Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 222

Sofia’s POV

Once we were done with the food, the dishes got cleared away and then after a little while, deserts came rolling in.

Kayla was saying something into her husband’s ear and I was slowly kicking my chocolate off my small fock when I felt a cold hand rest on my knees. I jolted a little and was quick to swallow the content in my mouth to avoid myself from choking, as I slowly turned my head around to stare at Luca. He wasn’t staring at me at the moment, he didn’t even give any kind of indication that he was currently drawing a weird pattern on my knees with his fingers and that it was making my cure start to throb a bit more.

I was super aware of the fact that I had been moistened up down there due to how hot Luca was, and each time he kissed and touched me, it always managed to only make that heat get even more intense than it currently is at the moment. I shook my head a little and bit on the insides of my cheeks as I tried to ignore his hand that was now laying on my thighs and had sent goosebumps over my whole skin.

I scoop up another spoon of the chocolate and was about to insert it into my mouth, but Luca chose that particular moment to squeeze on my thighs, making my hands shake and my breath craze. To avoid embarrassing myself by making the chocolate drop over my chest and dress, I dropped the spoon of chocolate back on the desert and then I tried to tune out the fact that he was slowly moving his hands closer and closer to my core.

I dragged in deep breaths and shook a little in my seat, blinking my eyes every little minute as I tried not to quiver when he started to nudge my thighs apart with his fingers. I had tried to not part them because the fear of one of our dates finding out what it was that we were currently doing, was deep in a reasonable part of my head. But Luca seemed to not care because he laughed at what James had said to him just as he nudged my thighs apart with his wrist and dragged his knuckles against my soaked underwear and I parted them instantly. I bit on my lower lip to stiffen my small cry.

I began to ask myself why I had thought sitting beside Luca was going to be a good idea to begin with? This doesn’t seem like a good idea one bit. This seems like a really bad idea, but it didn’t stop me from parting my thighs even more and clenching my fists on the table when his knuckles continued to stroke over the front of my core through the wet part of my underwear, and I shuddered each time his knuckles grazed that particular part.