Undressed By The Mafia God-Chapter 121: Madre Di Dio

Pain was foreign to her, alien as a forgotten language. She had been born into a familia that demanded strength, obedience, and control. Weakness had no place. But pleasure—pleasure was a language she spoke fluently. Her hips collided with his in a rhythm that was desperate, insistent, beautiful.

Her body ignited as wave after wave of ecstasy tore through her. Muscles tensed, hips bucking involuntarily, breath hitching, cries spilling into the room. Her fingers moved from him to herself, clutching and twisting at her breasts, teasing her nipples until they burned under her touch, until the sting of desire was almost unbearable.

Luca grunted into the hollow of her neck, teeth grazing skin, vibrating in tandem with her frantic rhythm.

He wanted release. God, he wanted it, needed it, but every time he approached the precipice, it slipped away. His body was taut, muscles coiled, and yet the edge of satisfaction eluded him.

His gaze flicked to her distracted form, her back arching, her lips parted in pleasure. Then, he reached into the pocket of his shorts and withdrew the small, delicate piece of lace he had kept hidden. Veronica’s underwear. The scent was faint and the sight of it in his fist set a fire through him that even Bianca’s body could not fully douse.

He brought it to his face, inhaling sharply. His fingers clenched around the delicate fabric, a reminder of what waited oceans away.

Bianca, oblivious to his distraction, cried out again, her movements growing wilder, more urgent, almost frantic. Luca’s own breath hitched, muscles trembling as he balanced on the edge of two worlds—one immediate, one distant, one flesh, one obsession, one pleasure, one sin.

The scent in his hand had almost undone him.

It twisted through his senses. For a split second, the wrong name hovered at the back of his throat. A single slip and the fragile architecture of his marriage would collapse.

He swallowed it.

Buried it.

Bianca mistook the wildness in his movements for hunger. For a husband overwhelmed by her. She arched into him with a cry that echoed against the high ceilings. "Yes, Luca... Madre di Dio..." Her fingers clutched at him. "Luciano!" 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

He moved with relentless intensity, chasing release. Bianca’s body answered him eagerly, her pleasure cresting again, her face open and unguarded in ecstasy.

He felt the tightening of her body, the final wave of her climax rolling through her. A low, guttural sound torn from somewhere deep.

He grunted wildly, pulled out of her quickly and wrapped his cock with Vee’s underwear cumming hard into it.

Bianca shoved her nipple into his mouth, dragging out the tiniest of pleasure she still could.

He pulled the taut bud between his teeth, working through his orgasm.

He collapsed beside her and as discreetly as he had retrieved the underwear, he shoved it back into his short pocket.

Luca rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling. His chest rose and fell slowly as he wrestled his pulse back into something manageable. He felt split down the center. One half here, in Vienna, in a bed that symbolized alliance and obligation.

The other half... elsewhere.

Bianca turned onto her side, tracing slow circles across his chest with the tips of her fingers. "That was exquisite," she murmured softly.

"How long are you staying?" she asked.

"Why? Can’t get enough?" he asked, a lazy edge to his voice as he stared at the ceiling.

Bianca laughed softly, still tracing patterns against his chest. "If I ever tell you I’ve had enough, shoot me."

Luca slid both hands beneath his head, stretching slightly. "I’ll be taking a flight out as soon as I’m done talking to Father in the morning."

"So soon?" she asked, trying to keep the disappointment from sharpening her tone.

"I have work."

"You know he plans on punishing you for what you did to Julian?" she said quietly.

"I know."

Of course he knew. He had challenged the rules of the house.

"You can apologise to Julian," she suggested carefully.

He turned his head slowly to look at her.

"Over my dead body."

"Luciano... you know your father." Her fingers stilled against his chest.

"I can take it," Luca replied simply.

He rolled onto his side and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

"Go to sleep," he murmured. "Don’t worry about all of that."

But Bianca did worry.

If she couldn’t soften Luca, then she would have to go to the source of the grievance.

She lay still beside him, eyes open long after his breathing deepened.

*****

Across the courtyard, Julian stood by his balcony doors.

He watched until the movement ceased. Until Luca carried Bianca inside.

Only then did he reach forward and draw his own curtain shut.

He knew Luca had seen him.

Maybe that was why their father favored him. Because he was alert in ways that bordered on predatory. You could never sneak up on Luca. You could never catch him unaware. Even when he looked relaxed, even when he smiled, something behind his eyes remained watchful.

And whoever dared test that vigilance usually didn’t live long enough to regret it.

Julian leaned his forehead briefly against the cool glass.

First son.

Second choice.

Luca had everything.

Power. Money. The family name that opened doors and closed mouths. And on top of that, beside him stood Bianca. Beautiful, composed, untouchable Bianca.

Everyone saw her elegance. The carefully measured way she spoke around Luca, around their father. She knew when to lower her gaze, when to soften her voice.

But Julian saw the fire.

It flickered behind her eyes when she thought no one was watching.

Julian loved that part of her.

He moved toward his bed slowly. He sat down on the edge, pulled his phone from his pocket, and unlocked it with a familiar swipe.

He pulled up a picture of her he had taken months ago at a beach party.

Bianca stepping out of the water in a red bikini, droplets sliding down sunlit skin. Her hair slicked back, shoulders proud, hips swaying with unintentional confidence. She had laughed at something someone shouted from shore, unaware of how devastating she looked.

(Brought to you by Jennifer Willard. Thank you so much. I know that I am currently breaking your heart but do you really think Vee is just going to sit back and take this? uhn?)