Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 314

Luca’s POV

I found Sofia in her painting room.

After observing her for a while, I’ve come to notice that she took that room as a place where she found

solace, it was why I had headed there straight.

She wasn’t painting, as expected. Instead, she was huddled on the far end of the room, on the ground, All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

against the wall, with her legs pulled against her chest. She wasn’t asleep though, even though it was

already half past eleven. Her eyes snapped up as soon as I had pushed the door open, and she was

on her feet in an instant, as soon as she had noticed my presence.

She was dressed in a shirt, a white big shirt which I noticed was mine, and it was like a dress on her

small body, as expected. Her hair was let down and they framed her face and sides, making her look

so damn ethereal. Her eyes were what pulled me in, they were wide and sad and glassy, like she had

been crying or had been about to start crying right now, and I felt my heart clench painfully in my chest.

I moved away from the doorway and made my way towards her, it was like an invisible pull was leading

me towards her, and who was I to resist? Can I even resist it If I wanted to? I wasn’t so sure I could. I

didn’t want to anyways.

The pull led me towards her and I stopped a few feet away from her. She blinked up at me, eyes gettin

wetter at each passing seconds, and when she made a sound that reminded me of a wounded puppy, I

felt something break lose inside of me.

“Oh, bunny…” I murmured quietly as I let my arms fall open and she was throwing herself in my arms in

an instant, her whole body wracking with the force at which she was using to sob. I held her against me

and wrapped my arms more firmly around her as she cried.

“Shh… it’s okay.” I finally whispered after about a minute, I hated seeing her cry, which was why I

began to ask myself just how I had been able to watch her cry without doing a thing about it, a couple

of days ago.

She was mumbling about how sorry she was over and over again and didn’t seem like she was even

listening to me, which made me gently pull her out of my arms so she was staring up at me.

“I’m so sorry,” She whispered, voice trembling and I felt the spot in my chest hurt more and more.

“What are you sorry for?”

She blinked up at me like she hadn’t expected that question but was answering super fast. “For leaving

the house without guards, I didn’t know that was going to happen, I thought Armani was just like you

which made me think we’d be fine without the guards, I just wanted to be able to spend some time with

him without any guards hovering around, I’m so sorry, so sorry he was kidnapped and I couldn’t do a

thing, so sorry–”

I pulled her against me and hugged her tight, cutting off her sentence automatically. My heart was

aching and my head was pounding, I hated just how it seems like she had thought I had blamed her for

what had happened, when I hadn’t mean to.

“Don’t be sorry, bunny. None of that was your fault.” I finally murmured as I stroked her hair, welcoming

the scent of her shampoo as it wafted into my nose. I’ve gone forty eight giurs without it, without being

able to hold her in my arms, and now it felt like that was all I was starving for.

“You were mad at me.” She whispered against my chest after a few moments and I cursed myself over

in my head.

“No, bunny. I wasn’t, I was mad at the situation, not you.” I paused and stroked her hair some more.

“Okay, maybe I was, but that was because of how everything had seemed in that moment. I’m not mad

at you, okay?”

She pulled out of the embrace this time to stare at me, and her watery eyes honestly felt like a punch in

my stomach.

“But you’re disappointed?” She asked and I denied it immediately.

“I don’t want you to be disappointed in me.” She whispered in a trembling voice and I let go of her body

to cup her face. She looked so vunersble right now, reminding me once again even though she herself

didn’t know, that she needed a dom– a master to reassure her, and take care of hrr, and now I was

feeling so damn horrible. When a sub feels their dom is really disappointed in them, it shatters them,

literally – and I hated that I had been the one behind it.

“No, bunny. I wasn’t disappointed in you.” I finally whispered. Her cheeks felt really smooth and warm in

my hands, and she blinked her wet, blue eyes at me tentatively.

“You’re not?” She whispered and I nodded my head reassuringly.

“I’m not, I’m proud of you even.” I paused and stroked her hair out of her face. “You handled the whole

thing so well without having a panic attack, even though it’s your first time being exposed to direct

violence, and even managed to get the plate number – I’m so damn proud of you.”

I watched as her eyes slowly brighten a little as she blinked up at me. “Really?” She whispered, like

she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. I nodded my head and smiled down at her a little.

“Really, bunny. I’m so, so proud of you. That was very brave of you.” I continued and watched as a little

color stained her cheeks as she averted her gaze.

“Oh, thank you.” She whispered.

I pulled her against my chest and hugged her against me, still feeling like the most shittest dominant

ever. She didn’t even know the dynamic we had both slipped into without realizing it, and I planned to

let her know really soon, so she’d be able to consent to most of the things that would need to be carried

out between the both of us, if we were going to go deeper into this dynamic.