Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 212

Sofia’s POV

“You fret way too much, bunny.” He continued, carding his fingers through my hair in the next second

and I couldn’t help it, my eyes started to flutter a little in an uncontrollable way the next moment.

“Nothing’s happened to my little brother, he’s just not here, alright?” He continued and I felt my eyes

widened instantly, as I felt my heart start to hammer against the side of my chest the next moment.

He isn’t dead? He’s alive? That’s what he's saying, right?

“He’s alive?” I whispered with my lips loving agdinst his thumb and he nodded his head once at that. Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Yes, bunny. He is. There’s no need for you to cry, alright?” He continued and I nodded my head slowly

at him.

“But where…” I was about to speak again but I had barely gotten two words past my lips before Luca

pressed his thumb against my lips firmly and ever slipped his thumb between my lips in the next

second, and I stared at him with wide blown eyes as I felt my mouth automatically closed around his

thumb which felt really big in my mouth, and I started to suck on it a little,

“He’s just not here, that’s all, alright?” He continued after a few moments and I blinked up at him almost

immediately, because I had almost forgotten what it was that we were talking about when he had

shoved his thumb into my mouth.

I nodded my head at him in response, because I felt that it was what was expected of me in that

particular moment.

“Good girl.” Those two words slid out of his mouth in the next moment just as his thing started to slide

past my tongue in a way that made me shudder, as those two words completely sank into my head.

I had no idea why, but there was just something about him praising me this way: I didn’t seem to

understand it at first, but I just know that I always look forward to those times when he’d call me good

and look pleased with me. It always leaves a pleased and satisfied feeling in the middle of my chest

and the lowest part of my stomach.

After a little while, he held me against him, with me before him, resting my weight on him, and him

standing behind me and holding up my weight. His hands were over my body and brushing around my

chest area to dangle around my stomach, and his head was being pillowed a little by my hair. It felt

comfortable to stand this way before him, he makes me feel really small and tiny in this particular

position, like I could really hide beneath him while he protects me and makes sure nothing happens to

me.

I shifted a little and gasped a little when I unknowingly made his arm move against me, and his bare

bicep brushed over one of my puckered nipples. I had no idea why but ever since I got into this

particular position, I’ve been really restless coupled with the fact that I had been feeling his hard length

press into the lowest part of my back. I had no idea if my core was sterting to heat up because of that,

all I knew was the fact that I really wanted him to make me feel good once again, the way he had done

last night.

We were still staring before the piano and after a few more moments, I started to speak.

“Will you play something for me, Luca?” I called out and waited to hear what his response was going to

be: I most definitely didn’t expect him to drag his arms over my body and my nipples in a way that

made me let out a startled moan that made my cheeks flame instantly, and he ended up firmly

wrapping his arms around my shoulders, caging me against his body completely and making his thigh

dig into my lower back even more in a way that was making me start to squirm.

“Luca?” I called out to him after getting nothing in reply and I felt him hum in response against my ear.

“You feel so comfortable against me like this.” He pointed out and nuzzled my ear in the next moment,

making a small tremor slide down my spine instantly.

“You didn’t respond to me about the piano playing.” I pointed out once afsin, my voice sounding way

too breathless even to my own ears,

“Oh, I can’t play the piano.” He replied and I huffed out a breath.

“You can.” I argued.

“Not anymore.” He drawled out against my ear and I felt my cheeks flame up as I imagined him kissing

his way down my throat in that way. He bit on my ear the next moment and I let out a small gasp and

leaned against him even more, and I heard him start to chuckle almost immediately, making

embarrassing heat start to tug in the lowest part of my stomach, as more color flooded my cheeks.

“What- what instrument can you play in here then?” I asked after about a minute, feeling my voice

wobble a little, and I dug my teeth into my bottom lip instantly, as I awaited his response.

“Your body. I can play with the strings of your body.” He replied, choosing that particular moment to tug

on my earlobe and a small moan fell out of my lips before I could think.

“O-ohh.” I stuttered out and heard him chuckle against my ear once again.

“Yes, bunny; I can. I’d play your body over this piano if you’d let me.” He promised in a low whisper and

I felt more heat start to pool at the part between my thighs in that particular moment, and I started to

squeeze my thighs together as I found it hard to think when he started to suck a mark on the spot

beneath and behind my ear.

“Want me to play your body over this piano? You have to let me know if you want me to or not, I can’t

make out what you mean through moans and whimpers, now can I?”

He continued, speaking against my ear in a way that was tugging on so many things in my body at

once, as well as pressing on a lot of buttons in my body. I shuddered hard against him and started to

whisper pleas to him as I shamelessly pressed my body back against him.

He chuckled against my ear once again and I shuddered hard against him, allowing my head to drop to

the side because I wanted him to add more marks to the ones already on my neck at this very moment.

“Now you’re begging me to mark your throat up? That’s what you do now?” He demanded in a low

voice and I felt mortification and arousal lick at the whole insides of my body at once, and I let out a

stuttered moan as more pleas fell past my lips in that particular moment.

“If you want me to mark your throat more prettier than it already is, then you might as well arch it

properly.” He whispered against my ear in a way that made my back arch against him as I breathed out

another small moan.

Where was Luca that was always so soft with me? He was completely gone and a different Luca was

with me at the moment, and all what he was saying and doing to me at this particular moment was

making me get even more heated between my thighs.

I felt one of his arms loosened from my shoulders and he dug his fingers into my hair before I could

blink; he used his firm hold on my hair strands to jerk my head sideways, baring my throat to his hungry

gaze, and I let out a whimper and squeezed my eyes shut as I felt his grip tighten even more in my hair,

making that greedy heat in the depths of my stomach twist up even more, and it curled more and more,

pulsing even more as I felt Luca started to chuckle quietly against my throat.

This was supposed to feel mortifying.

“This is how your pretty throat is supposed to be presented to me, in order for me to mark it up more

than it currently is.”

I should be embarrassed, a normal person was supposed to be mortified about this, and outraged. But

I wasn’t, I wasn’t outraged by it; I wanted more, so much more of this, and if that didn’t make more

twisted heated feelings curl up and lick up my whole insides at once.

“You do want this, don’t you?” He questioned and I tried to nod my head but my head wouldn’t move an

inch due to how tight and firm his hold on my hair was.

“Use your words, bunny. I did tell you that I cannot understand pathetic little whimpers and moans,

didn’t I?” He murmured against my ear and I shuddered against his firm chest and stuttered out a

response.

“Ye- yes, you d- did.”

“So what’s your decision going to be?”

“Y- yes.”

“Yes to what?” He insisted, lightly dragging his teeth over the arched curve of my throat and sucking

feather light kisses into a particular sensitive spot.

“I um, want this. Y- yes, I- I do.”