The Mafia’s Substitute Bride

Sofia turned her head towards him, her face contorted with shock and disbelief. She felt disappointed to know the whole truth of their contract marriage.

“So you married me for this position?” she asked, her voice filled with a mixture of hurt and confusion.

Leonardo couldn’t help but feel amused, wondering how someone could be so naive.

“You can say that, and it’s not my fault,” he responded, his voice tinged with a hint of defensiveness. “I had never met you before our marriage. I didn’t know you at that time. So yes, I married you for this position. But…” Leonardo leaned forward, his face just inches away from hers, his voice dropping to a low whisper. “… it is different now.”

Sofia’s eyes searched his face, her expression a mixture of vulnerability and skepticism.

“How… how is it different? I am the same girl, and you are a Mafia king,” she said, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

Leonardo leaned even closer. A slight, knowing smirk played on his lips. “Because now I am clear about what to choose between you and this position.”

Her eyebrows furrowed, her confusion growing.

“Of course, you will choose your position as a Mafia king,” she replied curtly, her voice laced with bitterness.

He shook his head, his smirk widening. “No, angel, you are wrong.”

Her mouth fell open in surprise, her eyes widening as she stared at him in disbelief. And then, to Leonardo’s delight, a faint blush tinted her cheeks, a pink hue spreading across her delicate features.

“Sofia… umm… can I cuddle you… in the… bathtub?” Leonardo asked, taking a chance, his voice laced with hope and desire.

A deeper shade of red spread across his wife’s face, and she nodded, her lips caught between her teeth in anticipation. Encouraged by her response, Leonardo wasted no time. He swiftly peeled his clothes off, discarding each piece with urgency. His t-shirt was pulled over his head, followed by his sweatpants and boxers.

Stepping into the warm water, he caused a small overflow as the tub struggled to contain their closeness. He settled on the opposite side, leaning back against the wall of the tub, the water embracing his body. With a gentle pull, he brought Sofia closer, guiding her to sit on his lap, her back against his front.

A gasp escaped Sofia’s lips, her body instinctively tensing as their bare skin made contact. Leonardo felt a surge of desire course through him, his heart pounding in his chest. He swallowed hard, fighting to maintain his self-control, knowing that patience and restraint were paramount. He gently caressed her arms, and soon she became relaxed. Leonardo brushed his fingers on her shoulder and, moving down to her back, he traced her spine. He ran his knuckles on her thighs, moving up towards her hips, and pressed her closer. His erection was pressed against her butt, becoming harder, longer, and most painfully swollen.

Sofia shivered and moaned. It was all new to her. But that was enough for Leonardo to lose control. However, he knew that she needed time, and he had to be patient. As much as he wanted to fuck her inside the bathtub, he knew she wouldn’t be comfortable. He wanted her to be more open and relaxed with me. He wanted to make their intimate moment memorable for her, and this wasn’t the right time.

He slowly ran his fingers along her hips, moving towards her thighs.

She gasped, leaning back against him, her head finding a place on his shoulder. Leonardo could now see her face. Her eyes were closed, her pink lips were slightly open, and her breathing was heavy. He knew that she was turned on.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

His heart was pleased to know that she was affected by his touch.

“Do you not like my touch, baby girl?” he asked, and she opened her eyes and tilted her head to face him.

Looking into my eyes, she slowly shook her head.

He smirked and asked again, “So, do you like when I touch you?” He teased her, and her eyes widened in surprise.

“No.” Sofia gasped, embarrassed, her cheek turning red as she wanted to pull away, but Leonardo held her waist possessively, pulling her closer. He leaned on her shoulder, and his lips brushed on her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine.

“It’s ok, baby girl. You don’t have to be shy. I am your husband. Just tell me where you want me to touch you, and I will gladly be at your service.” He whispered into her ear.

She gasped, her chest heaving and her breast peeking out of the bubbly water. Leonardo could see her hard nipples. Every sign was screaming, letting Leonardo know that she was aroused.

He slowly moved his hand up from her waist and touched her full round breast, caressing her hard nipples. She moaned loudly, instinctively throwing her hands around his neck. He leaned down, sucking the soft skin of her neck.

“Say my name, angel,” Leonardo groaned, his voice filled with desperation and longing.

Sofia remained silent, her lips bitten in hesitation. The intensity of the moment hung in the air, charged with desire and anticipation.

“Please, angel! Don’t hold yourself back, baby girl. I am dying to hear my name from your sweet mouth,” he pleaded, his voice laced with longing. With tenderness, he showered her cheek with wet kisses, hoping to coax her into surrendering to the passion that consumed them.

“Leonardo!” she finally whispered shyly.

The sound of her uttering his name sent a surge of electricity through his body, igniting every nerve. It was as if all the right thoughts in his mind were ready to escape, overwhelmed by the sheer eroticism of her innocent voice pronouncing his name.

“Look at me, baby girl,” he urged, his own voice husky with desire.

Sofia obediently opened her eyes, her gaze now hooded with desire, mirroring his own.

His need for her became overwhelming, his body aflame with longing.

With desperation in his voice, he managed to ask, “Can I kiss you, angel?”

He held his breath, his very existence dependent on her answer. He would die if she refused. He needed to kiss her as much as he needed oxygen to breathe.

Sofia raised her head, a silent affirmation in her actions. Leonardo wasn’t foolish enough to miss the cue. Eagerly, he bent his face down, meeting her halfway. Their lips finally touched, and the world around them seemed to fade away.

Overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, Leonardo closed his eyes, surrendering to the sensations that coursed through his body. The softness of her lips against his, the taste of her, the electric connection between them-it was an overwhelming wave of pleasure that consumed his senses.