Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 168

Luca’s pov

I moved my lips against hers and tightened my hold on her throat a little, moving her face against mine and feeling her cloth covered boobs rub against my shirt ever so lightly as I deepened the kiss even more, tangling my tongue with hers and sucking get lower lips into my mouth, and she kept responding so sexily and beautifully, and her shudders only seemed to be getting more intense as the days went by.

I lifted my mouth off hers and kept on staring at her as she moaned breathlessly against my face, and after a few moments, she started to flutter her eyes open. Her eyes ended up sliding close once again when I decided to tighten my hold on her throat in that particular moment.

God, this damn woman was going to be the end of me at this point.

I swiped my tongue over my lips for a moment, and then I loosened my hold around her throat, and I watched as she finally peeled her eyes open. She was staring wide eyed at me after a moment, and she was breathing really deeply, with her chest heaving up and down as she caught her breath.

I stared at her, my eyes raking over her whole body and I could still feel her thighs wrapped tightly against my hips, and watching her looked really wrecked and roughed up, was only making that part of my ne that wanted to literally eat get up, growl silently in possession as I stared her up at down once again.

I cleared my throat once and reached for the bottle of scotch beside her now warm orange juice and I picked it up instantly, bringing the still cold bottle upwards and taking a little swig from it. I allowed the drink to slowly slide down my throat, and I stared deeply into her eyes as soon as I had swallowed the content in my mouth.

“Want another taste, bunny?” I tsked in a low voice after a moment and I watched as she hesitated for a moment, and her blown out eyes widened even more, before she gave a small nod of her head, just as her tingue slipped out to swipe across her lower lip.

I grinned a little as I shook my head a little, she knew exactly what I had been referring to, and had known damn well that I wasn’t in any way referring to the bottle of scotch in my hand, and that I had been referring to a kiss.