Undressed By The Mafia God-Chapter 179: I Don’t Understand This

"I don’t understand this..." she admitted.

"You will," Luca replied. "You’ll learn. You have to." He shifted slightly, ignoring the protest of his body. "Marco will get you back to the hospital."

"No... no..."

"Bambola...You’re recovering from a gunshot wound. You need to be in the hospital. I would suggest using my clinic in the main building, but I want you far away from my father. He has made it his mission to test your resilience."

Luca leaned closer. "And I’d rather you didn’t break," he murmured.

Because if she did... he wasn’t entirely sure what would be left of him either.

"I hate him. I’m sorry. I do. I hate him."

Luciano reached out, brushing her hair from her face. "I know," he said quietly. "You will learn to love him. Vee... he is a Don. He cannot afford to show weakness, not even to his own kids."

Veronica shook her head, her lips trembling. "I don’t want to love him. I can’t."

Luca’s lips curved into a slow smile. "Fine. I’ll love him for you," he said pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Her body shivered under his touch.

"I got you a house," he murmured against her temple. "In your name. You’ll move in there as soon as you feel better. It’s much bigger than this annex. More space. More...freedom."

"Right... a kept woman," she muttered, bitterness dripping from each word.

"Hey!" Luca snapped. "Don’t... don’t ever cheapen what we have, Bambola. Ever!" His hand pressed lightly against her cheek.

"Marry me instead, Luca. Why not just marry me? Would this end if you married me?"

He exhaled sharply, a breath laden with unspoken regrets. "I would... God, I wish I could." His hand tightened slightly around hers. "But it’s...good to know that if I proposed, you would say yes."

Her reaction was a smack to his chest. He winced in pain.

"Shit!" Her eyes widened, panic flashing across her features. "I’m sorry! I’m sorry. I..."

"I know," he murmured, his fingers brushing hers where they rested on his chest. "I know, Bambola. You’re allowed to hit me. You’re allowed to yell. You’re allowed to hate me. But don’t you dare...ever doubt that I will always be just yours. Always."

"I...Luca..."

To shut her up, he lifted her chin, tilting her face to his. Their lips met, tongues tangling, lips pressing. God, he’d missed this—her warmth pressed against him, her body soft and pliant, her surrender. In his arms, in his bed, she belonged entirely to him, and he to her, in a dangerous, irrevocable way that no one else could touch.

"Luca..." she whispered, a tremor in her voice. "You’re injured."

He let out a soft, wry laugh, dragging his lips along the line of her jaw and down to the curve of her neck. "I once told you," he murmured, "I could be bleeding out on a sidewalk somewhere, and I would still make you cum."

His fingers found her body next. One hand cupped her breast briefly, before sliding lower, tracing the plane of her hips down to her thighs. Veronica’s muscles tensed in anticipation, the smallest shiver betraying her readiness.

His fingers disappeared into her underwear, and she gasped softly, head tilting back, breath catching. The ache inside her deepened, matched only by the thrum of her pulse against his hand.

"Don’t stress, love," he murmured, his blue eyes locking onto hers. "Don’t flex. Relax. I’ll get you there."

Veronica fought the tremor that threatened to betray her, letting herself sink into his gaze. It was dangerous, consuming, intoxicating. Her hands twitched, wanting, aching, but she held them still.

He began circling her clit with his fingers, teasing and testing.

Vee tried to inch closer, to bridge the distance with her body, but her muscles wouldn’t obey her, stiff with the ache of wanting, of anticipation, of the delicious torment of restraint.

"I said, stay," he warned. She met his gaze, understanding the command, surrendering to it even as her body quaked with desire.

Her lips parted, breath hitching with every circle of his fingers, every ghost of a kiss trailing down her neck. Dark, heady, intoxicating—this was the dangerous, twisted love she had fallen into, and she would not, could not, walk away from it.

He slipped two fingers inside her, moving in and out, drawing out her moans. Savouring her wetness around his fingers, before curving them and hitting her sweet spot, coaxing her into a tension that had her lips parting instinctively, breath hitching. She trembled beneath him, every nerve taut, every heartbeat a drum in her chest.

"Easy, babe... easy," he murmured. "I got you. I got you, love. You don’t have to rush."

Her body ached with want, and her gaze flickered up to meet his. "I want to suck your dick, Luca..." she whispered.

"Whatever you want," he said, lips brushing against her temple. "I’m yours. Whatever you need."

"I want you to cum in my mouth, I want you all over me. I want..." she faltered, the rest of her confession trapped as her orgasm began to build.

"I’ll give you anything you want," Luca said softly. "You want all of me, take it."

The shiver that had been building finally broke free.

She came all over his fingers, swearing and cursing like a sailor. Her breath came in quick, ragged gasps. He laughed quietly.

Vee slid down gently, making sure not to jostle her injured thigh. She pulled his pants down just enough for his cock to be set free. Her gaze met his, need flickering in her eyes. Then she let her tongue slide along his length, tracing him with a teasing little dance over the tip.

Luca’s fingers tangled in her hair, holding her. The anticipation of her mouth around his cock was unbearable, an ache coiling through him. She took her time, teasing him with soft licks and kisses, savoring every moment as if drawing it out deliberately. Precum glistened on her lips, a testament to the control he had over her and her over him. Her fingers joined in pleasuring him.

(This is to 200 power stones and also quite a refreshing Chapter after all the heartache today. Jeez! On to 400 power stones, people.)