Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 224

Sofia’s POV

Luca as well as James, pushed themselves to their feet and started to walk away from the table where I was the only one remaining at. It was obvious that they didn’t want me to listen in on what it was that they were talking about. I pulled out my phone from my purse and started to tap away from it, going straight into Facebook and wrinkling my nose at the amount of friend requests I met in my notifications Inbox. Majority of those requests looked like they were from old people and so I ignored most of them and only approved of the non creepy looking ones. I made my way out of Facebook and checked what the time said.

It was currently some time past ten p.m in the night and I squirmed a little on my seat as I felt my core starting to throb once again. I’ve never been more relieved as I watched as James started to head towards the side which would lead him off the rooftop, finally leaving Luca and I to ourselves. I could feel my breath catch in my throat as I stared up at him as he started to make his way back to where I was currently sitting. I could feel my insides start to pulse with more heat and more arousal as Luca slowly closed the distance between us ever so slowly. I gulped emptily as he finally came to stand beside my chair and I blinked up at him, feeling my mouth run dry in an instant.

I bit on my lower lip as I slipped my hand in his open one after a moment, and he tugged me out of my seat in an instant to press me against his hard body. I blinked up at him and bit on my bottom lip as I felt his heart beat against my second hand which I had placed on his chest. He wrapped his second hand around my hip and pulled me against him even more firmly before allowing his hand to slide lower until he was cupping and squeezing on one of my butt cheeks, making my eyes slide shut as I shuddered against his body.

“You want me to lay you right here on this table and ruin you, don’t you?” I heard his voice start to echo out in a really low hum, which made me force my eyes open until I was staring up at him. I shook my head instantly, before stuttering out a small moan just as my head dropped backwards in the next second.

“Of course you do, you’d like it if anybody could walk in on us and catch us right in the act, you’d love it if someone can watch me ruin you with my fingers and mouth, don’t you?” He continued just as he let go of my right hand and wrapped his hand around my throat, squeezing around my neck a little and making my breath start to hitch and crack almost immediately.

“Huh?” He continued, “Of course you’d like it, you’d want to moan out loud that everyone on the other floors of this hotel can listen to you and how you sound whenever I touch your clit with my fingers or my tongue… and imagine what they’d say.The new owner of the hotel sounded that way when she’s being ruined... that’s what you want, isn’t it?” He continued and I choked out an incoherent word as I grabbed his suit jacket in my hands to stop myself from losing myself completely in his words as I trembled hard against him. His words sounded so dirty and filthy and appalling but I had no idea as to why it was having this kind of intense effect on me.

“I just know you wanted everyone around the table to know what I was doing to you beneath the table, you wanted them to know the kind of person you become when you’re wet… you become completely desperate and hungry, almost like a slut, which is very cute because you’d almost never be able to look me in the eyes each time I’m done with you on most occasions, although that had never stopped you from being completely desperate and hungry with me.”

“P- please.” I stuttered out on a shaky breath as I tried to make my breath steady but it only ended up coming out more shaky and breathless. Luca only squeezed harder on my butt cheek just as his grip around my throat tightened up even more.

I puffed out a deep breath when he finally released his hold on my throat– and I wouldn’t even try to deny the fact that I had been a little bit disappointed when he had removed his grip from around my throat, but there was nothing I could do when he completely let go and just continued to stare down at me, his eyes burning into different spots on my whole body at once.

“Ready to go home, bunny?” He asked and I nodded my head slowly as I tried to catch my breath, before turning around and moving to grab my purse off the table. I turned back around to see him staring down at me with an intense gaze that made a shiver roll down my spine. I lifted my hand up and used it to brush my hair out of my face, grinning shyly at him when he walked over to me and stood before him.

He slid his hand up my hip and the side of my waist to move it over my bare arm until he was resting it on my shoulder. He moved his hand upwards until he was cupping my face in his large arm, before starting to speak.

“You’re so beautiful, bunny.” He breathed out and I felt my cheeks start to heat up instantly as I blinked up at him with a small smile still playing across my lips.

“I want to capture this moment forever.” He continued and I felt my heart start to zing from so many emotions starting to swamp me up at once. I bit on my lower lip without saying a thing as I watched him shove his hand into his pocket.

A part of me thought he was about to bring out his gun in the next second but I shoved that kind of wayward thought out of my head instantly, there was no reason for him to want to pull a gun at me– I said to myself as I watched as he brought out his phone from his pocket. He moved away from me and nodded his head at the part that was nearing the edge of the rooftop.

Like a really good way. I wonder why Luca never lets me play with it. I’ve never looked at it without any sort of material covering it before, because I figured out Luca was still taking it really slow with me. I’ve felt it press into my body a lot and I just know that it was really big and long without seeing or touching it. I had remembered the first time I had asked him why he never let me play with it. He had almost choked on the juice he had been drinking at that particular moment and then he proceeded to tell me that it wasn’t time yet.

I wasn’t dumb, I just know that it was going to hold so much power when it comes to pleasing him, and I wanted to please him. I wanted to be able to make him feel good. He makes me feel good a whole lot and I wished there was a little way in which I could use in repaying him… and this seems like the very least I could do to him.

He pulled me closer to him and shifted on the seat until he had slid down the seat a little, making his hardness stay directly between my thighs, and making it press directly into my core. I gasped a little in surprise and squeezed on his bicep as I stared up at him with surprise and hunger swimming in my eyes. Luca only chuckled and grabbed my waist, dragging me over his hardness slowly until my whole dripping core got meshed over his hardness. I moaned breathlessly, tightening my thighs around his as I shuddered above him.

Never in my wildest dream did I ever imagine that I’d be in this position and still be able to feel this good. Luca moved me over him once again and I cried out a little louder this time, throwing my head back a little as he repeated the motion once again. His mouth latched on the side of my exposed throat after a few seconds and started to suck a hickey into it instantly, making incoherent noise fall out of my mouth as he continued to move me over his hardness like I was nothing but a doll.

He groaned against my throat as he continued to move me against him and I shuddered as his deep groan vibrated over my body and made me shudder against him. I lifted my hands off his biceps and wrapped it around his throat as I felt the big O start to approach me at a really fast pace.

I was stuttering and whimpering into his throat, trying to muffle how embarrassingly loud I was being, as I felt him grind me harder against him. At this point, I could feel myself dripping even more– that I was a little bit afraid that I was going to ruin his pants with my wetness at this point, but that didn’t stop me from joining him in pressing myself down as I tried to grind myself over his really hard length even more.

He tightened his hold on my waist to lift me off him a little just when my orgasm had been about to slam into me, and I had never wanted to curl up and cry from frustration like I had wanted to in this particular moment.