Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 81

Luca’s POV

I tugged on the top of my tie and released the tightened of it a little as I stared at myself in tne floor

length mirror in the walk-in closet, right before I pulled my jacket firmly on my body and buttoned up. I

made my way towards the dressing table and picked up the comb, running it through my hair a few

times. The hair was really dry, and so I picked up a water curls spray for the small shelf beside the

dressing table and sprayed it over my hair, and once I was done, I ran tne comb through the curls and it

combed out more softly, the wet liquid making the curls stick together the way it really should.

I picked out the conditioner and rubbed some into my palm, massaging it into my hair, noticing a

smaller swipe of finger into it, which was proof that Sofia had probably made use of it before she left

the house. Once I was done, I placed the comb on the table and took a few steps back, checking out

my hair to ensure that it was combed out properly and that no sides were hanging out.

I turned around and made my way towards the shoe rack to pick out a particular pair of shoes which I

was going to be wearing today. I had a lot of things to do today, and the most important of them all, was

going back to pay the set of boys that had placed Aria into tne current position that she was in, right

there in the hospital, still in a coma. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

I slipped on a pair of socks and tne shoes before spraying a mixture of two perfumes on my body, the

first one was sprayed over my wrists and handkerchief, while the second one was sprayed around my

suit, and I made sure it doesn’t directly touch the material of my suit, to avoid the spritzed spots from

darkening.

I placed the bottles of breakable perfumes back on where I picked it up from and made my way out the

walk-in closet, pulling the door close behind me. I made my way towards the bed and picked up my

phone, quickly tapping on the screen to wake the phone up. The front of the phone lit up and I stared at

the time instantly, it was some minutes after four in the evening, I was just right in time and I was

already sure James would be getting ready as well.

I inserted my phone into my pocket and picked up the two guns which were on the bed side table to

insert them into my pants, hanging the lapels of my suit jackets over it. The knives which I had started

carrying only when I was expecting an attack or about to go confront someone who I knew may be

dangerous, went into the insides of my jackets and I was done.

I patted myself down and once I was sure that I was completely ready, I turned away from the bed and

started to make my way out of the bedroom, tugging the door close behind me. I made my way through

the hallway and was about to start defending down the stairs but suddenly stopped on seeing an image

start to make their way towards the direction of the stairs.

I recognized her immediately, her long dark hair surrounding her hands and back to stop past her waist,

giving her such an angelic look– despite the fact that she looked really daring at this very moment.

And Christ, what was that dress that she had on right now?

I stared at she was about to start making her way up the stairs before glancing up and spotting

immediately. It was like it all happened in slow motion, one moment she looked really relaxed and was

about to climb up the stairs to probably go change out of her dress, and the next, she was getting

frozen in her spot and her lips were falling open in shock as her eyes skidded off my face after barely

ghosting over it for a long second.

I watched her remain in the same spot without moving, and it looked like she was having a silent battle

with herself, because one moment she was still standing still, and the next, she was taking an

unconscious step backwards.

I stared to make my way down the stairs and I noticed the way her throat moved as she swallowed

emptily, and way too quickly, I was at the last stair and on the ground in the next second, standing a

feet away from her as I stared down at her. She took a step away from me immediately, creating

distance between us and staring straight into the middle of my chest where her head was able to come

up despite the fact that she had some kinds of heels on.

I took a step closer to her and when she was about to take a step backwards as well, my hand shot out

and grabbed her chin, holding her in place and tugging her chin upwards until she was staring up at

me. I watched as her eyes fluttered and color slowly filled up her cheeks, and it hit me all over again,

that she was really, really beautiful.

There was this kind of eyeliner she had on right now, it wasn’t as thick as the ones the rest of the

women he always fuck with, but this light outline of it also looked sexy – looks really sexy even, and the

fact that it gave her eyes a stuble smokey look.

I stared straight into her eyes and called out her name in a low voice, and her response had been a

shudder that had wrecked her whole body while her eyes had fluttered softl, and I had to shake my

head and clench my other hand tight to place some kind of control on myself, because the weird

instinct I’m my head was urging my second hand to come around and wrap around her waist to pull her

petite body into my form body.

I started to wonder how she was going to react if I had her beneath my body on our bed with my hands

holding hers on the bed above her head, and my body in between her thighs and I slowly grind into her

while ghosting my nose against tne slim column of her neck and latterimg small hot kisses into her soft

skin, right before I call out her name in that voice.

Would she react this way?

Would her reaction be much more intense than this?

Was she even conscious of the way she had responded to that particular voice of mine which I don’t

frequently make use of.

I wasn’t so sure, I can’t be completely sure about Sofia.

I asked her how the shopping went and if she was able to purchase all what she needed, and she had

replied with a tiny nod of her head, her eyes still not completely opened and were instead in almost slit

shapes, a look which gave her a really submission look– and Christ, that look was getting to me so

damn much, coupled with the fact that her lips were currently a little bit parted and she looked oh so

perfect at this particular moment.

I dragged my face over her whole face and dropped my eyes lower, my eyes slowly trailing over her

throat, a small feature which was begging for my hand to wrap around, I dragged my eyes lower, over

the curve of her tits, which were covered completely in the black material of her dress, and lower.

Damn.

The word echoed in my head.

Her slim shaped waist appeared like it was extra smaller in this damn dress and the flare of her hips

actually looked way wider today. I stared pointedly at it, wondering if she was soft all over there the way

the skin on her cheeks and throat was, if she was going to shiver slightly when I touched it, or when I

nose at it before dropping a kiss on it.

I dropped my eyes lower and noticed just how small the dress was, was she trying to get someone

killed with how she was walking around looking drop dead gorgeous and oh so eatable.

I could eat her up right now, all I had to do was to lift her up on my shoulders, move her underwear

aside with my teeth and I’d be sliding my tongue through her folds while she cry out in a small voice,

hands clutching at my arranged curls and getting it all disheveled, for a very good cause.

But… I couldn’t do that.

I just can’t do that to her.

And with that, I glanced back up at her face and staring into her eyes for a few seconds before leaving

her jaw and allowing my eyes to fall on my sides once again. I watched as she puffed out a breath,

dragging in a deep breath and took a small step backwards, her legs wobbling a little.