Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64: Don’t Say No

He had her laid bare, the heat of his cock pressing against her slick folds, the promise of domination and pleasure electrifying the space between them. His hands gripped her hips, steady, demanding, ready to claim what he wanted. "Luca?" Vee’s pulse raced in her throat, her heart thudding painfully as reality collided with desire.

Something inside her screamed that this had gone too far, that the line had been crossed, her body didn’t respond with obedience but with resistance.

"Don’t say no, Vee! Fuck! Don’t say no," he growled, eyes burning with frustration, pupils dilated. Every inch of him screamed for release, for conquest, for the intimate proof that she was his in every possible way. But desire twisted into anger, impatience, and the raw, animalistic hunger that had been caged for too long.

"No!" she spat.

"Fuck!" he bellowed, releasing her with a violent shove that sent the sheets flying. He scrambled off the bed, legs unsteady, drunk on the lingering wine and his own pent-up need. Hands trembling, he grabbed the empty bottle beside him, shaking with frustration, and flung it against the wall.

The shards fell like scattered stars across the floor, glittering but dangerous, much like their own twisted connection.

"Luca!" Vee shouted, heart hammering, eyes wide at the violence of his anger and disappointment. She had never seen him unravel like this. It was terrifying and magnetic all at once.

"Go to your apartment, Vee, before I do something I will hate myself for," he growled.

Vee didn’t need a second warning. She scrambled from the bed, tangled sheets falling around her legs, and fled, muttering curses under her breath. Her hair was disheveled, eyes wild.

"Fuck!" Luca roared again, picking up the glass from the side table and hurling it at the mirror. The reflective surface shattered, fracturing his own image into jagged, dangerous pieces. He collapsed back onto the bed, chest heaving, mind spinning. How long would he wait for her to be ready?

*****

The next morning, Veronica opened the door as Marco arrived to pick up Valentina.

"Miss Scalese. Good morning," Marco said

"Ah...the original Marco." Vee’s lips curved into a smile. Marco was a man who could be terrifying in his intensity without ever raising his voice, that was why she had assumed he was the devil and not Luca.

"Yes, I am," Marco replied, Veronica could sense the tension in his stance. He was always that taut, immovable force.

"Tina tells me you have been good to her. Thank you."

"Just doing my job." Marco said.

"Thanks anyway. Come in," Veronica invited him. She wanted to extend normal courtesies. But Marco didn’t move. His rigid posture at the door, his careful stance, immediately made her uneasy.

"I’ll just wait out here," he said. He didn’t want to be in the same confined space as Luca’s woman, and Veronica couldn’t blame him. Marco’s refusal to enter the apartment fully, his self-imposed distance, was a shield both for him and for her.

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