The Mafia’s Substitute Bride

“That’s not fair,” Sofia protested, her voice tinged with frustration, as Leonardo turned his back on her.

His deep laughter reverberated through the air, causing her heart to race.

“Everything is fair in love and war, sweetheart,” he announced shamelessly, his confidence evident in every word.

Sofia took a deep breath, feeling the need to be heard. She mustered her courage and made a decision. With a determined look in her eyes, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it slide off her shoulders and fall to her side.

“Leonardo, I miss my husband,” she confessed, her voice desperate and vulnerable.

He chuckled, dismissing her emotions as mere tricks. He removed his coat and loosened his tie, yet still avoiding eye contact, trying to resist her charms.

Undeterred, she walked slowly towards him, her eyes locked on his. As he unbuttoned his shirt, she took a stand in front of him, encircling her arms around his neck, drawing her body closer to his.

He reacted immediately, gripping her arms, attempting to pull her hands away from him. “Go and sleep, wife. Don’t test my patience,” he warned sternly.

“Or else?” she challenged, standing on her tiptoes to press her lips firmly against his.

At first, he stiffened, but he didn’t pull away. Encouraged, she gently tugged on his plump lower lip, earning a low groan from him. Her desire heightened, and she boldly thrust her tongue into his mouth, seeking a deeper connection.

His response was immediate and dominant, his warm tongue intertwining with hers. Sofia willingly submitted to his kiss, feeling the intensity of his passion. His hands found their way to her bare waist, his rough fingers gripping her soft skin, eliciting a gasp from her.

Her touch ventured downward, tracing the defined muscles of his stomach through his dress shirt until she stopped near the waistband of his pants. She started to unbuckle his belt and pull the zipper down.

“Stop playing with fire, Sofia,” he growled, catching her hand before it could touch his length.

“Why?! Are you scared?” Sofia smirked, enjoying teasing her angry husband. Oh, sweet Jesus! He was so hot when he was angry, she thought.

“I am scared that you couldn’t handle me. Because I want to fuck you so hard, so rough, it would brand your mind and soul with my name,” he mumbled through tight lips as he clenched his jaw.

“My mind, soul, heart, and body already belong to you, Leonardo Morelli,” she professed. “Just fuck me!”

“Don’t regret it later,” he warned, his eyes glued to hers as he peered deeply into them.

His lips met hers urgently as he lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his muscular thighs. He slammed her against the nearest wall and kissed her hard.

She didn’t know when he opened his pants and took out his massive and thick erection. She cried as he abruptly entered her.

“Bed!” she breathed out as he began thrusting into her fiercely, holding her against the wall.

He agreed and carried her to the bed without pulling out of her.

Her warm bottom touched the soft mattress as they bounced a little.

He kicked his pants off and removed his clothes before he began pounding into her deeply and passionately. His hot mouth caught her nipple, and he bit harshly, making her moan his name.

“Fuck! Leonardo!!!” she gasped.

“Yes, baby! Shout my name louder. Let everyone know I am claiming my wife,” he grunted, taking another nipple in his mouth, and she cried out with ecstasy.

Soon she was screaming with pleasure as she came hard on his steely hard dick. He followed her orgasm and released his cum inside her. His face, covered with sweat, lowered on her shoulder as he panted and breathed heavily, nipping the tender skin of her shoulder and giving her his love bites.

After their intense love-making session, Sofia and Leonardo lay intertwined on the bed, their bodies still tingling with pleasure as they basked in the afterglow of their passion.

“I love you,” Sofia confessed, her fingers gently caressing his handsome face, her eyes locked into his. He responded with a soft, affectionate smile, leaning in to kiss her forehead before pulling her close to his chest. Sofia had longed to reciprocate the words of love he had spoken earlier, and now, finally, they flowed from her lips.

However, to her surprise, Leonardo didn’t react as she had expected when she told him she loved him deeply. Instead, he seemed to be holding back something, his emotions masked beneath a veil of restraint.

Resting her head on his chest, Sofia felt the rise and fall of his heavy breathing. She sensed that he was grappling with something, hesitating to express his thoughts. Trailing her finger lightly on his bare torso, she drew soothing circles on his chest, attempting to offer comfort and encouragement.

Leonardo Morelli, known for his commanding presence and lack of hesitation in the world, seemed unusually shy about something he wanted to say. It amused Sofia to see this vulnerable side of him, a stark contrast to his usual demeanor. Clearing her throat to grab his attention, she decided to prod him gently.

“Are you OK, my love?” Leonardo asked, looking down at her with concern etched in his eyes.

“Hmm,” she hummed in response, conveying that she was fine.

“Tomorrow, we will go to see a doctor. I will ask Domenico to find the best doctor in the city,” he stated firmly, kissing her hair.

“Leonardo, you’re overreacting. I am only pregnant. We can see any good doctor, and it will be fine,” Sofia rolled her eyes playfully, used to his overprotective nature.

“No. I want only the best for you,” he insisted, making it clear that his decision was final.

Looking up at his face, she furrowed her eyebrows in curiosity. “Leonardo?”Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

“Yeah, my angel?” he responded, his eyes softening.

“Are you going to share what’s bothering you?” she asked, genuinely concerned.

He smiled affectionately, leaning over to playfully flick his nose against hers.

“You know me so well, baby girl,” he said, his voice tinged with affection, and his killer smile took her breath away.

Sofia responded by pecking his nose playfully, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“So?” she inquired, eager to hear his response.

“Ummm… about… you… said… at that moment… that you love me… I mean… you… don’t need … to say or… reciprocate my love. You know… I… will be…” Leonardo’s words stumbled and trailed off.

Before he could finish, Sofia silenced him by gently pressing her lips against his, an unspoken reassurance passing between them. She raised her face, stretching her neck, and deepened the kiss, expressing her feelings without the need for words.

“You speak too much, and why do you think I wasn’t serious when I told you that I…. love you,” she said, a hint of teasing in her voice as she playfully bit her lips.

“You do?” He asked, genuine uncertainty and surprise evident in his raised eyebrows.

“Yes, I truly do. Do I have to prove this?” Sofia’s expression shifted to slight concern, fearing that he might doubt her sincerity.

He shook his head gently.

“No… no. I just mean that you don’t have to repeat my words just to make me feel good. I am good as long as you are in my arms,” he reassured her, pulling her closer, his strong embrace enveloping her delicate frame.

“Ouch,” she hissed, feeling a slight discomfort from the pressure of his grip.

Realizing he might have squeezed her a bit too tightly, Leonardo loosened his hold while still keeping her close.

“I’m sorry, my love,” he apologized, his voice filled with tenderness.

“Leonardo, here I am telling you the truth, and can’t you see that in my eyes? I have been in love with you for so long that I don’t even recognize myself without this feeling. I think I fell in love with you just after our marriage,” Sofia confessed, her gaze locked with his, revealing the depth of her emotions.

“I can’t believe that I am so lucky to have you. I thank God several times for the day of our marriage, knowing I was going to marry you,” she continued, her voice softening as emotions swirled in her heart.

“Hey, those were my lines. I love you so much, baby girl,” Leonardo interjected with a teasing grin and kissed her forehead affectionately.

Sofia smiled, feeling the warmth of his love. She rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart as they embraced each other.

He tenderly stroked her hair, and with a glimmer of excitement in his eyes, he asked, “Angel, how do you want to have a marriage? Like, how would you like us to get married? And what about the venue? I mean, on a beach, on a cruise, in a palace…”

However, exhaustion began to wash over Sofia, and her eyelids grew heavy. His soothing touch and protective presence eased her, and she slowly drifted into sleep, finding immense comfort in his warm embrace.