Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 232

Luca’s POV

“You mother fucker.” Those two words were the first things James uttered as soon as he made his way

into my office and shut the door. I snorted a little and Ignored him, as I continued to sort out the files on

my desk, briskly putting down my signature in the required spots.

The sound of James sinking down into the seat on the other side of my table made me lift my head up

a little, and my eyes locked with that of a mischievous looking James who was grinning from ear to ear

and wiggling his eyebrows as well.

“What’s up with you this morning?” I asked after a few moments while lifting my hand up to use in

stifling a small yawn, a thing which I had been doing almost as soon as I had gotten to the office, which

was only about thirty minutes ago.

It was most definitely because I hadn’t been able to get enough sleep last night, and of course, Sofia

had been the complete reason for that. Last night was the night whereby we had a dinner arrangement

with Tristan and his wife along with my best friend, James and my wife and I. Of course, one of the

reasons as to why I agreed to that dinner was because I wanted my wife to finally meet with James,

someone we’ve both always been talking about almost every damn day ever since I got married to her.

It was also a good thing that Sofia’s friendship with Tristan’s wife, Kayla had grown noticeably closer,

which was another reason as to why that wedding was scheduled. I knew damn well that Sofia would

want to meet with her new friend a lot more, but couldn’t because she can’t be allowed to leave the

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It might seem like I was doing nothing but caging her in the house while I leave for work every damn

day, which is why I had already scheduled another dinner arrangement with her for later this week –

although I haven’t told her about it yet.

If she asked me about wanting to go hang out with Kayla, I was going to agree to it this time because

I’d like them to get even more closer. It would do her good if she gets a friend of her own that she can

talk to and be really comfortable around.

Last night was really wild for me, I didn’t even see it coming one bit that Sofia was going to want to

pleasure me and make me feel good. I mean, I’ve always loved making her feel good because it

always undoubtedly makes me feel good in a kind of way as well, but that didn’t dispute the fact that all

I usually do to her is to give and give without receiving anything back in return, not even a hand job – it

wasn’t like I even minded, I knew that all these was completely new to her so I wawu just taking it all in

a slow pace with her. I had been surprised at first, then I had felt really hungry because I had always

fantasized about using her in the way I had done last night, even before we finally did it… and it had felt

so much better than it always felt in my dreams.

I couldn’t deny the fact that even though I was surprised at first, It hadn’t taken much for me to give in

to my hunger and use her in a way that had undoubtedly made her feel good as well, if the whole way

she was shuddering and gasping and whimpering and arching her back and clenching her thighs

together was something to go by.

I had ended the night by making her feel good in a new type of way for her, by making her sit on my

face. She didn't want to sit on my face at first but after I had literally tugged her upwards and sat her

across my face, with our eyes locked together, she had ended up surrendering to me instantly. I hadn’t

planned to make her sit on my face at first, but after watching her do what I had asked of her without

any sort of questions, without any sort of disagreement, by taking off her clothes herself despite how

much she had been trembling while doing it, had made my go crazy as I sat on the bed while watching

her.

I shook my head a little to get that suddenly vivid thought of my dick sliding into my opened mouth as I

glanced down at what I had been doing on the table, picking up my pen once again and starting to pick

out a second file since I was now done with the first one.

“Luca?” I glanced up as soon as I heard James' voice.

“You alright, man?” He asked in a small second and I nodded my head instantly as I sat up in my seat

and started to stretch my hands and shoulders.

“I am, just tired.” I responded and James wiggled his eyebrows at me in a way that made me cringe

really hard.

“Why? It’s because of last night right? I’m talking about what happened after we all left, and not before

the dinner.” James continued and I huffed out a small laugh in the next second.

“You’re so stupid, man,” I said to him as I started to card my fingers through my hair in the next second.

“But I was right, wasn’t I? You can’t even try to deny it.” He continued to say after a few seconds and I

leaned forward and placed my hands on the table before me.

“Why should I deny it?” I demanded with a small eye roll.

“See? I knew I was right.” James exclaimed and I had never wanted to hit him like I wanted to in this

very moment.

“Fuck off.” I murmured to him as I made to start working on my second file for the day, but of course,

James had to cut into what I had been about to say once again.