Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87: Pull Your Underwear Down

Luca’s fingers traced the edge of the ice across her skin, the cold shocking against her warmth in delicious contradiction. He ran it slowly up and down her neck, across her collarbones, over the length of her arms. Then, with the same teasing calculation, he slid the cube over the soft curves of her thighs, positioning her so that her feet were planted firmly on the ground, rooting her in the moment while he dominated the space around her.

Every inch of her skin that felt the ice was suddenly alive, vibrating with heat and a raw, urgent need she couldn’t contain.

"Luca..." Vee gasped. Her body was betraying her, craving him even as her mind screamed caution.

"Pull your underwear down, sweetie," he murmured, a command that was velvet-soft, slicing through the fog of sensation he had conjured. She obeyed immediately, shimmying out of the lace material.

He pressed the ice to her core, sliding it between her folds with a meticulous rhythm, teasing her up and down. Vee’s shivers became tremors as his fingers traced her most sensitive places, her hands gripping his thighs to remind herself she wasn’t dissolving entirely into him.

Her back arched instinctively, chasing the pleasure he offered and yet trying to resist the complete surrender he demanded.

Letting go of the ice cube, one finger entered her, then two, then three, each a silent assertion of his dominance and knowledge of her body. She writhed against him, caught between ecstasy and the pang of emotional vulnerability he provoked. He whispered in a low, dark murmur that brushed against her ear, "I like it when you get wet before I’ve even started. Tells me how much your body craves my touch."

"Keep going, Luca..." she breathed out.

He teased her without pause, drawing her closer with each subtle stroke, back arching away from him in a dance of submission and defiance. She was running away from him in every arch and curve, chasing the pleasure he wielded, and yet there was no escape from the storm he had ignited in her body.

Every inch of her skin remembered his hands, every nerve hummed with the ache of desire, every breath was a silent acknowledgment that Luca was both her torment and her sanctuary, the one who could make her surrender so completely that she almost forgot the world outside.

Even as his fingers worked with the precision of someone who knew exactly how to bend her, a flicker of her mind—the part that still feared losing herself—remained sharp, and she realized how dangerously addictive this was. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

"Make me cum, Luca. Please."

"Do you trust me?" His hand drifted to her neck.

If he had asked her to walk into the fire with him right then, to tumble willingly into chaos, she would have said yes without hesitation. Her entire body shivered as she nodded, heart hammering, her pulse a wild drum against her ribs. She trusted him, all of him, even as every rational thought screamed that she was about to give herself over completely.

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