Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 484

Chapter 484: Come Back To Me

He held her through every second. His arms stayed locked around her, one hand flat against her sternum, feeling her heart pound beneath his palm. He said nothing. Just held her, waiting for the trembling to subside.

When it did, he turned them over. She sank into the mattress and he was above her, settling between her thighs, and he pushed the damp hair back from her face.

He saw the wet brightness at the corners of her eyes. The corner of his mouth pulled up. "There is no way...it was that good, babe."

She laughed and turned her face slightly away. He brought it back.

"Hey." His thumb traced her cheekbone.

"Come back to me. Whatever you do. Whatever war you fight for us—" her fingers found his jaw, holding his face, making him stay with her, "—please. Come back to me."

Always. He’d said it before without thinking, reflexive as breathing. She would have believed it. Part of her needed to.

He had promised her honesty in the ways that counted and this counted most. He couldn’t say always.

So he didn’t say anything. He kissed her instead and felt her exhale against his mouth. He didn’t know what tomorrow held. He didn’t know what the war would ask of him before it was finished. But he had now. He had her, here, and he was not going to waste a second of it.

He began to move against her again. His mouth at her ear, her jaw, the soft skin beneath it — whispering what she did to him, how she felt around him, how there was nothing else in the world that came close. He meant every word.

She held him tighter with every stroke. Until finally, with his face buried in her neck and her name in his throat and her legs wrapped around him, he spilled inside her with a low, gutted grunt.

His weight settled into her and she took it, arms staying wrapped around him, fingers in his hair. "I love you so much," Luca said when his breathing finally steadied.

A few minutes later, they settled beneath the sheets, lying side by side and staring at the ceiling. Their wedding night was almost over.

The thought left a quiet ache inside her. One night as ordinary newlyweds before they returned to the real world, two people trying to hold each other while someone methodically tore at everyone they loved.

"Are you coming home tomorrow?" she asked.

Luca was silent for a second too long. Vee turned her head.

"Not yet," he said. "I’m going to Paris." Luca turned onto his side, facing her now. "I will give you some plans to work on. I need you to be very convincing. You are Donna," he said, as if that explained everything. "Everyone answers to you. Whoever does not, shoot them."

"You cannot make shooting people your solution to workplace insubordination."

"It improves response time."

Her lips twitched, but the humour faded quickly. Even here, beside her, part of him was already leaving. "You didn’t promise me."

"What’s that?" Luca asked.

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