Undressed By The Mafia God-Chapter 133: I Didn’t Want Her

Because she was right.

He had bound her with loyalty and jealousy, wrapped her in an arrangement that demanded everything from her and excused everything from him.

Behind him, Vee’s breathing grew uneven. The tears she had fought finally slipped free.

"I didn’t want her," he said quietly. The arrogance was gone now. "I wanted you."

But she stood there shaking, realizing that the power she held in this moment did not erase the imbalance between them.

"Bambola, do what you have to do." Luca said.

"I want to make you suffer as much as I am suffering, Luca. But this... I’m not cut out for this..." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

The paddle slipped from her fingers and hit the floor with a flat, defeated sound.

She was shaking.

"You’re weak!" Luca said, pushing himself up from the bowed position back onto his knees.

"Excuse me?"

He lifted his chin, wrists still bound behind him, eyes dark and intense. He wanted her fury back. He needed it. Anger meant engagement. Anger meant she still cared enough to fight. "You heard me. I fucked my wife when I have you, a wife I feel nothing for, a wife I do not love and hey... it was a good fuck. A fuck is a fuck right. But she is my wife and it will happen again and again and again. So if this is how you want to punish me for fucking my wife! Let it out! Use your fucking toys!"

He knew exactly where to press. Exactly which wound to reopen. He was provoking. Throwing gasoline over the embers, hoping the blaze would burn through her pain and leave only clarity behind.

But Vee felt understanding in that moment. He was trying to force her to accept his terms the only way he knew how, through violence, shock, extreme.

He wanted her angry not heartbroken but one didn’t come without the other.

Luca was a psychopath, she knew that, she understood that. Pain was his pleasure.

Nothing she had planned would penetrate that armor.

She was in love with a man who did not flinch from suffering. A man who could compartmentalize sex from love. A man who would endure bleeding if it meant keeping her.

Nothing physical would register.

So she dropped the performance entirely.

If she wanted to hurt him, truly hurt him, she would not strike his body.

She would strike his obsession.

And then she went for the jugular.

She moved behind him again, lowering herself to her knees. Her breath brushed against the back of his neck, warm, intimate, intentional. She made sure he felt it.

"You’re right! Its only fair. I cannot ask you not to make love to your wife..."

"I didn’t say anything about making love..." he argued quickly, jaw tightening.

"But I also have a choice. See, Luca, you do not realise that we can both be mad. I mean, there is no monopoly to madness. So, I am going to leave you here, tied up, on your knees and I am going to dress up... go out there and have a random man fuck me. I don’t care if he will be dead by morning. I got fucked anyways."

"Vee!" he shouted in alarm.

She felt it ripple through his body. The subtle tightening of his shoulders. The way his breathing shifted, no longer controlled but jagged at the edges.

"I’m going to suck his fucking cock until he is delirious. I’m going to cum a good number of times, have him take me again and again and again."

Each phrase pressed harder than any paddle strike.

She didn’t need to touch him now. None of her earlier torment compared to this.

This was his nightmare.

The idea of her choosing someone else. Of her wanting someone else. Of her enjoying someone else.

"Veronica!" The safe word tore out of him in a growl.

Vee rolled her eyes slowly. The great Luca, the man who claimed he would rather die, had folded the second the blade turned toward him.

He could endure pain. He could endure humiliation. He could endure physical dominance.

But the thought of her with another man?

That broke through every defense.

"I thought you would rather die than use it." she mocked him.

"Get me out of these cuffs!"

"Not until I have been properly fucked." She shoved him forward and rose to her feet in one smooth motion, walking toward the closet. She reached for a coat, fingers steady even if her pulse wasn’t. She wasn’t actually going to walk into the night and find a stranger. She wasn’t reckless.

But he didn’t know that.

"Fucking Veronica! Don’t you dare walk out that door!" The growl that tore out of him was panic.

The bedroom door shut behind her.

Luca’s breathing turned fast. The cuffs bit into his wrists as he twisted, testing the limits. He reached for his thumb and dislocated it.

The sickening pop echoed. A grunt escaped him, teeth clenched against the flash of pain. He had done it before. Countless times. Escaping restraints had once been a necessity. A skill. A survival tactic.

Just never for this reason.

He worked quickly, sliding his hand through the loosened cuff. The metal fell away from one wrist, dangling uselessly.

He was on his feet in seconds.

The ring still constricted him. The plug still seated deep, a humiliating reminder of where he had been moments ago. None of it mattered.

He moved down the hall fast, the faint jingle of metal following him.

He caught her just before she reached the front door.

His hand wrapped around her arm and jerked her back hard enough to spin her toward him.

"What the... how do you keep fucking doing that?" Vee gasped, genuine alarm breaking through her fury.

The cuffs were still swinging from his wrist. He looked almost feral standing there, naked, breathing hard, one hand hanging wrong.

Then, without warning, he reached for his injured thumb again.

Vee watched in horror as he gripped it and wrenched it back into place.

(Brought to you by Jennifer Willard)

The time difference kind of sucks but I will readjust my posting schedule so we get the Chapters while I am awake. And if there is a need for more, it will be gotten immediately instead of waiting until I wake up in the morning. Lol