Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 240

Sofia’s POV

Well, today had been pretty cool at the garden, it wasn’t hot when we had made our way over there

and I also wasn’t with any teddy bear to weigh me down as well, coupled with the fact that the sun

wasn’t shining really harshly like it had done on that day.

“I painted some flowers.” I managed to say after long minutes, feeling my cheeks start to heat up in the

next moment because he had probably or most definitely been expecting me to say a lot of things since

I waited a long time before starting to speak, only for me to finally breathe out three words.

“Are you nervous?” He asked in the next moment and I started to shake my head after a little while.

Was I nervous at the moment? It would seem so… and why? Well, I’d say it was because he made me

feel lots of things without even trying, to begin with.

“No, I’m not.” I responded with a small lift of my shoulders. I watched as his eyes dropped from my face

to rest on my chest, my shoulders movements had probably made my boobs jerk up in the light top

which I had on at the moment, and I felt myself flushing heatedly in the next second.

“That’s a good thing then, because I do not want you to be nervous around me for any reason.” He

started to say and I shifted a little in my seat, wondering how I was going to explain it to him that he

wasn’t exactly the one making me feel nervous or comfortable, and that it was all on me because for

the life of mine, I just couldn’t bring myself to come to the fact that I could be around him without getting

all jitters.

It didn’t help that each time he stared at me, it always seemed like I’d be able to melt beneath his gaze

like he was the sun and I was a piece of ice placed directly under the intense ray of the sun.

It wasn’t even a bad kind of nervousness, because I was most definitely sure it the fact that I wasn’t as

afraid of him the way I used to be as soon as I had gotten married off to him, but one thing was very

much certain with me, and it was the fact that I was still very nervous around him.

The kind of nervousness that makes my insides feel like a thousand butterflies were all doing different

things at once in the lowest part of my stomach. The kind of nervousness that makes me too klittery

each time I was around him, the kind of nervousness that makes goosebumps appear on my skin each

time I hear his voice or feel his touch unexpectedly, the kind of nervousness that makes my insides

tighten with excitement that would be tinged with nervousness as well.

“If I ask you to do something you do not like or feel confident doing, all you have to do is say so,

alright?” He continued and I huffed out a small breath as I nodded my head at him.

“You’ve always said this same thing to me and I know it just fine, it’s not what you did that’s making me

nervous sometimes, I think it’s all me,” I ended up confessing to him after a few moments and I

watched as he fell silent after that, and the silence dragged out for a few seconds before he fixed a look

that ozzed fondness on my face.

“Bunny…” he started to say in a small voice and I shrugged my shoulders a little once again before I

could think. I stared down at my food which I hadn’t really been able to eat. At this very moment, I

wasn’t even feeling all that hungry, and so I pushed the plate away from me.

“You feel full already?” He asked almost immediately as his gaze narrowed at me. I bit on my lower lip

a little before starting to speak.

“Yeah, I do. I don’t feel hungry any longer.” I responded to him as I reached up and brushed off a piece

of hair out of my face in the next moment.

He remained silent after that for a few moments before gesturing for me to come to him, with a crook of

his fingers. I hesitated at first but found myself pushing out of my chair and making my way towards

him. He tugged me into his laps and my eyes widened instantly, as I felt his hard muscles against the

softness of my thighs almost immediately.

“Um…” I started to say but his lips ghosted lightly over the edge of my ear, making me trail off in the

next moment, and I felt myself swallowing emptying. It didn’t help that I was feeling his almost hard

length beneath my butt as well. At this point, my legs weren't even touching the floor and once again, I

started to curse my height at that particular moment.

He moved his hands on both sides of my body and tugged his food forward, and that was when my

eyes widened as soon as I realized what he was about to do.

He scooped up a forkful of his food and held it before my lips. I found myself hesitating, because I

didn’t know if I was supposed to just open my mouth to the food like this was suddenly a normal thing

to do, coupled with the fact that a part of my mind knew that either Matilda or Sarah could walk out of

the kitchen any moment from now and they’d seee right here, on Luca’s Laps, being fed by him like a

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“Sofia.” His voice inched directly into my ear in a low warning tone and that was when I noticed that his

lips were resting against the edge of my ear. I shivered a little as my lips fell open, and he fed me the

rice carefully.

I puffed out a deep breath and felt myself slacken against him as soon as I started to chew on the food,

and I started to feel hungry all of a sudden. The nervousness inside of me seemed to be slowly melting

away as I slowly swallowed the food in my mouth, as I kept listening to Luca’s heartbeat echoing

against my back.

“You’re literally begging for a spanking at this point, aren’t you?” His voice was low but firm as it poured

into my ear and I shivered against him as he started to shake my gear instantly. A part of my insides

was skipping with excitement and anticipation because it has been long since he had spanked me,

while a part of me was also a little bit scared because I hated how most of those spanking sessions

usually ends up in.

It mostly ends up with me feeling like I was floating on nothing, whereby I wouldn’t have a hold on

anything that he was saying to me, all I’d be aware of was the fact that he was going to keep me safe

and hold me unt I come down from that highness which his spankings sometimes takes me to. It

sometimes scares me because it makes me feel really powerless in an obvious kind of way.

Most times, I loved feeling powerless and small against Luca, but in those particular moments, it

always seemed like I was way too powerless before him, which I don’t think I really like to feel all that

much… I didn’t like feeling like the ground was swept from beneath my feet.

“Then why didn’t you eat more than a little of your food?” He asked after some time and I swallowed

emptily, feeling my mouth willingly fall open as he fed me another forkful of his food, at this point he had

managed to feed me over ten forkfuls.

“Uh, I lost my appetite?” I whispered after I was done swallowing the food inside of my mouth.

“Of course you did, bunny.” He tsked in a low voice just as he lowered his face and pressed a kiss to

the side of my throat, and I sucked in a sharp breath instantly, feeling myself tremble against him and

also feeling him start to get even hard beneath me, and that thought alone was enough to make color

flood into my cheeks.

“You smell so nice.” He murmured as he buried his nose in my hair after a few seconds and I

shuddered a little against him, feelimg my eyes flutter a little in the next moment.

“T- thank you.” I whispered in response to him just as he fed me another forkful of the food on his plate,

and at this point I was starting to feel fill so I told him after getting his attention. He didn’t give me

another food again and pushed the plate of food away from him on the next second, and the next thing

he did was to pick up my glass of orange juice which I just realized I had barely tasted since the start of

dinner.

“Did you forget about this, bunny?” He asked almost immediately and I shook my head a little in

response. He didn’t say a thing to that and just held the glass of juice against my lips, tipping the glass

upwards, making the juice slowly trickle into my mouth and directly into my throat.