Undressed By The Maf Chapter 74: That’s Just Crap

Chapter 74: That’s Just Crap

The mont he said it, she pulled him free, gasping softly but still holding him in her hand, fingers firm. She leaned back, eyes bright with triumph.

"What? What? What are you doing?" Luca looked down at her, incredulous.

"Rember? Orgasm denial," Vee said, lifting a brow. The mischief in her tone was like a spark in a dark room.

"Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding ," he muttered. Every inch of him responded to her, but more than that, his mind raced with conflicting thoughts—control versus surrender, desire versus discipline.

She bent over again, her mouth enveloping him once more. Luca’s instincts took over; he moved faster, working through the bindings that held his wrists then grabbed her hair.

"What the hell? How?" Vee gasped, startled and exhilarated, eyes wide with disbelief. "That’s cheating."

"I have to teach you how to tie soone up properly," he said. "That’s just crap. Co here."

He guided her head over him again, steadying her with his hands, giving her small gestures of reassurance. "Just relax, babe. I got you."

He moved his hips gently, watching her closely as he felt the tightrope of his own restraint stretch thinner and thinner. "Yeah, love. Hmmm."

Vee responded instinctively, fingers gripping him, her energy bold, demanding his attention and teasing his self-control.

"Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes," Luca murmured, the repetition rough in his throat. He increased the intensity slightly, mindful of her limits, aware of every shiver, every breath she took against him. Holding her steady beca a ga of surrender.

"Babe, fuck...I’m cumming," he warned, releasing at the exact mont he lifted her off him. She caught so of the aftermath in the face and he groaned in admiration.

Luca was breathing hard. "God, you give

the most amazing orgasms."

Vee chuckled, and let herself fall beside him on the bed.

"I wanna wake up this way every day," he laughed, turning his head to look at her. The laugh surprised him too. It was boyish.

"Was it good?" Vee asked. She turned onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow, studying his face.

"Do you even have to ask?" he said, scoffing softly, but his eyes didn’t leave hers.

"I an compared to..." She didn’t finish the sentence, but it was there. Compared to the others. Compared to experience.

Luca reached out and placed a finger on her lips, stopping the thought before it could wound them both. "Don’t do that," he said. "Don’t ever do that."

She stilled.

"You do not compare," he continued. "You’re not a asurent. You’re not a replacent. You’re amazing. You’re special. You’re remarkable. And I’ll fuck up anyone who makes you think otherwise."

"Do you want to have sex with

now?"

Luca exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down his face. "More than anything," he admitted. "But I won’t."

That made her frown. "Why?"

"Because you still think it’s so kind of paynt for saving your sister," he said, turning toward her fully now. "And I won’t fuck you under those terms."

"I did promise," Vee said, defensive reflex rising.

"Fuck that shit," Luca snapped, then softened imdiately. "I always wanted it to an sothing, Bambola. Okay, maybe not at first. At first, all I wanted to do was bury myself so deep inside you you’d feel

everywhere." A crooked smile tugged at his mouth. "I’m not pretending I’m a saint."

"But now," he went on, turning back to her, "now I want you to want

as much as I want you. Not because you owe . Not because you’re afraid. Because you choose . And like I said, you beg

to fuck you."

"We are back to that?" Vee rolled her eyes at him, flopping onto her side, hair splayed across the pillow.

"We never left it," Luca said. He shifted slightly, and his eyes flicked downward to his still erect cock. "Well damn... it’s never enough," he muttered.

"Thank you, Luca," she said softly.

"You already thanked ," he said, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"No, I... I really want you to know that I am grateful. You saved us when you didn’t have to."

"How about this? Go on a date with

tonight."

"Okay?" She lifted her brows, eyes sparkling.

"Heads up. I’m going to follow your lead. The last ti I was on a date, I was in High School." He admitted and Vee laughed softly.

"Wow... why?" she asked, tilting her head, curiosity edged with a playful smirk.

"I was being grood to take over. I was training in various countries under various masters. I didn’t have the ti," he explained.

"And that’s why you resort to quickies in your office?" Vee raised a brow.

"Kinda, yes. Besides, it’s less complicated. No expectations," he said.

"It’s sad,"

"No, it’s not," Luca countered imdiately. "It’s fun, but can we stop talking about that and concentrate on the date?"

"Yeah, what ti tonight?" Vee asked.

"7pm."

She nodded. "I’ll be ready." It ant she would show up open, exposed, willing to feel whatever he decided to give her.

"Of course, you’ll be," he said. "Because you are going shopping. Get your glam on. Spoil yourself. I want to see charges on that damn card I gave you or I am going to smack your ass until it’s all soft and red. You hear ?"

"Yes sir."

"Well, fuck ," he muttered, running a hand down his face. "You..." He laughed softly, shaking his head. "My sweet Bambola are going to annihilate ."

Vee smiled at him then, really smiled, her eyes bright, a little wicked. "I told you there was good in you."

"No, there isn’t, Vee. There isn’t. You think I am good because I got things done for you, because I protect what I want. But I’m not a good man, Bambola. I know exactly what I am and I’m okay with it. You should be too."

She leaned in and kissed him gently. Her lips were soft, but her intent was not. When her tongue slid against his, Luca sucked in a breath.