Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 40

Luca’s POV

With that, I rolled out of the bed and stretched for a little while before making my way towards the bathroom. I placed my phone on the sink before the mirror and stared into it for a few seconds, the unwanted hair that was starting to grow on my face reminding me that I had promised myself I was going to trim my beard last night.

I picked up my tooth brush and cleaned my teeth thoroughly before proceeding to line out my shaving necessities on the counter, in the bathroom. I sprayed a thick layer of the shaving cream over the whole edges of my jaw before starting to lightly and carefully trim the edges. The mirror on the wall has always been the perfect guide and I changed the blades and scrubbed over my light beard, knowing it was only going to trim it and render everything into a particular look without one part looking higher with the other part looking really low.

Once I was done, I cleaned the shaving cream off and washed my face a couple of times before finally burying my head in a towel and patting my beard dry. I pulled the towel away after a few minutes and stared at myself in the mirror, noticing the change in it immediately and also noticing how pale my cheeks were.

Feeling the strong urge to go to the gym and knowing that It wasn’t all that good for people with muscle pain to carry out the kind of exercises I indulge in, but I was going to do it anyway… I just wouldn’t do too much if it anyway.

I exited the bathroom with my phone in hand and nothing more as I made my way towards the bed side table of my side of the bed to pick the gun up and place it back on the table. I made my way out of the empty bathroom and walked down the hall until I got to the gym. I let myself in immediately and placed a hand on my waist as I stared around the whole room, noticing that almost all equipment was calling to me at the same time.

Not wanting to do something overly complex, I walked over to the left part of the room and sat on the chair before lifting up the first barbell there and moving it around. I lifted it forward and downwards and upwards and downwards again, repeating the motion and allowing it to go on and on and on. When I switched to my second hand, I was already panting heavily. I lifted the barbell. I repeated the motion, making sure I lifted it up to the furthest height it could go before finally leaving it be and watching it drop down immediately.

Once I felt like I had done enough of that particular exercise, I moved to the one of weights lifting and started lifting the size next to the biggest size, moving from a bent position into a standing position with the weight held high in a way that would make it seem so easy to a newbie, like I was doing it effortlessly and not straining myself one bit.

I did a couple of things more before deciding that I had done enough of the whole exercising thing for the day. I sank into one of the chairs in the gym and panted deeply, my shoulders muscles were not hurting all that much and my headache, although not completely gone, was so manageable now and I was still going to make use of the drugs which I had used last night, so it was going to completely vanish today, hopefully.

I stood up from my seat and picked my phone up while stretching my arms out a little, sweat was dripping off my face, down towards my shoulders and all over my chest. A quick glance downwards showed how glistening my chest was, a good thing that I haven’t showered this morning yet.

Damning myself for not coming in here with a towel, and not wanting to make use of the ones in the gym, I made my way out of the gym room and closed the door tightly behind me. I made my way down the hall, back towards the bedroom in hopes of showering and dressing up as fast as I could.

I pulled the bedroom’s door open and paused in my tracks, outside the bedroom’s door, in the hallway– when I heard a quiet, startled gasp from the room the moment I had pulled open the door. There stood Sofia, standing on the other side of the once closed door, and it looked so much like she had been about to push the door open as well but I had beaten her to it.

I stared down at her and craned my head to the side, sliding my gaze over her face and our eyes locked almost immediately, my gray eyes staring straight into her wide blown, blue eyes which stared back up into mine. My eyes lowered, ghosted over her cheeks which were a light shade of pink and down towards her set of lips which always seemed like it was in a pout. The lower one looked almost swollen and shiny, like she had bitten and sucked on it countless times since the start of today.

She was in a white skirt that looked too small from what I had imagined she wears around the house whenever I had left for work.

I thought all her clothes were going to be a bunch of boring outfits, but she had proven me wrong twice… the first time was in the hospital, two days ago. There, she hadn’t even bothered with a bra and it had taken extra concentration to not allow my eyes to linger on the puckered nipples of hers which were pressed against the material of the small sleeveless top she had on, at the hospital. And today, she was wearing a shirt which revealed enough skin on her thighs for me to be able to tell that the rest of her thighs were going to be even more creamy looking than what the lower parts of her thighs looked like. She had on a big, grey top and hadn’t bothered to bring out her strapped up arm from the second side of the shirt.

Her feet were in a small, hairy pair of slippers that blended more into what I’d associate her with.

I glanced back up and focused my gaze on her face which had darkened a few shades more, her eyes skidded away the moment our eyes locked again and my eyes darkened as my mind took on a dangerous part as it started bringing up different images of Sofia’s ass and thighs on the bed, glowing even redder than her face, after I had given her an intense spanking which she had begged me for.

“How are you this morning?” I finally said to her and slightly winced when my voice came out rougher and growler than I had expected and wanted it to.

I watched as her lips parted and her eyes widened for a few seconds before she blinked once and made to reply to me.

“I’m good, thank you.” She nodded her head along to the words that left her mouth and I started to wonder why her voice sounded so perfect.

“How’s your arm?” I asked again and she lightly bit on her lower lip, making me wonder if she’d find it weird if I tug her lower lip out from between the light grip her teeth had on it and insert my thumb into her mouth since she wanted something to nibble on so bad.

She’d most definitely find it weird… I might find it weird too, because just where were these thoughts suddenly coming out from?