Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 46

Chapter 46: You Can Prepare The Table

A wry thought tugged at him. I might need a whole room for her punishments, he mused. He’d never kept a woman before. Women had come and gone. But Vee was different. Vee was a storm. She rooted herself in his life whether she meant to or not, and he couldn’t decide if he hated it or loved it more.

He carried the box downstairs to Nonnina, who was quietly humming as she moved about the kitchen. "Have her ready and in my room in thirty minutes," he said.

Nonnina tilted her head, ever the wise observer. "How about your dinner, Diavolino?" There was a teasing note in her voice.

"I will have it. You can prepare the table," he replied, already heading back up the stairs, the tension in his chest buzzing.

In his room, he took a quick shower, letting the warm water wash away the last traces of fury and leave only the raw, electric anticipation of the evening ahead. He dried himself, dressed in comfortable shorts and a soft t-shirt. He finally sank into the chair farthest from the door, he wanted to see her walk in.

A soft knock came at the door. His heart gave a lurch when she stepped in. She was wrapped in a robe, yet the way she hesitated at the doorway told him everything he needed to know: the nerves, the fear. Her hair fell in gentle waves around her shoulders, a small cascade.

His anger spiked the moment he looked at her body, remembering that another man had been touching her again. Breaking his trust.

His eyes were furious, dark and storm-heavy.

She swallowed. I’ve done it again. Poked the bear. Again.

"Hi," she said.

"For the duration of your punishment," Luca said, "you will not speak unless I ask you a question. You will not so much as make a sound. Are we clear?"

"Yes," she answered quickly.

"And you will answer me with sir. Try that again."

Her jaw tightened.

"Yes... sir," Vee ground out.

"Take off the robe."

He got to his feet as he said it, turning away immediately and moving toward the dresser.

Do not look, he told himself. If you look, this ends too fast.

Behind him, Veronica stood frozen for a beat, then obeyed. The robe slid from her shoulders, pooling quietly at her feet.

"Take off your underwear."

She spun a fraction toward him, disbelief cutting through her nerves. "What?"

He didn’t turn.

"I may not have a flogger around here," Luca said calmly, far too calmly, "but I still have my hands. Disobey my instructions one more time, Vee."