Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 545

Chapter 545: I Don’t Want A Divorce

"No!" She yanked at the bag again, harder this time. Her heel slipped. She lost balance, her body pitching backwards with a startled gasp.

He caught her, one arm locking around her waist and dragging her against him. Val crashed into his chest. Marco held her there, breathing hard.

She fit against him too perfectly. His body knew hers as home. she whispered into his shirt. "Marco. Please. I don’t want a divorce." Her voice shattered. "I was scared. I am scared. But I don’t want to lose you."

His arm tightened around her. The bag hung uselessly between them, still caught in one of her hands, the handle twisted from their little war. "You cannot keep me by force," he murmured and then let go of the bag. "You can keep that." He began to walk to the door.

Valentina hurried forward and jumped on his back.

"For fuck’s sake!" Marco barked, staggering a step as her arms locked around his shoulders. "Val! You’ll hurt yourself!"

"What the hell do you think this is going to do to me?"

Marco sighed in exasperation and walked to the bed. "Get off me. Valentina." He reached back, caught her carefully, and yanked her off him. She landed on the mattress with a soft bounce, but before he could straighten, she was on her knees again, gripping his shirt.

"Let’s just talk about this," she cried. "Please. I don’t have anyone, Marco. I don’t." She clutched tighter.

"You’re hurting me," he said, pressing one hand to his chest. "In here. I have a job that needs me at one hundred percent at all times," he continued, each word strained. "I cannot afford this."

"I’m sorry." She wrapped her arms around his torso, burying her face against him. "I’m sorry, please. I’ll do anything. Don’t leave me." Val rose onto her knees on the bed, bringing herself level with him, and held his face between her palms. Her hands were shaking. Her eyes were soaked. She looked so young, so terrified.

"Please..." she whispered and kissed him frantically, everywhere.

His forehead. The corner of his mouth. His lips. Again and again, coaxing, begging, crying against his skin as if she could convince him with pieces of herself because words had failed them both.

"I cannot lose you," she said between kisses. "Please. Please..." She covered his lips with hers properly then.

His palm came behind her neck. He kissed her back. Valentina sobbed into his mouth. "You can’t keep doing this," he muttered against her lips.

"I’m sorry. I will be stronger. I promise."

His mouth found hers harder.

"I missed you," she whispered, kissing him again and again until she felt him crumble in her arms. "I really missed you, baby."

Marco did not need any more words. He had been starved for weeks anyway. He caught the hem of her summer dress and pulled it over her head. Val reached for him at once, dragging at his shirt, his belt. She was crying still, breathless with relief and want and terror. He pushed her back onto the mattress.

She went willingly, pulling him with her, legs parting around his hips before he even asked. His mouth came down on her throat, hungry enough to make her fingers dig into his shoulders. She shivered beneath him, her breath breaking as his hand moved over her body.

(Just so you all know, I’m kinda rolling my eyes right now. Smh... men)

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When Luca arrived home that morning after Veronica had sent him to the store to get some things for the barbecue later that evening, he arrived with a truck.

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