Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 502

Chapter 502: I’m Going To Enjoy This

Wait.

Wait for the right moment.

David’s eyes flicked to hers, and the corner of his mouth lifted as if he had heard the thought. "I hope you are not stupid enough to think you can overpower me, my sweet." He leaned lower, his breath brushing against her cheek. Then his tongue dragged against her face.

Veronica recoiled instantly, disgust twisting through her so violently she almost gagged. She turned her face away, her stomach churning.

David laughed softly as if her revulsion delighted him. "Oh, I’m going to enjoy this." He lowered the knife again, gaze fixed on hers as the blade slid beneath another button with a sharp flick.

Another button broke loose and clattered to the floor. The edge of her bra became visible beneath the torn shirt.

David’s eyes lowered. That was all Vee needed. She swung at him with every bit of strength she had, aiming for his face, for bone, for anything that would make him bleed. But David was fast. His hand snapped up and caught her fist before it landed, his fingers closing around her wrist with bruising force.

Vee used his grip against him, yanking herself upright before he could pin her back into the seat. The plane tilted slightly beneath her feet from the rush of blood in her head. She twisted hard in his hold, bringing her body around and driving her elbow backward.

David moved just enough to avoid the full force of it. The miss cost her. He caught her around the waist and dragged her back against him, his chest hard against her spine, his breath close to her ear.

Veronica fought. She shoved against his arm, twisted her hips, tried to drop her weight. David’s hold tightened, but she refused to give him stillness. Refused to become easy. Her heart was pounding so hard she could feel it in her throat, but beneath the fear was rage. She lifted her leg and drove her heel down onto his foot.

David grunted. The pressure around her loosened for half a second. Vee threw herself backward with him, forcing his balance to break. He stumbled, hit the seat behind him, and fell into it, pulling her with him.

She landed on his lap. The position made revulsion crawl across her skin. She immediately tried to wrench herself away, but his arms locked around her waist, trapping her against him.

"Delicious..." David murmured, sounding impressed.

Before she could twist free, his mouth brushed the nape of her neck in a kiss that made her stomach turn. A sick insult to every place Luca had ever touched her with love.

Vee thrashed against his grip.

"What’s it like to fuck you, Bambola?"

Her whole body went rigid. "Don’t call me that!" she snapped, rage tearing through her voice. "Don’t you ever call me that! You fucking creep!"

"Why? Luca calls you that." His arms tightened around her as she struggled. "And I assure you, I am a much better man than your husband."

"Is that what you tell yourself to feel like a man, you wanker?" Vee snapped.

The blade flashed. It was so quick she did not see his hand move. She only felt the sting—a thin, bright line of pain slicing across her cheek. Her breath caught, shock freezing her. Warmth bloomed against her skin, slowly then heavier as blood gathered and slipped downward.

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