Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 222

Sofia’s POV

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came rolling in.

Kayla was saying something into her husband’s ear and I was slowly kicking my chocolate off my small

fock when I felt a cold hand rest on my knees. I jolted a little and was quick to swallow the content in

my mouth to avoid myself from choking, as I slowly turned my head around to stare at Luca. He wasn’t

staring at me at the moment, he didn’t even give any kind of indication that he was currently drawing a

weird pattern on my knees with his fingers and that it was making my cure start to throb a bit more.

I was super aware of the fact that I had been moistened up down there due to how hot Luca was, and

each time he kissed and touched me, it always managed to only make that heat get even more intense

than it currently is at the moment. I shook my head a little and bit on the insides of my cheeks as I tried

to ignore his hand that was now laying on my thighs and had sent goosebumps over my whole skin.

I scoop up another spoon of the chocolate and was about to insert it into my mouth, but Luca chose

that particular moment to squeeze on my thighs, making my hands shake and my breath craze. To

avoid embarrassing myself by making the chocolate drop over my chest and dress, I dropped the

spoon of chocolate back on the desert and then I tried to tune out the fact that he was slowly moving

his hands closer and closer to my core.

I dragged in deep breaths and shook a little in my seat, blinking my eyes every little minute as I tried

not to quiver when he started to nudge my thighs apart with his fingers. I had tried to not part them

because the fear of one of our dates finding out what it was that we were currently doing, was deep in a

reasonable part of my head. But Luca seemed to not care because he laughed at what James had said

to him just as he nudged my thighs apart with his wrist and dragged his knuckles against my soaked

underwear and I parted them instantly. I bit on my lower lip to stiffen my small cry.

I began to ask myself why I had thought sitting beside Luca was going to be a good idea to begin with?

This doesn’t seem like a good idea one bit. This seems like a really bad idea, but it didn’t stop me from

parting my thighs even more and clenching my fists on the table when his knuckles continued to stroke

over the front of my core through the wet part of my underwear, and I shuddered each time his

knuckles grazed that particular part.