Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 143

Luca’s POV

“Dinner’s ready, sir.” Matilda’s voice echoed from the entrance of the sitting room once again, and I

glanced behind the couch to stare at her. “Thank you, Matilda.” I murmured with a nod of my head and

waited until she had turned back around and made her way out of the sitting room, before returning

back to the position I was sitting in moments ago.

“Let’s go have dinner,” I said softly to her as I turned my head around to stare at her and she nodded

her head a couple of times with a whispered ‘alright’. We’ve been in here after Matilda had gone back

to the kitchen in order to prepare my own dinner, and we’ve been mostly left in a couple of stretched

out blanket of silence, the rest of the time that had passed by, has been with the both of us lightly

discussing about music, and she had been shy although, and would start blushing and wouldn’t be able

to stare at the television well, whenever a music video comes up and the video had explicit content in it.

Albeit her shyness, she had still been able to converse with me somewhat and I had found myself

wanting to listen to her speak forever in that light, tiny and almost breathless voice of hers.

I pushed myself onto my feet and stretched my hand out to her in invitation and she froze for a few Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

seconds, before darting her eyes towards my face and back to my outstretched hand only to return

back to my face once again and I nodded my head at her reassuringly. She slowly lifted her right hand

from the top of her thighs and slowly placed it in mine, her hand still not able to take more than like half

of the space on my opened palm. I closed my hand around hers and watched as her mouth parted a

little, just as I pulled her out of the seat with a sure and firm tug. She was out of the couch in a second,

and in the next, her body was being tugged into mine.

She placed her other hand on my chest in order to steady herself, seeing as her head came to lightly

tap against the middle of my chest, as I had pulled on her hand. She had stared up at me after that,

while I was already staring down at her and our eyes met immediately. She looked away as soon as

our eyes had locked, and she was moving away from my body as well, by taking a couple of step back

and muttering words of apologies for slamming into my body.

I dismissed her trail of apologies with a wave of my free hand, and then I started to make my way out of

the sitting room, with my right hand firmly but not too tightly wrapped around her small fingers. She

walked beside me as I made my way through the hallway, and I took everything in me to not swoop

down and lift her up in my arms because she was just so cute and small looking. On the day we had

walked beside each other was only a one time thing, on the day we had gotten married. And even then,

when she had obviously been in a pair of high heeled shoes, her head hadn’t still been able to pass the

length of my shoulders.

Now that she was walking bare footed, her head had managed to reach around my breast area as I

made my way straight into the dinning room area, without going through the kitchen first, then walking

into dining room through the doors adjoining them together.

I let go of her hand as soon as I got to the far end of the table where two plates had been set up and I

pulled her chair out for her, holding it as she sank into it gracefully, her cheeks pinking up in a little

embarrassment as our eyes locked after I had pushed her chair back from her. She averted her gaze

with a blush and I sank into my seat as well, we were only a few feet apart, because I was sitting on the

head of the dining room, while Sofia was sitting in the seat on my immediate right hand side.

We started eating a few minutes later and I tried my best not to stare at her face too much as she ate,

because each time she caught me watching her, it took more than a minute more before she’d be able

to bring herself to pick up another tiny bit of waffles. I had a feeling she didn’t usually eat this slowly

and carefully whenever she was on her own, or eating with Sarah and Matilda, and was only eating this

way because it was clearly unusual for the both of us to share a meal together, coupled with the fact

that she might still be scared of me still, counting on all the amount of rumors she’d have heard before

she got married off to me.

I couldn’t control myself from staring at her face every few moments though, because literally

everything she does made her look really good in a cute way.

Not like I’ve even seen her doing a lot of things to begin with.

But, nevertheless…

I couldn’t help but stare at her as her lips wrapped around her fork each time she pulled the waffles off

the fork with her mouth being wrapped around the fork.

And I didn’t plan on finding it hot when I had decided to have dinner with her, but staring at it right now,

and watching as her eyes slide almost close each time she was about to pull another bit or waffles off

the top of the fork, i couldn’t help the heated feeling that had gathered in the middle of my chest,

immediately after the first time she did it. And as she kept eating, that heat only kept heightening

instead of going out and leaving me be.

It wasn’t like she was doing it in an overly sexy way, it was that she was even trying to appear

seductive like a few women I had dined with had been doing almost throughout the meal… It was the

fact that she obviously wasn’t even trying at all, all she was doing was innocently eating and flushing

red in embarrassment each time our eyes locked, and my gaze was always drawn to her lips every

damn time.

Perhaps it was this innocent air floating around her… oh, it had definitely got to be it, because I myself

couldn’t understand all the feelings boiling up in the middle of my chest, all I could make out of those

jumbled up feelings, was the fact that I wanted to kiss her, I wanted to suck her lower lips into my

mouth and swipe at it with the tip of my tongue. I also wanted to take her into my arms, and not the one

where we’d we cuddling, that was a huge bonus, but not what I had really wanted ever since I had sat

beside her on the couch as soon as I had arrived home this evening, it was a feeling of me wanting to

pull her into my thighs and press her front against my chest with her thighs on each side of my waist,

and feel her body slowly relax into mine, with my hand banding her to my with a firm grip around her

waist, and another softer grip on her hair. Or I could just leave her to relax against my body, with my

fingers absent mindedly moving across the soft expanse of the exposed skin of her thighs.

I also wanted to lift her up into my hands and have her wrap her legs around my waist, with my hand

holding her up effortlessly with firm holds beneath her thighs… now that I was starting to think about it,

I wanted to do some other things to her as well, like to call her a good girl after she do whatever I ask

her to, because her following my order, only meant that she wanted to be good for me, and wasn’t that

the best feeling ever?

I was already done with my own meal at this point and I was just sitting in my seat with my eyes glued

on her. I watched her stubbly eye the bottle or syrup at the side of the table and almost snicker at her

facial expression each time she stared at it, before she’d end up staring away from it, like she wasn’t

supposed to look at it.

“Do you want more Syrup, Sofia?” I asked in a low voice and I watched as her eyes jumped up to stare

at my face for a couple of seconds, before lowering her eyes and nodding her head once.