Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 61

Chapter 61: You Make No Sense

His hand lifted, holding her waist, fingers flexing. "I want to punish you for making me feel this weak. And I want to protect you from everything that would tear you apart. I want to be the one who hurts you and the one who heals you."

Her breath came shallow now. "That’s twisted."

"Yes," he said immediately. "It is."

"I want to be the one who makes you afraid," he continued, eyes dark, unblinking, "and the one who makes you crave it. I want to own your fear and your pleasure because they already own me."

"You make no sense," Vee said, folding her arms over her chest.

"I know. Nothing about me standing here with you makes sense. Nothing about me wanting you makes sense either." His gaze dragged over her, catching on the familiar curve of her hips, the softness of her mouth. "And yet, here I am. Pursuing you like an idiot."

"Flattering," she muttered.

"You’re a challenge," he continued, unfazed. "An infuriating, stubborn, mouthy challenge. And a very interesting and hot one."

She snorted. "Whatever. I’m still not going with you."

"I wasn’t asking, Bambola," he said calmly. "You’re coming with me."

Her chin lifted. "You’re saying I don’t have a choice."

"In this case," he replied, "you do not."

"I’ll scream."

Luca’s smile widened. "Even better," he said softly. "Please scream."

She rolled her eyes so hard it was a wonder they didn’t get stuck. "You really think you can get away with everything, don’t you?"

"Yes," he said without hesitation. Then he gestured toward the car parked at the curb. "Now, your carriage awaits, m’lady."

"Asshole," she muttered, already turning away from him.

She stormed out of the shop, the bell over the door jangling angrily behind her, cursing under her breath in Italian and English, inventing a few new combinations along the way. Luca followed at an unhurried pace, hands in his pockets, watching the way her shoulders were stiff with fury.

He opened the passenger door for her with exaggerated politeness. She hesitated for half a second, then slid inside.

He closed the door, rounded the car, and settled into the driver’s seat. The leather sighed beneath him. He glanced at her as he pulled into traffic, the city folding around them.

"I have a surprise waiting for you at home," he said casually.

She shot him a look. "Let me guess. You’ve got a camera planted in my room for your filthy fantasies."

He laughed. "Tempting. But no."