," she repeated.

He sighed quietly and turned to face her fully. He looked tired, but not guilty enough for Valentina’s liking. "Babe, I told you I was going to be home late."

Val’s eyes widened. "Late is eleven p.m., Marco." She held up a finger. "Late is even twelve a.m. if I am feeling charitable. Not frigging four-thirty in the morning."

"It’s not four-thirty."

She reached for her phone, tapped the screen, and turned it toward him. "Four twenty-eight. Forgive me for exaggerating by two whole minutes."

Marco rubbed a hand over his face. "Love, come on... I had obligations."

"Of course." Val nodded slowly. "Yeah. Obligations."

Marco frowned. He knew that tone. He had heard it growing in her for days now. "Val..."

"No, it’s fine." She carefully got off the sofa. "You had obligations."

Marco’s jaw tightened. He was exhausted. The initiation had run late but this wasn’t about the time.

Not really.

"Okay, Val," Marco said. "Tell me what the fuck is wrong with you because I know you and this isn’t you."

Her face changed instantly. "Don’t cuss at me!" Val snapped.

"I’ll do whatever the hell I want if you don’t start talking to me!"

Val’s breathing stopped. It was the first time Marco had ever raised his voice at her. Marco was always so gentle with her. Too gentle sometimes. Like she was made of glass. Like one wrong touch, one hard word, one sudden movement might crack her straight down the middle. He treated her like an egg, and she found it sweet. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

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