Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 58

Chapter 58: Tell Me What You Love

Somewhere in the back of his mind, irritation flared at the layers between them. Too many clothes. That stupid Scalese pizza T-shirt. Jeans. Insulting, really. He could make it work.

"I need you to talk to me, Vee," Luca whispered into her ear. "Tell me what you love. I like dirty."

Heat was blooming under her ribs. This was the trap. She knew it. And still, her body leaned in. "I like how you kiss my neck," she said.

"Hmmm... more...." His fingers slid beneath her shirt, skin to skin now, tracing slow lines along her waist, learning her again.

"I like to feel you get hard against my thigh," she continued. "Makes me feel powerful."

Luca answered without words. He pushed himself further into her thigh, exactly as she’d described, letting her feel the evidence of how badly she had him. "You are powerful," he murmured.

"You know what I would really like to do right now?" he asked.

"What?"

"I want to slide these jeans down, get on my knees, throw your legs around my neck and bury my face deep inside your pussy and lick all of your juices." He did not rush the sentence. He wanted every word to land. To stay.

His fingers brushed her nipples gently through the thin barrier of fabric. Her body reacted instantly, a sharp inhale, a betrayed shudder, heat flaring where she did not want it to.

Vee moaned. Her hands came up to his shirt, fingers curling into the fabric, fisting it.

Then Luca reached over behind her once more and switched off the sound button.

"Now smile for the camera, love," Luca said lightly, the cruelty in his tone dressed up as charm, "’cause your boyfriend is going to watch this in a bit. Original, isn’t it?"

The room seemed to tilt. Vee’s eyes widened, shock slicing through the haze. Her hands fell from his shirt.

"You tricked me?" she asked, disbelief cracking through the words.

Luca shrugged, unapologetic, his expression infuriatingly calm. "It’s what you wanted, isn’t it?"

The answer never came. Instead, her arm swung back on instinct. The slap landed hard. His head snapped to the side.

"You son of a bitch!" she screamed, already moving, shoving past him, maneuvering her way away.

Luca turned slowly, tongue pressing briefly to the inside of his cheek. "What’s got your panties in a bunch?" he asked mildly. "You said you wanted him to watch you."

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