Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 224

Sofia’s POV

Luca as well as James, pushed themselves to their feet and started to walk away from the table where

I was the only one remaining at. It was obvious that they didn’t want me to listen in on what it was that

they were talking about. I pulled out my phone from my purse and started to tap away from it, going

straight into Facebook and wrinkling my nose at the amount of friend requests I met in my notifications

Inbox. Majority of those requests looked like they were from old people and so I ignored most of them

and only approved of the non creepy looking ones. I made my way out of Facebook and checked what

the time said.

It was currently some time past ten p.m in the night and I squirmed a little on my seat as I felt my core

starting to throb once again. I’ve never been more relieved as I watched as James started to head

towards the side which would lead him off the rooftop, finally leaving Luca and I to ourselves. I could

feel my breath catch in my throat as I stared up at him as he started to make his way back to where I

was currently sitting. I could feel my insides start to pulse with more heat and more arousal as Luca

slowly closed the distance between us ever so slowly. I gulped emptily as he finally came to stand

beside my chair and I blinked up at him, feeling my mouth run dry in an instant.

I bit on my lower lip as I slipped my hand in his open one after a moment, and he tugged me out of my

seat in an instant to press me against his hard body. I blinked up at him and bit on my bottom lip as I

felt his heart beat against my second hand which I had placed on his chest. He wrapped his second

hand around my hip and pulled me against him even more firmly before allowing his hand to slide lower

until he was cupping and squeezing on one of my butt cheeks, making my eyes slide shut as I

shuddered against his body.

“You want me to lay you right here on this table and ruin you, don’t you?” I heard his voice start to echo

out in a really low hum, which made me force my eyes open until I was staring up at him. I shook my

head instantly, before stuttering out a small moan just as my head dropped backwards in the next

second.

“Of course you do, you’d like it if anybody could walk in on us and catch us right in the act, you’d love it

if someone can watch me ruin you with my fingers and mouth, don’t you?” He continued just as he let

go of my right hand and wrapped his hand around my throat, squeezing around my neck a little and

making my breath start to hitch and crack almost immediately.

“Huh?” He continued, “Of course you’d like it, you’d want to moan out loud that everyone on the other

floors of this hotel can listen to you and how you sound whenever I touch your clit with my fingers or my

tongue… and imagine what they’d say.The new owner of the hotel sounded that way when she’s being

ruined... that’s what you want, isn’t it?” He continued and I choked out an incoherent word as I grabbed

his suit jacket in my hands to stop myself from losing myself completely in his words as I trembled hard

against him. His words sounded so dirty and filthy and appalling but I had no idea as to why it was

having this kind of intense effect on me.

“I just know you wanted everyone around the table to know what I was doing to you beneath the table,

you wanted them to know the kind of person you become when you’re wet… you become completely

desperate and hungry, almost like a slut, which is very cute because you’d almost never be able to look

me in the eyes each time I’m done with you on most occasions, although that had never stopped you

from being completely desperate and hungry with me.”

“P- please.” I stuttered out on a shaky breath as I tried to make my breath steady but it only ended up

coming out more shaky and breathless. Luca only squeezed harder on my butt cheek just as his grip

around my throat tightened up even more.

I puffed out a deep breath when he finally released his hold on my throat– and I wouldn’t even try to

deny the fact that I had been a little bit disappointed when he had removed his grip from around my

throat, but there was nothing I could do when he completely let go and just continued to stare down at

me, his eyes burning into different spots on my whole body at once.

“Ready to go home, bunny?” He asked and I nodded my head slowly as I tried to catch my breath,

before turning around and moving to grab my purse off the table. I turned back around to see him

staring down at me with an intense gaze that made a shiver roll down my spine. I lifted my hand up and

used it to brush my hair out of my face, grinning shyly at him when he walked over to me and stood

before him.

He slid his hand up my hip and the side of my waist to move it over my bare arm until he was resting it

on my shoulder. He moved his hand upwards until he was cupping my face in his large arm, before

starting to speak.

“You’re so beautiful, bunny.” He breathed out and I felt my cheeks start to heat up instantly as I blinked This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

up at him with a small smile still playing across my lips.

“I want to capture this moment forever.” He continued and I felt my heart start to zing from so many

emotions starting to swamp me up at once. I bit on my lower lip without saying a thing as I watched him

shove his hand into his pocket.

