Undressed By The Mafia God-Chapter 139: I’m Helplessly Crazy

She leaned slightly toward him. "Are you nervous about going out to dinner? I remember you said you hadn’t been on a date since high school."

He blinked at her, then shook his head. "No...no...it’s not that. I want to at least pretend tonight. Be a normal, respectful man. Someone who deserves you. It’s just... I’m mad, Vee. I’m helplessly crazy. Because the only thing I am currently thinking of doing to you right now is fucking you. That’s it."

Vee let out a soft chuckle. The honesty in his admission was intoxicating. "Would it help if I said I was thinking that too?" she asked.

His head snapped toward her slightly, eyes blazing with frustration. "Well, fuck no! It’s not helping. I..." He let out a sharp sigh, as if he was struggling to rein in the storm inside him. "Fuck! I love fucking you, don’t get me wrong. It’s the best part of my life, but...I want to be more. I want...I want to love you."

Her pulse quickened. His vulnerability, usually hidden behind the layers of authority, obsession, and danger, made her heart tighten. She glanced at Marco first, who was expertly focused on driving, hands steady on the wheel, eyes forward.

Without a second thought, she slid across, moving into Luca’s lap, her body pressing flush against his, the hardness of his cock immediately searing through her dress and into her skin. The contact was electric. His hands went immediately to her waist, gripping just enough to hold her steady, yet leaving room for the fire they both knew was inevitable.

Her chest pressed against his. She could feel the rapid thump of his pulse through the hard line of his body, and a thrill ran through her that made her teeth ache with suppressed desire.

"I’m trying," he murmured. His fingers slid lightly along her back, tracing the lace of her dress, teasing, holding, restraining. "I’m trying to be normal, Vee. I want to earn...everything with you. I want to be the man you deserve."

"Shhhh..." Vee shut him up with a finger pressed softly against his lips. The gesture was gentle, but the look in her eyes was anything but. There was heat there—dangerous, reckless heat that Luca knew very well. "There is nothing normal about us, Luca," she murmured. "Maybe don’t try too hard and just feel... let yourself feel, my love." She leaned forward and kissed him.

Slow.

Soft.

Not the desperate kind of kiss they often fell into when things spiraled out of control between them.

He held her close, one hand sliding to the back of her neck. "You want me to fuck you?" he asked bluntly. Luca had never been a man for poetic language. Subtlety had never really been his strength.

Vee simply nodded.

"Your words..." he groaned, rubbing a hand down his face in exaggerated frustration. "Bambola!"

"Yes," she said again.

"Here?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Now?" he confirmed, searching her face.

"Yes, Luca."

The certainty in her voice snapped the last thread of restraint he had been clinging to.

He pulled her firmly against him.

"Marco?" Luca called without looking away from her.

"Understood, boss," Marco replied.

There was a faint sound of the car slowing as Marco guided the vehicle toward the curb. The man had the remarkable ability to sound both completely professional and deeply unimpressed at the same time.

Luca kissed her again—this time harder, the restraint gone from it.

Marco finally parked and stepped out of the car without another word, closing the door with the discretion of a man who had clearly done this before, a lot of times. He leaned casually against the hood, arms crossed, scanning the street.

Vee’s fingers moved quickly to Luca’s belt, working it open with a kind of impatient confidence that made him laugh under his breath.

"You’re trouble," he muttered.

"I know."

The moment his cock was free, she adjusted herself, letting her body sink down against him.

A soft cry slipped from her lips.

Filled with pure, unfiltered pleasure.

Luca’s hands gripped her hips automatically, his head falling back against the seat for a second as a low breath escaped him.

"Madonna..." he muttered. Luca kept his eyes on her, studying every shift in her expression. The beauty in her face, the pleasure trembling in her voice, the restless writhing of her body against his—it was all intoxicating.

His hands rested firmly on her hips, guiding her rhythm, helping her move against him in the cramped space of the backseat.

