Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 74

Chapter 74: That’s Just Crap

The moment he said it, she pulled him free, gasping softly but still holding him in her hand, fingers firm. She leaned back, eyes bright with triumph.

"What? What? What are you doing?" Luca looked down at her, incredulous.

"Remember? Orgasm denial," Vee said, lifting a brow. The mischief in her tone was like a spark in a dark room.

"Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me," he muttered. Every inch of him responded to her, but more than that, his mind raced with conflicting thoughts—control versus surrender, desire versus discipline.

She bent over again, her mouth enveloping him once more. Luca’s instincts took over; he moved faster, working through the bindings that held his wrists then grabbed her hair.

"What the hell? How?" Vee gasped, startled and exhilarated, eyes wide with disbelief. "That’s cheating."

"I have to teach you how to tie someone up properly," he said. "That’s just crap. Come here."

He guided her head over him again, steadying her with his hands, giving her small gestures of reassurance. "Just relax, babe. I got you."

He moved his hips gently, watching her closely as he felt the tightrope of his own restraint stretch thinner and thinner. "Yeah, love. Hmmm."

Vee responded instinctively, fingers gripping him, her energy bold, demanding his attention and teasing his self-control.

"Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes," Luca murmured, the repetition rough in his throat. He increased the intensity slightly, mindful of her limits, aware of every shiver, every breath she took against him. Holding her steady became a game of surrender.

"Babe, fuck...I’m cumming," he warned, releasing at the exact moment he lifted her off him. She caught some of the aftermath in the face and he groaned in admiration.

Luca was breathing hard. "God, you give me the most amazing orgasms."

Vee chuckled, and let herself fall beside him on the bed.

"I wanna wake up this way every day," he laughed, turning his head to look at her. The laugh surprised him too. It was boyish.

"Was it good?" Vee asked. She turned onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow, studying his face.

"Do you even have to ask?" he said, scoffing softly, but his eyes didn’t leave hers.

"I mean compared to..." She didn’t finish the sentence, but it was there. Compared to the others. Compared to experience.

Luca reached out and placed a finger on her lips, stopping the thought before it could wound them both. "Don’t do that," he said. "Don’t ever do that."

She stilled.

"You do not compare," he continued. "You’re not a measurement. You’re not a replacement. You’re amazing. You’re special. You’re remarkable. And I’ll fuck up anyone who makes you think otherwise."

"Do you want to have sex with me now?"

Luca exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down his face. "More than anything," he admitted. "But I won’t."

That made her frown. "Why?"

"Because you still think it’s some kind of payment for saving your sister," he said, turning toward her fully now. "And I won’t fuck you under those terms."

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