Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 202

Sofia’s POV

I lifted my hand and pressed it against the front of my throat, trying to see if I’d be able to get that intense reaction Luca’s hand around my throat brings me, but that particular feeling which I was really craving at the moment never came over me, all that had come from my hand pressed against my throat had been just me being super aware of my hand against my throat.

I puffed out a deep breath and turned around, making my way into the shower almost immediately. There were marks over my hips and fingerprints of when Luca had held me down against the bed really tightly and moved his lips over the most intimate part of me in a way that had made me almost get crossed eyes with lots of pleasure washing over me at the same moment. I could vividly remember all of what had happened between the both of us last night, about how he had pressed my wrists into the sides of the bed at each side of my bed, and how he had ordered me not to lift my hands off there.

It had felt really nice to hear him order me not to do something and then he’d proceed to tell me that I was good, and each time he said that, it was always feeling like my brain was going into a seizure at that particular moment. He had worked his lips over my nipples in a way that had made me almost start to sob with pleasure, making me feel pleasure I had no idea I was capable of feeling. To think I had been thinking there was nothing that could beat the intense pleasure I had felt with him back there on the counter when he had poured a drink over my nipples before sucking them into his mouth. The things he had done to my nipples last night had made the thing I felt agdinst my nipple right there on the counter felt like the starter to a very big meal.

I groaned a little as I stepped into the shower and turned on the water, feeling the hot water pour down on me in a way that made me groan a little as my head fell to the side. My muscles were aching like I had done a lot of things throughout the night but I hadn’t actually done a thing apart from the dinner which we had gone to last night.

I did my business and even made sure to wash my hair before exiting the bathroom and cleaning my teeth as well. I made my way into the walk-in closer and was dressed up after a few minutes. I was dressed in a big shirt that I knew was going to cover my throat in a way that would hide all those marks and hickeys away from curious eyes, I also didn’t make the mistake of holding my hair up at the moment, because I wanted it to come down around me like a dark curtain, hiding me throat even more.

I was hungry at the moment and I made sure to pick up my phone from the insides of my bag, in the spot which Luca had thrown it into last night when he had dropped me in the middle of our bed. Which made me remember our clothes which he had thrown around the floor as well. I glanced around the room and didn’t sight any type of cloth on the floor, which made me come to the conclusion that Luca had probably put them all away himself this morning before leaving for work.

I gksbced down at the time on the front of my phone as I made my way out of our bedroom and pulled the four close behind me, it was currently some minutes past eleven a.m at the moment and I felt my cheeks start to color In embarrassment a little, I really was sleeping in wsy later than I’d have ever dared when I was still back at my parents house.

I made my way down the stairs and made my way into the kitchen, bouncing up into one of the chairs against the counters and steering to speak to Matilda almost immediately. Sarah was nowhere to be found and after asking where she was from Matilda, I figured out that she had gone to the hospital for some check up. I was really glad about that because I was still completely convinced that she was sick and needed lots of treatments, coupled with the fact that I overheard their conversation that particular day about her having cancer.

Matilda had started to act like the way best friends used to act inside all my old novels, getting all excited and eager when their friend returns back from a particular date, and they’d want to know every detail about how the date went and all that stuff. That was how it felt like Matilda currently was at the moment I grinned at her a little before starting to tell her about how the date went, and also because a part of my mind felt like bragging a little about how well Luca treats me. I wanted to tell a lot of people, because I just know it was most definitely not normal for husbands here in the mafia to treat their wives the way Luca was treating me.

He usually treats me like I was a fragile egg that could break if he didn’t handle me with enough tenderness and care, and my heart always manages to diuretic each time he starts to treat me in that particular way. It had always felt really good and almost unbelievable that the mafia lord could treat me in that kind of way, but after being on the receiving end of those gestures for a while now, I was starting to believe that it was real and not a pigment of my really wild imaginations.