Undressed By The Mafia God-Chapter 134: You Broke Your Finger

A painful groan tore from him before he swallowed it down.

Her eyes went wide. "You... you broke your finger?!"

When the sharpest edge of pain passed, he lifted his gaze to her.

And that look.

It was dark and violent. Not directed at her, not exactly. His pupils blown wide.

Vee instinctively took two steps back.

He saw the flicker of fear in her expression.

The anger drained from his face almost instantly.

He stilled. His shoulders lowered. "I’m never going to hurt you, Vee," he said. "Don’t look at me like that." He looked wounded when he said it.

"But you did hurt me." 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"You asked me questions you knew were going to hurt you," he replied.

"I needed to know," she shot back, "Because I guess I hoped that you wouldn’t..." Her voice trailed off, the rest of the sentence too naïve to survive being spoken.

That you wouldn’t want her.

Tears gathered in her eyes. "You swore you would never hurt me! And yet you did! You did!"

"Vee, I... I..." He started to reach for her, then thought better of it. He bit down hard on whatever instinct he had to dominate. "I’m an idiot," he said finally. "I realised I was an idiot the moment it was done." He looked away briefly, jaw working. "I told myself it wasn’t something I could get out of. I told myself it was family expectations." He exhaled sharply. "I told myself that if I didn’t do it, people would start looking too closely. Asking questions. And if attention turned to you..." He stopped. "I thought I was protecting you," he finished.

"Why would attention turn to me?" Vee asked, confusion softening the sharp edges of her anger.

"They know about you..." Luca dragged a hand down his face, exhaling slowly. "That’s not my point," he said. "My point is... I was a coward. I didn’t think," he continued, "that I would be hurting you by fucking her. I didn’t. All of my life, a fuck was just that...a fuck. A release. It never meant anything." His eyes lifted to hers. "Until you, Bambola. You changed it," he said. "You made it matter. And I didn’t adjust fast enough."

Vee’s throat tightened.

"And I hear you," he added. "I hear you. It will not happen again."

"You can’t promise me that," she whispered.

"I am giving you my word, Vee," he replied, stepping closer but not touching her yet. "It will not happen again. I will never be the reason you are hurt, ever again."

She looked down at his wrist then, at the dangling cuff, at the faint redness around his skin.

"So you could get out of the cuffs all this time?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.

A ghost of a smirk tugged at his mouth. "Yeah."

"You dramatic asshole."

He huffed a quiet laugh. "I’m standing here, cock running out of blood, my ass plugged, thumb freshly relocated, and the only thing I want to tell you is that I fucking love you."

A small, incredulous chuckle escaped her. "Not obsessed with me anymore?"

"Oh, I’m still obsessed with you," he replied without hesitation. "That part is incurable. Terminal." His eyes softened. "But I also love you. And I will take any kind of humiliation to keep a smile on your face, Bambola," he continued. He glanced pointedly at his jailed member. "Now please, for heaven’s sake, get the ring off before my cock loses circulation and dies."

She rolled her eyes, but she moved toward him. "You can get yourself out of cuffs, you can’t get out of a cock ring?" she sighed.

"Maybe I just want you to touch it." Luca gave her a smirk that made her laugh. His shoulders eased at the sound.

"Don’t do that to me again."

"If it ever happens again, I will give Marco specific instructions. You kill me and Marco will help you get rid of my body."

Veronica shook her head. "The things you say..." She shrugged off her coat, letting it slide down her arms. From the pocket she pulled the small cuff key, stepping closer again.

The final restraint clicked open and dropped to the floor.

She reached for his cock carefully.

He sucked in a sharp breath as his body answered her touch without hesitation. Blood rushed back into him, heat returning, need rising fast and unfiltered.

"On second thought..." His hand closed around her fingers. He trapped her hand there, pressing her palm more firmly against him, claiming the contact. "Leave it." He leaned in and kissed her. "I was going crazy..."

Another kiss. Slightly deeper. His lips lingered longer this time.

"All I needed was you..."

Again. His mouth found hers like it had memorized the path.

"Couldn’t get you off my head..."

Again. His breath mixed with hers. His grip on her hand tightened just enough to show he meant every word.

"Couldn’t stop thinking about you..."

Again. His thumb brushed along her jaw.

He lifted both hands and cupped her face. "I don’t know what you have done to me..."

Again. This kiss slowed, deepened.

"But you should be proud, Bambola."

Again. His forehead brushed hers between breaths.

"You brought the devil to his knees."

And the final time, he deepened the kiss.

Vee met him back with as much vigour. Whatever anger still lived in her dissolved beneath the urgency of her hands. She had missed him. Missed the heat of him. Missed the way his touch felt less like inevitability. When Luca touched her, he claimed her with the same intensity he brought to every other part of his life.

He tore the lingerie from her body in one decisive motion, fabric surrendering without ceremony. In the next breath, he lifted her effortlessly, her thighs instinctively wrapping around his hips.

He didn’t carry her far. Just enough to press her back against the nearest wall.

Days of tension, of denial, of punishment had coiled inside him, and now it snapped.

He had been hard for too long. Wanting for too long. Starved for too long.

(Brought to you by Jennifer Willard)