Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 6

Sofia’s POV

My heart was hammering hard against the insides of my chest and my rib cages, my pulse rate has spiked high up to the level of me feeling it vibrating fast on my throat. I shivered slightly as fear started to crept into my veins once again and stubbly leaned back when Luca’s fingers started to slow trail over my robe covered arm. To my surprise– and in the very next second, horror, Luca pulled his fingers away from my arm almost immediately. My eyes widened in horror as I realized what I just did and I held my breath fearfully, my whole body going numb as I waited on the slap that was surely going to hit me any second from now.

A few seconds passed, and… nothing.

I blinked a few times and turned my head around and– locked eyes with Luca. He was staring at me the same way he had been staring at me since the start of my wedding, there was nothing standing out about his facial expression. I silently prayed he wasn’t already thinking up different ways in which he could use to ‘discipline’ me

“I’m s– sorry,” I whispered in a quiet breath, my voice wavering and stuttering fearfully as I averted my gaze from staring into his gray eyes and instead focused them on my robe covered thighs. My hands were starting to shake due to how scared and worked up I am, and I clasped my two hands together and placed them on my laps to try to slow my heartbeat down which would then automatically calm the bubbling nerves that was causing my hands to shake.

A startled sound suddenly flew out of my mouth as Luca suddenly grasped my chin and tugged my face around until I was staring into his eyes once again, I tried to stare in a spot that wasn’t his face– his grey eyes in particular, but his firm hold on my chin didn’t waver for a fleeting second and I wouldn’t ever dare try to pull my face out of his hold– because I wasn’t ready to meet my end yet.

“You’re so skittish,” He suddenly said, his voice deep and sounding all growly despite how quiet it sounded. I felt my cheeks flush in embarrassment, making me duck my head almost immediately– or tried to, but couldn’t because my new husband was still holding my chin captive in his hand, his eyes trailing over every feature of my face.

“Um,” I whispered and bit my lips in concentration as I tried to think up a word that would be a good reply to what he said a few seconds ago. I couldn’t say ‘thank you’ to that because that was most definitely not a compliment, now could I? But then I couldn’t leave his words hanging in the air like that because that would be just rude, and I didn’t want him to think I was slow, something I most definitely wasn’t.

“I, um…” I started to say again without knowing what exactly I was going to say, my eyes stayed focused on his nose and cheeks, that was a way safer place for my eyes to peacefully stay glued to, compared to those, unnerving eyes of his.

I trailed off immediately and stared wide eyed at him as he started to lower his head towards mine once again, his face was only a breath away from grazing mine and I was fully aware of myself slowly leaning away from him, his grip on my chin to only thing keeping me from outrightly pulling away from him. I was trying to plead with my body to stay still, to avoid angering him, but for some reasons, my body was doing a different thing from what my mind was telling it to.

It was most definitely going to get me in trouble tonight.

He pressed his lips lightly pressed against my throat and at the same time brushed one part of my robe off my left shoulder. I gasped audibly and willed my body to remain still as his warm lips ghosted over my bare throat and was now lightly trailing over my collarbone, his grip choose that moment to thankfully leave my chin and I dragged in a deep breath and did my possible best to keep my body still as I refilled my empty lungs, my fingers twitching and slightly trembling on my tights. The deep breaths that I took into my lungs a moment ago whooshed out the very next second when he unexpectedly pushed on my shoulders until my back was flat on the bed. I tightly fisted the white, fluffy bed sheets as my mind started to register the fact that it was finally time for what was his to be taken.

My virginity was going to be non-existent before he pull himself away from me tonight.

My eyes started to sting and the back of my throat started to hurt as tears threatened to spill out the sides of my eyes and I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to anger him further since I knew I had angered him a few times tonight by my actions.

Look at me, sprawled out fearfully on the bed as I awaited my dreadful fate which was to have my privates invaded against my will, by this man– who was now my new husband, whom I had no doubt would definitely hurt me when doing the said act. I couldn’t stop the set of tears that managed to accept my tightly closed eyes and I held my breath and tightened my hold on the sheets even more as I awaited the smack that was going to hit the side of my face now.

But… nothing. My heartbeat continued to pound and I was extremely scared to peel my eyes open in fear of what I was going to find. What if he was staring at me with so much anger pouring off those unnerving eyes of his? Or what if he had already gotten completely naked in preparation for what was going to take place between us tonight? Or what if...

A quiet stuttered breath puffed out my lips as I felt him pull my hands off the sheets I had tightly fisted a few minutes ago, and next thing I knew, I was being moved on the bed.

To the center? Where he was going to do it?