Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63: It’s Never Enough

She paused, hands stilling on the sheet. "Yes, I did."

"Why?"

"Because you’re drunk. And because if you wake up sick and miserable tomorrow, you’ll be even more unbearable than usual."

Luca’s hand slipped out from beneath the linen and closed around her fingers.

"Why are you here, Vee?" he asked quietly.

"I came to say thank you for bringing me my sister."

He nodded once and sank deeper into the pillow. The movement felt dismissive, as if her thanks were a formality he didn’t need.

Vee hesitated, reading his silence all wrong. They fought too often, screamed too loud, bled each other with words that never quite healed. Maybe he thought she was lying. Maybe he thought she was here out of obligation. So she leaned down, ignoring the warning bells in her head, and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

Luca opened his mouth to her, his hand sliding into her hair. His lips were warm, tasting faintly of whiskey and smoke, and Vee forgot every reason she had sworn never to cross this line again.

She pulled back.

No fucking way. With a sharp tug, Luca dragged her down, the mattress dipping under their combined weight. Vee yelped as she landed on top of him, palms splayed against his chest, instantly, painfully aware of his hard erection beneath the sheets.

"It’s never enough," Luca whispered, his forehead resting against hers, breath uneven now. "With you, it’s never enough. I am constantly hard. I am molesting myself every single day, moaning your name like a freaking creep."

"You are a creep," Vee chuckled.

His hand slid from her hair to her jaw, tilting her face so she had no choice but to look at him. His eyes were dark, intense, too sober for a drunk man. "I want all of you."

"You’re my obsession," he whispered.

Vee’s face remained calm, unreadable. She had always known this about him. She just hadn’t heard him say it so plainly, without threat to dress it up.

"Can I touch you?" she asked.

Luca inhaled sharply, his chest rising hard beneath her. His body had already betrayed him, his cock thick and aching beneath the sheets, his pulse loud in his ears. He forced himself to slow down, to think, to regain footing on ground that was slipping fast. "Where?" he asked.

She didn’t answer.

Vee’s fingers slid under the sheet. Her nails traced his chest, slow enough to drive him insane. Luca sucked in a breath through his teeth, his jaw tightening.

Her fingers brushed his nipples. He cursed under his breath.

Her hand slipped past the waistband of his pyjamas and closed around his hard cock. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

He turned his head, eyes blazing. "You want to break me."

"I want you finished," she corrected coolly. "By me."

With one hand, Luca pulled her close, trapping her body against his. Their lips collided, tongues clashing in a heated war for dominance, each tasting the other. His other hand gripped hers with unyielding intent, guiding her, teaching her without words how to drive him to the edge, how to pull every raw, dark pleasure from him.

He pressed her hand tighter against his cock, adjusting her fingers, quickening her pace, his moans deep and ragged in her mouth as their kiss became both battle and surrender.

Vee learned quickly. She matched him, moved with the rhythm he demanded, sensing every subtle shift in his body, every groan, every tightening of muscles. The strength in his chest flexed under her palms as he ground against her hand, and she reveled in the raw power beneath her fingers. Luca’s breathing grew ragged, his neck strained, every muscle taut with the intensity of his need.

The sheets twisted and bunched beneath them. When he broke the kiss, it was against his will, lips trembling, tongue still glistening with her taste, his body rigid and coiled, his abs flexed under the strain, every vein standing out in stark relief.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he groaned, his head falling back into the pillow, eyes closed tight as his release finally claimed him. His hips jerked, slamming against her hand as shudders racked through him, his cum spilling over her fingers, sliding onto the sheets. "Fuck!!!" he screamed again, ragged, animalistic.

Vee’s eyes remained locked on him, watching every muscle tighten, every gasp, every expression of raw, unguarded pleasure, and for the first time in a long time, she felt an unshakable sense of power. She whispered, "This...this is the Luca I like,"

Luca didn’t let her have a moment to savor it. In one swift, fluid movement, he flipped them over, his body pressing down on hers, taking dominance again as naturally as breathing. "I told you, it’s never enough," he growled, lips trailing down her throat, teasing, kissing, nipping at her skin in a way that made her shiver.

He left marks along her collarbone and down to her chest, lips finally closing over her nightdress-covered nipple, sucking, biting, groaning with the intensity of his need. His fingers slipped lower, finding her slick, warm and ready for him, and he groaned—a deep, guttural sound of craving—when he felt how wet she was, how desperate her body had become for his touch. "Jesus..." he muttered, every word dripping with hunger, possessiveness, and unrestrained need.