Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 202

Sofia’s POV

I lifted my hand and pressed it against the front of my throat, trying to see if I’d be able to get that

intense reaction Luca’s hand around my throat brings me, but that particular feeling which I was really

craving at the moment never came over me, all that had come from my hand pressed against my throat

had been just me being super aware of my hand against my throat.

I puffed out a deep breath and turned around, making my way into the shower almost immediately.

There were marks over my hips and fingerprints of when Luca had held me down against the bed really

tightly and moved his lips over the most intimate part of me in a way that had made me almost get

crossed eyes with lots of pleasure washing over me at the same moment. I could vividly remember all

of what had happened between the both of us last night, about how he had pressed my wrists into the

sides of the bed at each side of my bed, and how he had ordered me not to lift my hands off there.

It had felt really nice to hear him order me not to do something and then he’d proceed to tell me that I

was good, and each time he said that, it was always feeling like my brain was going into a seizure at

that particular moment. He had worked his lips over my nipples in a way that had made me almost start

to sob with pleasure, making me feel pleasure I had no idea I was capable of feeling. To think I had

been thinking there was nothing that could beat the intense pleasure I had felt with him back there on

the counter when he had poured a drink over my nipples before sucking them into his mouth. The

things he had done to my nipples last night had made the thing I felt agdinst my nipple right there on Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

the counter felt like the starter to a very big meal.

I groaned a little as I stepped into the shower and turned on the water, feeling the hot water pour down

on me in a way that made me groan a little as my head fell to the side. My muscles were aching like I

had done a lot of things throughout the night but I hadn’t actually done a thing apart from the dinner

which we had gone to last night.

I did my business and even made sure to wash my hair before exiting the bathroom and cleaning my

teeth as well. I made my way into the walk-in closer and was dressed up after a few minutes. I was

dressed in a big shirt that I knew was going to cover my throat in a way that would hide all those marks

and hickeys away from curious eyes, I also didn’t make the mistake of holding my hair up at the

moment, because I wanted it to come down around me like a dark curtain, hiding me throat even more.

I was hungry at the moment and I made sure to pick up my phone from the insides of my bag, in the

spot which Luca had thrown it into last night when he had dropped me in the middle of our bed. Which

made me remember our clothes which he had thrown around the floor as well. I glanced around the

room and didn’t sight any type of cloth on the floor, which made me come to the conclusion that Luca

had probably put them all away himself this morning before leaving for work.

I gksbced down at the time on the front of my phone as I made my way out of our bedroom and pulled

the four close behind me, it was currently some minutes past eleven a.m at the moment and I felt my

cheeks start to color In embarrassment a little, I really was sleeping in wsy later than I’d have ever

dared when I was still back at my parents house.

I made my way down the stairs and made my way into the kitchen, bouncing up into one of the chairs

against the counters and steering to speak to Matilda almost immediately. Sarah was nowhere to be

found and after asking where she was from Matilda, I figured out that she had gone to the hospital for

some check up. I was really glad about that because I was still completely convinced that she was sick

and needed lots of treatments, coupled with the fact that I overheard their conversation that particular

day about her having cancer.

Matilda had started to act like the way best friends used to act inside all my old novels, getting all

excited and eager when their friend returns back from a particular date, and they’d want to know every

detail about how the date went and all that stuff. That was how it felt like Matilda currently was at the

moment I grinned at her a little before starting to tell her about how the date went, and also because a

part of my mind felt like bragging a little about how well Luca treats me. I wanted to tell a lot of people,

because I just know it was most definitely not normal for husbands here in the mafia to treat their wives

the way Luca was treating me.

He usually treats me like I was a fragile egg that could break if he didn’t handle me with enough

tenderness and care, and my heart always manages to diuretic each time he starts to treat me in that

particular way. It had always felt really good and almost unbelievable that the mafia lord could treat me

in that kind of way, but after being on the receiving end of those gestures for a while now, I was starting

to believe that it was real and not a pigment of my really wild imaginations.

The way he had treated me last night, right there in the middle of the bed, had not felt fragile in any

kind of way, that one was a whole different thing entirely. It had felt like Luca had turned into a whole

different person in that particular moment, as he did all those things to my body while murmuring

praises and orders over my body, making me shiver and tremble beneath him. The feeling of his body

completely setting above me had felt extremely nice because his body had blanketed my smaller body

instantly with his wider shoulders and big muscles.

I could remember loving the way he had felt against me, and how it had felt like his muscles and hard

body was all pressing me deeper into the bed, making me super aware of him in that particular

moment. I hadn’t minded his weight one bit, it made me feel almost breathless, like his huge body was

knocking almost all the breath out of my body, making it almost feel like my insides feel each time Luca

wraps his hand around my throat in that sure and form way.

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“Sofia…?” I heard Matilda called out and I lifted my bread up from my phone to turn my head around

and stare at her. She was standing in the entrance of the sitting room.

“Huh?” I responded almost immediately.

“There’s an order here for you.” She said after a few moments and I blinked at her as I slowly placed

my phone into the spot beside me.

“An order?” I asked slowly as I pushed myself onto my feet. I wasn’t completely naive, I knew perfectly

well what an order meant, I’ve just never placed an order in my entire life because I was never

completely free to do that back at home due to safety reasons. I didn’t think it would be any different

here in Luca’s house, which was why it had never ever crossed my mind.., only to hear that I had an

order waiting for me. I started to make my way towards Matilda instantly, pausing before her.

“There’s an order for me? Are you sure they aren’t at the wrong address? I didn’t make any orders.” I

pointed out after a few seconds.

“I know you didn’t place an order, it looks so much like a gift due to how it was packaged.” Matilda

started to say and I blinked at her confusingly for a second.

She leaned towards me in the next moment and started to speak a few inches away from my ear, even

though we were literally the only ones around here sat the moment.

“I think it’s from the master.” She suggested and I felt my eyes widen a few fractions, just as my

stomach started to tighten up in a nervousness filled with low swoops of heats and the feeling of little

gymnastics doing a thousand backflips in my stomach at the same freaking time.

“Oh.” I mumbled after a fleeting second.