Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 450

Chapter 450: Val Says Hi

So much sat in the silence between them. Apologies. Forgiveness. The bond stretching, strained but not broken.

Then Val whispered, "Say hi to Luca for me."

"I will."

The line clicked off. Vee held the phone to her chest for a while, eyes closed, breathing slowly. The part of her heart that belonged to Valentina finally started beating properly again.

Behind her, Luca stayed quiet.

"Val says hi," Vee said, her voice still thick.

"I heard."

She shuffled down into the bed again, making herself comfortable beneath the covers, her back to him.

Luca closed the space between them, adjusted the covers around them both, and threw his arm around her waist.

Vee immediately settled into him.

He pressed his mouth to the back of her head. "Better?"

"Better," she whispered.

"Good." His hand spread over her stomach, holding her close.

The room had gone quiet. The sheets were warm. Vee was draped against him, her back to his chest, his arm loose around her waist. Her breathing had slowed.

"Good night, love," she whispered.

He pressed his lips to her shoulder. The soft skin just below the curve of it. "Goodnight." He closed his eyes.

A minute passed. Maybe two. His mind drifted toward the pleasant, dark edge of sleep, where nothing required anything of him and the world was simply warm and quiet and—

"Luca..."

"Hmmm."

A pause.

"Are you still hard?"

"You feel that, hm?" He couldn’t stop the chuckle.

Vee twisted her head to look back at him, expression caught between disbelief and a deep, spiritual exhaustion. "What the fuck are you on?" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

He adjusted slightly, which helped nothing. "You’ve got your naked body curled up against mine. Stuff is bound to, you know—" he paused, searching for the diplomatic phrasing, "—move." He looked amused.

"Jesus Christ."

"It’s biological—"

She made a groan and began shuffling. Shifting her hips forward, trying to find some configuration of the available space where she was not in direct contact with the apparent situation.

If I just move slightly left—

She moved left.

Okay, that’s worse. Right then—

She moved right.

"Bambola." His voice had developed a faint strain. His hand tightened at her hip, stilling her. "You’re just making it worse."

She laughed. "Like it matters what I do."

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