A part of me thought he was about to bring out his gun in the next second but I shoved that kind of

wayward thought out of my head instantly, there was no reason for him to want to pull a gun at me– I

said to myself as I watched as he brought out his phone from his pocket. He moved away from me and

nodded his head at the part that was nearing the edge of the rooftop.

“Go stand over there, I want to take a picture of you right now, and right there.” He said and I felt my

stomach start to flutter uncontrollably in the next second as I made my way towards where he had

asked me to go stand at. I paused there and breathed out a deep breath, loving how the wind around

this part of the roof was way more stronger and was blowing my hair around.

I stared straight at the camera and even smiled when he asked me to. He walked towards me and

nuzzled my cheeks and nose until a small giggle burst out of mouth, and he took a picture of us in that

particular position without me knowing he was about to, the almost blinding flashlight gave that away.

“Do the pictures look alright?” I asked him after a little while and he turned his head to stare down at

me before starting to nod his head in response.

“Of course, bunny. They’re more than perfect.” He replied as he pressed a kiss into the side of my head

that made my heart flutter against the insides of my chest.

“We should probably start to head home right now.” He declared as he took my hand in his and I

couldn’t agree with him as I started to walk beside him, staring around the whole open sky and the very

bright moon, coupled with how the bright lights in this part of the rooftop were so good looking.

We made our way out of the hotel and got into the car after a few more minutes. I was glad Luca had

remembered to click on the button that would make the demarcation come up between our part of the

car and that of the driver’s and a bodyguard as soon as we had got into the car, because I was

pressing into his side almost immediately, all shame left outside the door, as it seems.

Luca chuckled quietly as if he found what I was doing cute, right before he lifted me up like I weighed

nothing and settled me over his suit clad muscles filled thighs, making my gown get really ridden up as

my thighs parted to accommodate him. I shivered a little as I felt his hand first start to ghost over my

exposed thighs, before starting to slide up my thighs and waist, as he pulled me into his body even

more.

I felt his hardness beneath my butt and it felt like such a hard stick that was warm and big and long-

really long. I shivered above it, as it felt like just having that hardness pressed against my butt was

making me feel some type of way.

Like a really good way. I wonder why Luca never lets me play with it. I’ve never looked at it without any

sort of material covering it before, because I figured out Luca was still taking it really slow with me. I’ve

felt it press into my body a lot and I just know that it was really big and long without seeing or touching

it. I had remembered the first time I had asked him why he never let me play with it. He had almost

choked on the juice he had been drinking at that particular moment and then he proceeded to tell me

that it wasn’t time yet.

I wasn’t dumb, I just know that it was going to hold so much power when it comes to pleasing him, and

I wanted to please him. I wanted to be able to make him feel good. He makes me feel good a whole lot

and I wished there was a little way in which I could use in repaying him… and this seems like the very

least I could do to him.

He pulled me closer to him and shifted on the seat until he had slid down the seat a little, making his

hardness stay directly between my thighs, and making it press directly into my core. I gasped a little in

surprise and squeezed on his bicep as I stared up at him with surprise and hunger swimming in my

eyes. Luca only chuckled and grabbed my waist, dragging me over his hardness slowly until my whole

dripping core got meshed over his hardness. I moaned breathlessly, tightening my thighs around his as

I shuddered above him.

Never in my wildest dream did I ever imagine that I’d be in this position and still be able to feel this

good. Luca moved me over him once again and I cried out a little louder this time, throwing my head

back a little as he repeated the motion once again. His mouth latched on the side of my exposed throat

after a few seconds and started to suck a hickey into it instantly, making incoherent noise fall out of my

mouth as he continued to move me over his hardness like I was nothing but a doll.

He groaned against my throat as he continued to move me against him and I shuddered as his deep

groan vibrated over my body and made me shudder against him. I lifted my hands off his biceps and

wrapped it around his throat as I felt the big O start to approach me at a really fast pace.

I was stuttering and whimpering into his throat, trying to muffle how embarrassingly loud I was being,

as I felt him grind me harder against him. At this point, I could feel myself dripping even more– that I

was a little bit afraid that I was going to ruin his pants with my wetness at this point, but that didn’t stop

me from joining him in pressing myself down as I tried to grind myself over his really hard length even

more.

He tightened his hold on my waist to lift me off him a little just when my orgasm had been about to slam

into me, and I had never wanted to curl up and cry from frustration like I had wanted to in this particular

moment.