Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 212

Sofia’s POV

“You fret way too much, bunny.” He continued, carding his fingers through my hair in the next second and I couldn’t help it, my eyes started to flutter a little in an uncontrollable way the next moment.

“Nothing’s happened to my little brother, he’s just not here, alright?” He continued and I felt my eyes widened instantly, as I felt my heart start to hammer against the side of my chest the next moment.

He isn’t dead? He’s alive? That’s what he's saying, right?

“He’s alive?” I whispered with my lips loving agdinst his thumb and he nodded his head once at that.

“Yes, bunny. He is. There’s no need for you to cry, alright?” He continued and I nodded my head slowly at him.

“But where…” I was about to speak again but I had barely gotten two words past my lips before Luca pressed his thumb against my lips firmly and ever slipped his thumb between my lips in the next second, and I stared at him with wide blown eyes as I felt my mouth automatically closed around his thumb which felt really big in my mouth, and I started to suck on it a little,

“He’s just not here, that’s all, alright?” He continued after a few moments and I blinked up at him almost immediately, because I had almost forgotten what it was that we were talking about when he had shoved his thumb into my mouth.

I nodded my head at him in response, because I felt that it was what was expected of me in that particular moment.

“Good girl.” Those two words slid out of his mouth in the next moment just as his thing started to slide past my tongue in a way that made me shudder, as those two words completely sank into my head.

I had no idea why, but there was just something about him praising me this way: I didn’t seem to understand it at first, but I just know that I always look forward to those times when he’d call me good and look pleased with me. It always leaves a pleased and satisfied feeling in the middle of my chest and the lowest part of my stomach.

After a little while, he held me against him, with me before him, resting my weight on him, and him standing behind me and holding up my weight. His hands were over my body and brushing around my chest area to dangle around my stomach, and his head was being pillowed a little by my hair. It felt comfortable to stand this way before him, he makes me feel really small and tiny in this particular position, like I could really hide beneath him while he protects me and makes sure nothing happens to me.

I shifted a little and gasped a little when I unknowingly made his arm move against me, and his bare bicep brushed over one of my puckered nipples. I had no idea why but ever since I got into this particular position, I’ve been really restless coupled with the fact that I had been feeling his hard length press into the lowest part of my back. I had no idea if my core was sterting to heat up because of that, all I knew was the fact that I really wanted him to make me feel good once again, the way he had done last night.

We were still staring before the piano and after a few more moments, I started to speak.

“Will you play something for me, Luca?” I called out and waited to hear what his response was going to be: I most definitely didn’t expect him to drag his arms over my body and my nipples in a way that made me let out a startled moan that made my cheeks flame instantly, and he ended up firmly wrapping his arms around my shoulders, caging me against his body completely and making his thigh dig into my lower back even more in a way that was making me start to squirm.

“Luca?” I called out to him after getting nothing in reply and I felt him hum in response against my ear.

“You feel so comfortable against me like this.” He pointed out and nuzzled my ear in the next moment, making a small tremor slide down my spine instantly.

“You didn’t respond to me about the piano playing.” I pointed out once afsin, my voice sounding way too breathless even to my own ears,

“Oh, I can’t play the piano.” He replied and I huffed out a breath.

“You can.” I argued.

“Not anymore.” He drawled out against my ear and I felt my cheeks flame up as I imagined him kissing his way down my throat in that way. He bit on my ear the next moment and I let out a small gasp and leaned against him even more, and I heard him start to chuckle almost immediately, making embarrassing heat start to tug in the lowest part of my stomach, as more color flooded my cheeks.