Undressed By The Mafia God-Chapter 184: I Only Had One Before

"Would you help me with my zip?" she asked, turning her back to him.

Luca’s lips curved into a slow smirk as he stepped closer, his fingers finding the zipper. He paused there for a second, his breath brushing lightly against her neck.

"I’m still not going to fuck you yet, Bambola," he murmured.

"Ugh... come on!" she groaned, tilting her head back slightly, exposing more of her neck.

His fingers dragged the zip down slowly.

"I’ll make you cum as many times as you want..." he continued, "...but I’m not fucking you."

"Do you want me to beg you again?" she shot back, turning her head just enough to glance at him over her shoulder, her eyes glinting with challenge.

Luca huffed a quiet laugh. "You just gave me two reasons not to have sex with you, love," he said, his fingers brushing lightly against her skin as the dress slipped further. "I only had one before."

"And what is the second?" Vee asked, shrugging out of the dress and letting it fall carelessly to the floor, leaving her standing there in just her underwear.

Luca’s gaze darkened, dragging slowly over her. "You don’t trust me," he said finally.

"Luca," she replied, turning fully to face him now, "there isn’t some kind of meter attached to your dick. Even if you went off and fucked those fifty women in Italy, I would not know."

"Well, true," he admitted, a corner of his mouth lifting slightly.

"So what’s the point?" she pressed.

Luca exhaled slowly, his gaze holding hers for a moment longer before he stepped forward.

He reached for her.

One arm slid beneath her knees, the other around her back, lifting her effortlessly off the ground.

He carried her to the bed and placed her gently on it.

Luca stood over her, his chest rising and falling slowly, his restraint visibly thinning with every passing second. The distance between them felt fragile.

He climbed onto the bed slowly. His hand came up, brushing lightly against her cheek.

"I miss you, Luca. I miss you inside me," she whispered, her fingers curling lightly into his shirt. "I miss how you make me feel... like I am the only woman in existence."

"Okay..." he murmured. "But promise me something."

"Anything."

Luca exhaled slowly, his forehead nearly brushing hers now, his gaze locked onto her. "The next time you have a gun aimed at you," he said, "for the love of God... keep your fucking mouth shut."

Vee frowned slightly. "Hey! I’m territorial. I can’t help it," she argued.

"You want me to fuck you or not?"

"I promise," she said quickly. "I promise."

"Okay..." Luca muttered. "Now that it seems like you’ll promise me anything just to get what you want... maybe I should revisit the issue of us—"

"You better swallow the rest of those words," she cut in immediately, her eyes narrowing despite the softness of her position beneath him, "if you still want to be granted entry into this house."

"Yes, ma’am."

Vee chuckled as he leaned over her again. "I love you, you crazy man," she murmured.

"No," he said quietly. "That’s my line now. We switched, remember?"

Her brows lifted slightly, amusement flickering back into her expression. "I thought whatever is yours is mine."

"You do make excellent points. In that case, I’m obsessed with you," Luca said, leaning down to kiss her. "You’re the air I breathe, Bambola," he added, his lips brushing hers before trailing downward. He said it again against her skin, kissing her neck slowly. His fingers found her bra strap, sliding it down with intent to expose one breast to him.

"I cant get enough of your perfect body," he murmured. He kissed the top of her chest.

Then, sticking his tongue out to flick on her nipple, he let out a quiet, satisfied,

"Hmmm..." against her skin.

His hand moved again, as he slid the other strap down. Exposing the second breast to him.

His fingers took one nipple while his mouth took the other, dividing his attention.

Veronica hugged his head tighter to her chest as he pleasured her, her fingers threading into his hair. Her chest pushed into him like she wanted him to swallow all of her.

He responded without hesitation, his touch and mouth working in tandem, relentless in their rhythm.

Her nipples hardened further, urging him on, her body reacting to every careful movement he made.

A soft sound escaped her as her thighs came around him, pulling him closer.

Her core sought friction instinctively, her body chasing the pleasure he was building.

Luca followed her cue, attentive even in his intensity, reading her like a language he knew by heart.

He gave her what she wanted down there, his thigh moving gently along her heat, feeding the growing tension between them.

He lapped at her nipple, sucking, biting, coaxing the sweetest moans from her, each sound feeding his hunger.

The rhythm of it grew more intense, more desperate.

He pulled away from her, breath uneven, eyes darkened with need.

Quickly, he shed his own clothes, movements rushed, impatient.

He returned to her body like he was being chased, like time itself was against him.

He slid his hard cock between her breasts, sandwiching himself between her softness.

Moving in and out of the space he had created for himself, he set a steady pace.

The friction drew a low sound from him, his control slipping further with each motion.

He threw his head back in ecstasy, surrendering fully to the moment.

Vee reached down, cupping his ass and squeezing, her fingers digging in just enough to make him hiss.

"Fuck!" he growled. He pulled away from her then, realizing she had made it her mission to be his undoing.

Her mischievous grin only fueled his desire. He slid her underwear off.

Then he turned her chest to the mattress, pressing her down gently.

His lips brushed along her shoulder as he leaned close. "You remember your safe word?" he asked.

"Crimson," she replied, eyes gleaming.

(Brought to you by Mrs B)

Just had to slip this in here before I mess with all you guys emotions once more.