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Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 167

Luca’s POV

I felt my face breaking into a daring grin and I dropped my now empty hand against her waist, and I used my grip on her back to tug her forward on the counter until her body was pressed close against mine with only a breath of space preventing our stomach from touching, and her hot tights pressed against the sides of my hips firmly.

“You still want a taste?” I asked, as I pressed my face forward until my nose was brushing against hers. She nodded her head instantly, her tongue sliding out to lick over her lower lip.

“Come get it then.” I murmured, and then I shifted my face backwards until there was a lot of space between our faces, with our bodies still pressed against each other, and my hand still gripping her waist.

I watched as her eyes got all glassy as her eyelids lowered even more and she blinked a couple of times before taking her lower lip between her teeth, as she started to worry her teeth over it. She raised her head up slightly once again and locked eyes with me before starting to speak.

“Um, from your bottle, right?” She stuttered out in a small voice and I breathed out a laugh before moving closer towards her and kneading the side of her waist a little, and I watched as her lips parted to release a quiet whimper.

“That’s what you want a taste of, isn’t it?” I asked in a low voice, with my eyes watching her every facial expression, and she nodded her head in the next second, as her thighs tightened around my hips for a moment, before she relaxed her hold in the next second.

I took a swig of the drink after raising the bottle up and the heat of the drink burned down the back of my throat, and as I lowered the bottle, Sofia wasn’t staring at the bottle and was instead staring at my mouth with her lips pasted a little.

I took another mouthful of the drink and reached beside her on the counter to place the bottle of scotch beside her glass of orange juice, and then I tipped her head up by cupping the side of her face with my cold hand, and she shivered a little as my cold hand made contact with her cheeks.

I lowered my head and took her lips in a kiss, throwing aml cautions to the wind in that particular moment. I gripped her face firmly and moved my lips against hers, nudging her lips open and delving in deep in the next second. The taste of the last mouthful of scotch I had taken was still remaining a little around my lips and tongue, and so I slipped my tongue into her mouth after a moment, stroking it against hers and against the roof of her mouth.

I felt her start to vibrate against me, her thighs tightening at the sides of my hips and I squeezed and kneaded her waist, tugging her against me as I held her face firmly in place for her to receive my kiss and do nothing but take it as intensely as I was giving it to her.

I lifted my head and pulled out of the kiss after a few moments more and she let out a low moan as her body shook against mine in a really intoxicating way.

I could feel my control slipping off my fingers in that particular moment, and what started to worry me, was the fact that I knew that at this very moment, after taking her lips in a deep kiss some moments, I wanted to do some other things to her, and I wasn’t going to stop until I’ve done those things to her.

I moved my hand which had been holding her face, into her hair, and I tugged on the roots of her hair after a moment, and her head fell backwards willingly as a drawn out moan fell out of her lips, with her eyes fluttering helplessly. I tugged on her hair even more and watched as a whimper slid past her parted lips, and at this point, her thighs were gripping my hips really hard and firmly.

“Bunny…” I started to murmur against her jaw, with my eyes fixed on her exposed throat, and my mouth dying to feast on that expanse of clear skin.

She couldn’t respond, or perhaps she tried to, because all that ended up escaping her lips was a stuttered moan which went straight to my head and dick at once.

“You’re going to be the end of me.” I breathed out against her jaw as I pressed a kiss into the same spot, just as I squeezed on her waist some more. I dragged my lips past her jaw, and down the long and exposed coloum of her throat. I dragged my lips towards her ear and felt her start to shiver a little, even before my lips could get to her ear.

My god, she was so damn responsive.

So, so… responsive.

I dragged my lips over the shell of her ear and watched as her mouth fell open even more, as another stuttered moan made its way out. I breathed hotly into her ear, right before I sucked her earlobe into my mouth.

“I–” She started to speak at that same moment, but ended up whimpering breathlessly.

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