The Mafia’s Substitute Bride

Leonardo’s lips ravished Sofia’s, his desire evident in every desperate kiss. He couldn’t get enough of her, his tongue teasing and parting the seam of her lips, seeking permission to explore the depths of her mouth. Sofia caught up in the intoxicating whirlwind of passion, eagerly reciprocated his advances, her tongue dancing with his in a fiery embrace.

As Leonardo continued to taste the sweetness of her lips, a knowing smile played on his face. He sensed her lack of experience, and the realization excited him even more. With an unrestrained hunger, she bit down on his lip in a moment of desperate desire, sending a surge of pleasure through his veins, knowing she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

Reluctantly pulling away from their passionate exchange, Leonardo looked deeply into her eyes. He had to hear it from her own lips to have the confirmation he sought. “Sofia, am I your first kiss?” he asked, his voice filled with a mixture of curiosity and possessiveness.

Her face dipped slightly, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes as she countered, “Did I… did I do something wrong?”

Gently, he placed a finger under her chin, lifting her face to meet his gaze. The tenderness in his touch reassured her as he spoke with a soft conviction, “No, angel. I just want to hear from you that only I own these sweet lips. Tell me that I am the only man who has ever kissed these sweet-as-sin lips of yours.”

A blush crept over her cheeks as she nodded slightly, her teeth biting nervously into her bottom lip. Leonardo could see her hesitation and her shyness, and he wanted her to vocalize what he already knew.

“I want your words, baby girl,” he asserted, his voice filled with a commanding tone that mirrored his position as the mafia king.

With a whispered breath, Sofia finally gave him the confirmation he craved, her voice barely above a whisper, “Yes.”

” Fuck!” He groaned before slamming his lips on her.

He held her waist firmly, lifting her slightly under the water until she faced him. Sofia legs straddled his hips. The closeness, the intimate contact, ignited a surge of desire within him, and he could feel himself growing hard. He was just a moment away from entering her tight hole.

“Shit!” he cursed inwardly, realizing that they needed to stop before he lost all semblance of self-control. He pulled away, his grip still firm on her waist. With a slight shift, he stepped out of the bathtub, extending his hand to offer her assistance in getting out. Confusion clouded her eyes as she looked at him.

“We must stop, baby, or I won’t be able to hold myself back,” he sighed, his gaze fixed on her tempting body.

A shy smile adorned her lips as she took his hand and stepped out of the tub, trusting his judgment. He led her under the shower, and he couldn’t help but notice her eyes lingering on his erection.

She looked up at him with her innocent blue eyes, her voice filled with curiosity. “You’re big.”

A deep chuckle escaped him, and he reassured her with a playful grin. “Don’t worry, baby girl. You’ll get used to it,” he replied, his words laced with a hint of teasing.

Her eyes widened, her cheeks flushing crimson. Embarrassment washed over her, and she instinctively hid her face between her palms. He gently shook his head, his touch removing her hands from her face, making her look at him.

“We are married, Sofia, and this is normal between married couples, okay?” he reassured her, trying to ease her discomfort. With a gentle turn of the shower knob, he let the water flow, creating a soothing ambiance.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

As they washed themselves, he took care to help her, tenderly drying her beautiful body afterward. He noticed her growing more comfortable in his presence, her walls of awkwardness slowly crumbling. It was his goal to erase any discomfort between them.

They changed into their sleepwear and settled into bed, with Sofia allowing Leonardo to cuddle her. It was a rare moment of tranquility for him, and he drifted off to sleep with a genuine smile on his face, a testament to the peace he found in Sofia’s presence.

However, the serenity was abruptly shattered in the early morning hours when Leonardo’s sleep was interrupted by the persistent ringing of his phone. He groaned, the annoyance evident on his face, as he reached for the device on the side table. Seeing the name flashing on the screen only served to dampen his mood further, but he knew he had no choice but to answer the call.

Gently sliding out of bed, careful not to disturb Sofia’s sleep, he made his way to the balcony. With a sigh, he swiped the answer button and braced himself for the conversation he was about to have.

“Dad,” Leonardo greeted, his tone resigned yet respectful.

“Leonardo! I heard Sofia was kidnapped. How did that happen? How could someone dare to lay their hands on Morelli’s daughter-in-law?” his father’s voice roared through the phone, filled with anger and concern.

“I haven’t found out the details yet, Dad. But I assure you, I am already working on it. My people are diligently investigating to uncover who is behind Sofia’s kidnapping,” Leonardo replied, his voice laced with determination. Deep down, he knew that calming his father would be a challenging task. His father’s ego and the reputation of their family weighed heavily on his shoulders.

“It’s a disgrace! Leonardo, if word spreads that we couldn’t protect our own, they’ll question our power and authority. You must find those responsible and make sure they pay for their actions the way they deserve,” his father demanded, his tone unwavering.

“I will, Dad. I promise. By the way, we’ll be back tomorrow morning. Sofia is still dealing with the trauma, so I decided to extend our stay in Rome by a day,” Leonardo explained, his voice laced with concern for Sofia’s well-being.

“That’s good to hear because Anderson’s has organized a fundraising charity gala tonight. They invited me, and since you’re in town, I think it’s only fitting for you and Sofia to attend on my behalf,” his father suggested, unaware of the turmoil those words would stir within Leonardo.

Leonardo’s anger began to simmer beneath the surface. He despised the Anderson family and wanted nothing to do with their affairs. Attending any function associated with them was the last thing he desired.

“But Dad, you know how much I loathe them. I can’t bring myself to attend that damn gala with Sofia,” Leonardo replied through clenched teeth, his frustration seeping into his voice.

“I’m not asking, Leonardo. It’s an order,” his father barked firmly through the phone speaker, leaving no room for argument.

Fury ignited within Leonardo, his thoughts screaming curses at his father’s command. How dare he order him to attend an event that he detested? But he swallowed his pride. He couldn’t defy his father openly, not when the weight of their family’s legacy hung in the balance.

Before Leonardo could respond, his father abruptly ended the call, leaving him seething with resentment. He knew deep down that attending the gala was inevitable. It meant having to face his first ex-girlfriend, Evelyn Anderson, a prospect that filled him with a mix of emotions.

Leonardo leaned against the balcony railing, his mind filled with a whirlwind of thoughts. He despised being controlled and manipulated by circumstances. But for the sake of his family’s reputation and the delicate balance of power within the mafia, he would have to navigate this treacherous evening, steeling himself for the encounter with Evelyn Anderson that awaited him at the gala.