Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 185

Sofia’s POV

Luca was waiting for me outside the walk-in closet in the bedroom and I was almost done with getting ready. I was feeling all giddy and my insides were currently fluttering and jumping around. It felt like there was a thousand butterflies were flapping their wings all around every parts of my stomach and I was silently screaming in my head. The fact that Luca had asked me out formally and had called me a date still has me reeling and I couldn’t even try to deny the fact thst I was really excited about it.

I clipped on my earrings to my ear and started to run a piece it comb through my hair. Once I was done, I creamed it and watched it gleamed in the night light, and then I walked towards the floor length mirror in here and glanced at myself through the mirror. I was currently in a gown that was short, and the length of the gown was only a few inches past the middle if my thighs.

Most of my dresses here were all a bunch of skimpy stuff, and even though thru weren’t my cup of tea at first, I’ve got to admit that they all looked sexy and really nice, and they were all my exact size. Turned to the side and noticed how my butt, although it wasn’t that big, it was still popped out like a chair, and I briefly remembered how Luca had squeezed them one time when we’ve been kissing, and how it felt like a pull of electric had connected to my insides from the squeeze of his hands.

Luca never allows his hands to wander about way too much each time he was kissing me and the only time we’ve ever done something other than kissing was on the counter in the kitchen whereby he had sucked on my throat, after tightening his hand around it in a way that had my heart overflowing with so many heightened emotions at once. It felt like I had been floating in that particular moment and I had almost been about to beg him not to stop tightening his hold on my throat when he had finally stopped holding my throat. And when he had leaned down and taken my nipple into my mouth, it had heat like my whole world had paused in that particular moment.

I wasn’t completely innocent and I knew about those kind of things, even though I haven’t done any of those kinds of things. I’ve been resting novels since I was a little girl, so I knew about those kinds of things, and how thighs works between a man and a woman. I knew about compilation, I knew about all those things, and I never for one day think that I’d ever get to experience something like that… although I had still hoped I’d get a chance to experience it. But then when I found out whom I was getting married to, I had been pretty disappointed and I had automatically came to the conclusion that I wouldn’t get to ever experienc that kind of thing.

The first time Luca actually kissed me, all thoughts about me reading something in books and never experiencing it in real life flew out the windows in the blink of an eye, because of the amount of emotions I got bombarded with from just that one kiss. The night on the counter when he had poured liquor over my chest and then proceeded to suck my nipples into my mouth had been shocking because for one, I haven’t ever read something like that in all my old novels before, coupled with the fact that each drag of his tongue over my nipple has sent a heated feeling licking over all my insides, making me gasp out sounds I had no idea I had in me… making me voice out sounds that each time I remembered them, I’d flush red in embarrassment almost immediately.

I turned back around and made my way towards the show rack, picking out a pair of heeled boot that went up to the last above my knee, and I sinked into a chair as I tugged them on. The boots were black in color and I liked how the matched with my black gown perfectly.

I pushed myself to my feet and contemplated on taking a jacket along with me or just pretending like I had no idea I was currently in a sleeveless gown, and that the evenings were cold these days, so that Luca could offer me his jacket along the way. I loved how Luca always gives me his jacket each time he feels like I needed it, and how it was always warm with his heat, coupled with the fact that it always smells really nice and strongly of him. I could remember the first time he had given me a jacket, it had been the day I had fallen off the bed and sprained my shoulder. I had been in a sleeveless top at that moment, and Luca had just shrugged out of his jacket and draped it over me.