Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 306

Sofia’s pov

Luca had carded his fingers through my hair and had pulled me tight against me when he had been

about to leave. He lightly brushed his lips against my forehead as well, ignoring the pout I had been

subtly trying to use in getting him to give me a kiss. He had only laughed at my aticts and then he had

gone on and on to tell me about how stunning I was, right before he left for work. The fact that he had

not left the house overly early today made me quite happy, that way I got to wake up with him still in

bed – which only happens once in a while.

Before Luce had left for work, he had encouraged me to spend more time with his brother and to try to

get to know him better if that was what I wanted. And since that was exactly what i wanted, I was going

to do just that, In hopes that we end up bonding.

I made my way down the stairs and slightly winced at the slight soreness between my thighs, although

the pleasure that I had felt last night and this morning, had been worth it so much.

Although, Luca and I didn’t end up having sex. Luca being the overobservabt person ever, said that I

was already too tired from orgasming twice, which automatically meant that it can’t happen that night. I

had pouted and had ended up settling to suck him off, which I had gladly done.

Luca came all over my face and it had felt so hot that I got turned on all over again, and Luca had used

the vibrator on me once again, making me see real stars explode behind me eyes from the orgasm.

Luca also got turned on again by the time I was coming down my high, but he tried to convince me to This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

not suck him off agsin– because he was sure it was going to turn me on again, which was going to

make him want to take care of it, which would in turn get him turned on again, and so on, and so on.

And so I had almost fallen asleep in the couch he had laid me on as he changed the ruined sheets. He

had also cleaned me thoroughly with a warm wash cloth and I had been fast asleep before he finally

joined me.

My phone vibrated in the back pocket of my jeans, but I ignored it because I knew it was my usual

alarm, reminding me of my painting schedule, which I was most definitely not going to follow today,

because I was going to instead spend time with my brother in law.

Armani was playing some sort of video game when I arrived in the sitting room, and ne waved me over

as soon as he noticed my presence, which was a very good start in my book.

“Hello Sofia, good morning.” He murmured as I sank into the couch after his. “Good morning, Armani.

Did you sleep well?”

“Like a little baby, what about you?” Determined to not be oblivious, I killed the blush that was

threatening to betray me as I responded. “I did too.”

Somehow, after that little greeting, we began to talk, way more than I expected. Armani was a really

funny person and it wasn’t long before I had loosened up to him and was laughing along to his jokes.

He told me about Himself, about his life in the states, but nothing about his childhood. I didn’t press for

details though, because I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

After a little while, we had breakfast together and discussed throughout it. Armani couldn’t hide the

shock he had felt on hearing that I paint, and then he had begged me to show him my works, as soon

as I informed him of my painting room.

This was the first time a complete stranger to me was going to be coming into a space I consider as a

save haven for me, but because I was planning to have that ‘stranger’ tag retified as soon as possible, I

didn’t mind one bit. Armani’s reaction to my painting made my heart feel really full, and it made me feel

really seen.

And then we had both launched into a very animated talk about everything and anything relating to Arts

and paintings. I wasn’t all that surprised when he informed me that he once used to paint, because

Luca had told me that once – but I didn’t tell Armani this. Armani said he stopped painting when he

moved to the states, and when I had asked for his reasons, he said it hadn’t feel the same anymore

after he relocated. And because he didn’t seem like he wanted to talk about that, I was quick to change

the subject and steer it away from his life in the states.

After some time, Armani hovered as I painted some flowers in windy a garden and although I felt a little

bit insecure about my paintings, his reactions to the ones I had already were quiet refreshing – even

though he might have acted that way just to make me feel better, a part of me thought. Another part of

me supplied that there was just no way Armani could do that because he didn’t seem like the type.

Some hours later and Armani suggested we take a ride around the streets a little because it’s been

long since he was here last. I informed him that I couldn’t drive but he said he could, and so it wasn’t

long that we both got ready, and were leaving the apartment in the car I usually take wherever I wanted

to go. It somehow felt refreshing to not be surrounded by guards right now, just like the way it usually is

whenever I’m with Luca.

Armani was just as strong as Luca, I had no doubt he’d keep me protected if anything happens, I

thought to myself absent mindedly.

Some time later after we had driven past a few malls and had finally stopped because Armani had

wanted to get something.

I was on my phone when he was returning, and a startled sound made me glance up at the entrance of

the mall, to see Armani being ambushed by some men in black. I let out a startled scream and got out

of the car without thinking, but the people holding Armani shot at the car, a few inches away from ne

and I crouched and let out an horrified scream. I didn’t dare glance up until I heard their car speed off,

with Armani in it.