Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 201

Sofia’s POV

I could already feel myself waking up before I finally ended up opening my eyes, and I dragged in deep

bouts of air into my lungs for a few minutes before starting to turn around on the bed. My cheeks

started to burn in embarrassment because the second I allowed my eyes to slide open and sat up, all

that started to swim around in my head had her all the thighs which Luca had done to me last night.

Mi couldn’t help it, I turned around on the bed and rolled into my stomach, gripping the pillow beneath

me and squeezing it as I muffled my scream into it. I couldn’t believe that had happened the previous

night and was completely real.

I was starting to go through everything in my head and it had felt way too real to be a dream, almost the

same way it had felt way too good to be unreal. I groaned a little and pressed my face deeper into the

pillow, breathing more of that particular scent that I loved so much about Luca, breathing it in deeply

and shuddering a little as my stomach started to feel like it was swooping a little, feeling like a thousand

butterflies had just chooses that particular moment to start flapping and dancing around the small

space in my stomach, all at once, making me get even more flustered.

After a few seconds, I finally turned around on the bed and stared up into the roof, digging my teeth into

my bottom lips as I mind started to wander a thousand of miles in a fleeting second. I pushed myself up

into a sitting position and dropped the sheets from my chest, and color flooded my cheeks almost

instantly as soon as I realized that I was completely naked beneath the sheets.

It meant I had fell asleep completely naked, and Luca had cuddled me last night as well. Now that I

was starting to think about it, he had been wide awake and could have done something to my body if

he wanted to, seeing as it was literally in his reach throughout the night – but he didn’t do a thing… how

couldn’t l end up trusting him and feeling even more safe around him. He had a thousand opportunity to

hurt me if he had wanted to get me hurt ever since we got married, but he had never did a thing to me

that I didn’t like, and that was supposed to have been more than enough proof for my mind… but I had

somehow ignored that part, because a part of my mind and head had been really scared back then.

I wasn’t all that scared anymore, and I know the fact that I trusted him a lot at this point. I reached down

and raked my face over my body, noticing the thousand of bites marks over my boobs, and the lewd

look of my chest made me flush even more. There was bigger and smaller sized bite marks and each

one only seem to be larger than the previous one, and it was literally over my whole boobs, the

underside, the top, the valley in between, the spots around the nipples and other bare spots around my

nipples and around my chest areas. All the marks looked blue-black and angry in a way.

I rolled around on the bed and slid off the bed after a few seconds, raking my fingers through my hair

and pushing myself to my feet. I was feeling self conscious and shy to be standing completely naked in

here at the moment, but then I reminded myself that the only person in here who could walk in here st

the very moment, was the one who had seen me completely last night, and had even with me

completely naked in his arms last night, so now that I was sterimg to think about it, it was starting to

feel almost dumb and absurd in my head for me to be embarrassed.

I made my way into the bathroom completely naked and pushed the door close behind me. I had a

feeling Luca wasn’t here at home and had already left for work at the moment, which was alright with

me. I wouldn’t suddenly start being clingy around him because of what had just happened between

us… but one thing I was very sure of at the moment, was the fact that I couldn’t wait for him to get

home tonight.

He had completely taken care of me last night and it had been a really perfect night. Never in my

wildest dream would I have known that I’d be going out on a really romantic date with my husband in

my first month of being married to him. I had been ecstatic when he had popped the question and I had

agreed instantly, bursting with excitement almost immediately.

I had been pleasantly surprised when we arrived at the Avenue for the said dinner, because it had

looked really exquisite and posh and I most definitely didn’t ever try to think Luca would be bringing me

to somewhere that cool and good looking. We had made our way together into the restaurant and a few

minutes later, he had come about a bunch of children which he ended up recognizing after a few

moments. It had been really endearing to watch him get cutely intimate with the little girl who had come

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I had felt my stomach squeezed a little in my insides as I watched them for a few minutes before they

finally parted ways. The elevator had been our first reason for waiting and waiting in that particular spot

for over five minutes and I had a feeling that assuming the elevator didn’t encounter any kind of

problem, then Luca would have most definitely not set his eyes on those bunch of children.

I had been really worked up from all the attention Luca had been showering me even before we left the

house for the restaurant, and after getting to the last floor where the dinner was supposed to hold on, I

had started to feel even more worked up almost immediately from the amount of times Luca would pull

my body against him and how my body would literally melt agdinst his hard muscles filled body.

The conversation before the food had been nice, and when the food arrived, starting from the starter, it

had been really nice. I had fallen in love with a particular wine right there at the restaurant and I had

been Ajose dumb enough to not even remember to have glanced at the name of the bottle of wine –

probably because I had been completely carried away with savoring its taste and sterimg at it longingly

when Luca refused to met me have anlthrt glass of it. It could also have been because my whole mime

had been completely clouded up by Luca and everything about him, making it almost impossible to try

to even concentrate on something else.

I shook my head a little as I made my way deeper into the bathroom and stopped before the mirror

which went down a low here in the bathroom, and not the one attached to the sink for washing of

hands.

I stood before the mirror and felt myself flush even kore with embarrassment as I took a good look at

myself. There were a lot of marks all over my body, my waist, hips, the top and insides of my thighs, my

stomach, my rib cages and almost everywhere. I gasped out a little and pressed my hand into my ear

in embarrassment, puffing out a breath and turned my neck to the shed a little.

A small breath left my lips as I stared at my throat at the moment in the mirror before me, it felt like it

was the most abused part of my whole body at the moment. There were a lot of bite marks over it, and

there was a lot of other marks around it, right from the underside of my jaw to the long line of my throat

before the top of my shoulder. What caught my attention the most was the fact there was a faint mark

around my throat, from the first side of my throat to the complete other side. I didn’t need to think too

much or too deeply to figure out that it was the faint marks of Luca’s hand when he had wrapped his

hand around my throat and squeezed on it in such a good way.

I started to wonder how it is that he had figured out the fact that I had liked that particular kind of thing.

Frankly, I didn’t know something like that existed, I had no idea it was in existence and after the first

time he had done it to me right there on the top of the kitchen counter, I had liked it really well and after

that day, each time the thought of him wrapping his hand around my throat and squeezing on it comes

into my mind, it Anyways leaves me with a really flustered feeling behind.