Undressed By The Mafia God-Chapter 138: We Should Go

Her gaze lingered on her reflection. The sheer panels left nothing to the imagination, and she wasn’t wearing any underwear, just as he had instructed. A hot flush spread across her cheeks as she remembered the smoldering tone in his voice when he told her.

Only Luca could make an instruction like that feel simultaneously like a test, a dare, and an invitation. Only Luca could make her pulse race at the idea of being completely exposed, yet completely safe under his eyes.

Even thinking about him made her stomach flutter. The man was everything sinful, everything intoxicating. When he spoke, even casually, there was an underlying current of danger, a magnetism that made her want to surrender completely. She’d caught herself imagining throwing her panties at him in frustration.

There was no self-control in his presence. She had tried to resist, tried to keep some sense of decorum, but the moment he touched her, whispered her name, or even glanced at her with that consuming hunger, all restraint dissolved.

Her mind flickered to the evening ahead. With Luca, there was always more.

He had a way of taking everything ordinary and making it extraordinary, and she was hopelessly, irrevocably his.

Asides from the fact that he was a mob boss and already married, he would have made an amazing husband. For the first time in her life, she felt safe. Loved, in a way that was suffocatingly intense, unyielding, and possessive. A small, fleeting, entirely forbidden part of her had even considered what their child might look like.

She had let herself imagine it for a second—the impossibly sharp blue eyes of Luca softening as he held a tiny version of himself in his arms, the curve of a child’s lips mimicking hers, the chaos of their genetics blending into something so perfect it would make her heart ache.

But that thought was dangerous, intoxicating, and utterly impossible. She knew she couldn’t bring a child into this madness that was Veronica Scalese and Luciano Genovese.

The door opened at exactly 8pm, and her stomach did a somersault. She stepped out quickly, and there he was. The man had this infuriating, magnetic ability to make everything else fade. Okay, Luca always looked good, that was a fact. Whatever he wore, however he wore it, casual or formal, it didn’t matter.

He could have worn a burlap sack and still looked like he belonged in a magazine cover. But tonight, he looked... different. Like he had made the extra effort to obliterate any rational thought in her head, to strip her of both her mind and her pussy in one calculated swoop. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

He stood there, posture straight, chest broad, the hint of a tailored jacket enhancing the lines of his body, his hair perfectly tousled in that "I don’t try but I kill trying" way. His piercing blue eyes—eyes that had a history of making her knees go weak—were scanning her, consuming her, and for a terrifying, delicious second, she felt as though he could see every thought, every desire, every embarrassing, filthy fantasy she wasn’t even trying to bury.

And the way he looked at her, darkening eyes, a smoldering intensity that was entirely too much for one human being—made butterflies erupt in her stomach so fiercely she could have cried if she hadn’t been determined not to ruin her make-up.

Her mind tumbled over thoughts she didn’t want to have in public, dirty, wild thoughts that made her cheeks burn and her thighs ache. She wondered how many of them were written plainly on her face, how many of them he already knew. A tiny, rebellious, hornily panicked part of her wanted to fling herself at him, to let him rip every strip of garment from her body right there.

"I told you to dress up to go out, not dress up to make me want to stay home." Luca walked toward her slowly, and she couldn’t help but shiver under the intensity of his gaze.

"Maybe I want to stay home."

"We have to be a normal couple, Vee," he said, stopping in front of her. She could feel the heat radiating from him even before his gaze dropped, and when it did, it lingered on her legs in a way that made her knees weaken. "Even though you are making it incredibly hard right now, literally."

His fingers traced her bare shoulders lightly, before sliding down to entwine with hers, lingering there, then gliding down to her bare thighs.

"No underwear?" he asked.

"You said not to."

The corners of his lips lifted, approving, predatory. "Good girl."

Her stomach fluttered as his fingers traced beneath the hem of her dress, and her breath caught in her throat when they found exactly where he wanted them. His fingers slid through her slit with ease, and the gasp that escaped her was involuntary, wet with anticipation, hot with need.

"God..." he whispered, and the sound was animalistic. "Good God..."

Then, with inhuman restraint, he pulled his fingers back, clutching them briefly. She could feel the tension coiling in him, and a small, wicked thrill ran through her that she was the cause of it. Her own desire had always been like that around him—fiery, desperate, uncontainable—and seeing him struggle to maintain even a shred of composure made her feel both powerful and giddy.

"We should go..." His voice rasped, rough, a faint tremor betraying the hold he had on himself.

"Yeah." Her smile was mischievous, and a little victorious. She picked up her coat, sliding into it as the fabric brushed her skin, soft but insufficient to hide her body, and held on to his arm.

They moved outside to the courtyard. Marco was already waiting in the vehicle.

And as she slid into the back seat, she felt a flutter of anticipation for what was to come.

Luca was quiet as Marco drove them out of the estate, the vehicle gliding smoothly over the private road. His fingers flexed lightly on his thighs, subtle movements that betrayed the barely restrained tension coiled within him. Vee’s eyes followed the motion, a teasing smile tugging at her lips.