Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 171

Sofia’s POV

“What’s this huge bruise beside your throat?” She whispered in a low voice and I blinked at her slowly, before my mouth fell open in the next second. I lifted my hand and slapped it against the side of my throat as realization started to dawn on me.

The hickey from last night… the damn bite to the side of my neck…

Wait a second…

That was probably what Ryan had noticed at the side of my neck back there in the hallway…

Oh my gosh… can the ground open up this instant and swallow me up at this very moment?

“It’s nothing,” I breathed out after a few more seconds, turning around and pushing myself to my feet almost immediately, and then I turned around to stare at Matilda. Matilda was still staring pointedly at the side of my neck which was currently being covered by my hand. I watched as a bright glint made its way into her eyes before I could blink.

“It doesn't look like anything though, it looks so much like a love bite.” Matilda continued to speak and I started to pull my hair out of the bun which I had placed it in this morning. Assuming I hadn’t packed my hair up into a bun, it wouldn’t have been obvious one bit… to think I didn’t even notice that mark this morning.

“I’m gonna go…” I started to say as I made my way around the chair and started to make my way past Matilda who currently had a smug look on her face at the moment.

“What do you want me to prepare for you this morning though?” She asked before I could make my way out of the sitting room and I paused at the entrance and turned my head back around to stare at her.

“Anything is fine with me.” I said to get before disappearing out of the sitting room and made my way up the stairs, into the bedroom. I let myself into the bathroom and lifted my hair in my left hand before baring the side of my neck where Luca had placed so much attention on last night. My mouth fell open as soon as I took in the way my throat looked.

It oooked really bad.

I meant bad like, bruised up bad, coupled with the fact that there was a little hand mark which came from the chokehold he had me in for a little bit. I lifted my finger and pressed it to the side of my neck, winging a little because it had hurt a little.

I could remember when Luca had pressed his hand into that particular spot last night, and how it had sent so much pleasure washing over my body right there on the counter.

To think I hadn’t even thought anything was going to happen between the both of us last night, except perhaps to cuddle. And then all that had ended up happening, was something I never saw coming. I mean, I knew I had anticipated being kissed once again last night, after receiving my first real kiss from him the day before yesterday.

What I had ended up receiving after he had come taken me away from Sarah and Matilda all the way upstairs, and then he had kissed me really deeply and soundly for me to forget everything and anything in that particular moment.

Once evening time came, and I was alone in the sitting room, my mind had decided to go back to what had happened between Luca and I on the counter, and how I had completely become a whole different person at that very moment.

I never knew I could produce those kinds of sounds, nor did I know I could feel those kinds of thighs which I felt last night. It had felt like my whole body was on fire and I had been literally burning for his touch. He had kissed me so deeply and perfectly… and when he had started to bite the side of my ear, and to suck on a part of my throat, it had felt like a dam had chosen that particular moment to break open in the lowest part of my stomach.

I could still remember how he had ordered me to place my hand behind me on tne counter, after taking the top of my gown off. I could remember him licking at my nipples and sending an electric zing through my spine in that particular moment, and when he had proceeded to suck my nipple into his mouth, I had felt like one of the characters which I had read in one of my erotic books ever since I was thirteen years old.

When he had decided to pour the drink over my chest, I had gone completely crazy at that particular moment. One moment, I was scared of getting married to him, scared of living alone with him, scared of sleeping in tne same bed with him, scared of him forcing himself on me and taking my virginity, scared of being a wife to him, because it would automatically mean I have to do whatever he tells me to, scared of him in particular… and the next moment, I was finding comfort around him, and was finding it super easy to fall asleep in his warm and comfortable arms, I was finding him super attractive and hot, and I was looking forward to being kissed by him after the first time he had kissed me, after asking for consent first.

It had felt so intense when he had done all those things up me on tne counter and I had almost protested when he started to pull my cloth back up to cover my chest before taking a step away from me. I hadn’t wanted him to stop at all, I had wanted him to continue… and that had been what had scared me the most, because it had completely taken me off guard in that particular moment.

Now, at this moment… I couldn’t wait for him to get back home, I couldn’t wait to sit with him and eat dinner with him as well.

And perhaps, he'd decide to kiss me tonight, because he could kiss so well, and I loved every part of it… even though he was like the first actual kiss I had ever gotten in my life, which automatically means I didn’t have anything else to compare it to.

I breathed out a deep breath and carded my fingers through my hair, I couldn’t wait for him to get back home tonight.