"God, I love this!" she moaned.

A proud smirk tugged at Luca’s mouth.

Of course she did.

His sweet Vee—his sharp-tongued, impossible Veronica—was a wild one. He had known it from the moment he met her. She carried fire in her bones and temptation in every glance.

And he knew exactly how she liked to be touched.

How she liked to be pushed.

Hard.

Fast.

Rough.

The problem was the car. The confined space made it nearly impossible to give her everything she wanted.

"Bambola..." he muttered under his breath.

Vee only moved faster.

The small backseat had become a battlefield of tangled limbs, and reckless desire. Her dress had ridden up around her thighs, and Luca’s hand slid upward before he tugged the bodice of the dress forward.

The fabric stretched.

Then slipped.

Revealing her breasts.

He reached forward and pinched her nipples between his fingers.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck!" she gasped, bouncing on top of him faster.

Luca’s smirk widened.

That was the sound he had been waiting for.

He pinched harder, giving her the pain she needed for her pleasure to build. His eyes began to cloud as his own control started to slip.

God help him, this woman was going to be the end of him.

"Bambola, you’re killing me," he grunted.

With Vee, everything turned reckless.

He liked it, loved it, adored, it, savoured it, worshipped it.

Vee arched her back suddenly, her head falling against the driver’s seat as her body rolled against his. She ground against him, while her fingers reached down to touch her clit.

Luca’s eyes darkened as he snatched her hands away. "When you need more," he growled, spanking her ass hard as a warning, "you tell me."

He couldn’t deny her anything, he didn’t even bother to try anymore.

Luca yanked her close and turned her to kneel on the seat, her back arching slightly against him. She shivered instinctively, anticipation coiling in her gut.

He knelt behind her, letting his hands rest on her hips before pushing into her again. The impact sent sharp, undeniable shocks through her body, a deep, instinctual moan escaping her lips. She braced herself against the window with one palm.

"Luca!" she cried.

Every movement, every reaction she gave, made his heart pound and his pulse spike. He watched the subtle shifts in her back, the tightening of her muscles, heard the small whimpers and gasps that spilled from her mouth. The car rocked slightly under their combined weight and motion, adding a surreal rhythm to the chaos.

Her fingers dug into his thigh as he drove harder.

His own hand wrapped around her throat pushing her down hard to meet his thrusts making her moans sound like choking.

He groaned low in response. He felt her tightening around him, felt the heat spike, knew instinctively when she was about to reach her apex.

And then she did with a scream. The friction, the sensation, the extra lubrication, it all hit him hard. Every muscle tensed, every breath caught in his chest, and he moved through his release with a grunting, primal intensity.

When it was over, they both sagged together, hearts hammering in sync. Luca pressed a kiss to the nape of her neck.

He rested his forehead against her shoulder, and she leaned back into him, their bodies still entwined.

Luca slowly withdrew his cock from her wetness. He fished a handkerchief out of his pocket, his fingers brushing against her skin as he pulled her legs onto his thighs. The gesture was intimate as he wiped her clean. "When we get back home," he murmured, "I’m going to eat your pussy so hard, you won’t be walking for days."

Vee chuckled. "Oh Lord..." she whispered. There was nothing normal about them. Nothing quiet. Nothing restrained. They couldn’t get enough of each other.

When they had regained a semblance of decency, straightened clothes, and a more presentable posture, Luca tapped on the window. Marco, who had been leaning casually against the car, returned without a word, slipping into the driver’s seat and starting the engine.

Vee giggled softly, pressing herself against Luca’s chest. "Do you think he’s offended?" she whispered into his ear.

"You started it," Luca said, smirking. "You ask him."

"God, no," she laughed.

Luca let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "It’s fine," he said, running a hand down her arm as she leaned into him. "I’m sure he’ll be visiting Dante himself later tonight."

Vee’s eyes sparkled with mischief. "Dante must be feeling the effect of your loss in his business," she teased, smirking.