Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 247

Sofia’s POV

“You need to take a shower, bunny.” He started to say really slowly as he wrapped his arms firmly around me in the next second. I began to shake my head as I sank into his hold, literally melting against him and clutching harder on his shirt.

I felt one of his hands move towards my hair and he started to caress my hair really slowly, making the sleep that was clinging to my brain get even more intense as the seconds slowly rolled past.

“You did so good for me tonight, bunny.” His voice started to echo around me and I felt myself sterimg to hum a little as I pressed against him even more, feelimg my chest expand even more at the thought that I had indeed done well for him tonight got confirmed by him moments ago.

“And I own you, do you understand? He asked and I huffed out a deep breath and nodded my head against his chest, feeling my stomach start to tighten up at those words. I didn’t expect him to wrap his hand at the nape of my head and tug my head off his chest before forcing me into staring up into his face. I shivered a little as I blinked up at him, clinging on his shirt as it felt like I was still floating on nothing in particular in that moment. I didn’t usually like feeling this way, but tonight, this particular feeling was welcomed with side opened arms.

“Do you understand, bunny?” He asked once again, staring at me intently and purposely tightening his hold at the nape of my throat as if trying to remind me what was currently happening and who it was that was in charge, like I’d even be able to forget who was in charge for a fleeting second to begin with. I swallowed emptily, feeling really breathless as I made to nod my head, before realizing that his strong grip on the back of my neck was making it impossible for me to be able to move my head.

“Uh- un…” I stuttered out another shudder slide down my spine when he tightened his hold around my waist the next moment.

“Who do you belong to?” He asked after a couple of seconds and I swallowed emptily and forced my dropping eyes open before making to respond to him.

“You.”

He loosened his hold from around my throat and moved it into my hair and he started to stroke his fingers through the strands in the next second. After a little seconds had passed, I noticed him start to lower his head at me and I felt my heart skip a couple of beats when he brushed his lips over my forehead, before pressing me into his chest. My eyes slide close instantly and I tug at his shirt once again, breathing in his very familiar scent as it felt like I was still very much floating on nothing and a lot of things at the same time.

“Bunny?” I heard him call out and I forced my eyes open but for some reason couldn’t find the strength in me to life my head out of his shirt, and all I ended up doing was to pull on his shirt and make a little sound to signify that I was listening to him.

“Come go get your shower.” He started to say and I shook my head instantly.

“No, I don’t want to.” I whined into his shirt almost immediately.