The Mafia’s Substitute Bride

Sofia gracefully stepped out of the trail room, her black knee-length dress hugging her curves, and in her hands, she held the exquisite peach mermaid gown. However, something felt amiss. Domenico, her trusted companion, was conspicuously absent. Confusion flickered across her face as she sought an explanation.

“Where is Domenico?” she inquired, her voice tinged with curiosity and concern. Leonardo, her enigmatic partner in crime, responded with a furrowed brow before providing an unexpected reply.

“I sent him back to the office,” he revealed, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Someone should, at the very least, continue working.”

As Sofia examined the gown, meticulously considering the perfect accessories and footwear to match, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of completion slipping through her fingers. Finally, having made her choices, she knew her shopping excursion had come to an end. Passing the task of payment to Leonardo, she observed as he handed his card to the salesgirl for the final transaction.

“So, you’ve postponed your meetings and obligations for me?” Sofia queried, her voice filled with both gratitude and concern. Leonardo simply nodded in response.

“You didn’t have to do that,” she reassured him, a hint of guilt lingering in her tone. “Domenico was there to assist me.”

A soft chuckle escaped Leonardo’s lips, accompanied by a casual shrug of his broad shoulders. “What could I do, baby? Every time I attempted to engage in a meeting, your sorrowful expression clouded my mind. I couldn’t forget how crestfallen you looked when I mentioned that I couldn’t accompany you on this shopping spree. My focus wavered, rendering work impossible. So, I made the decision to surprise you by coming along.”

His words washed over Sofia, a testament to the depth of his affection and devotion. The realization struck her, revealing the extent to which he cared for her happiness. In that moment, gratitude mingled with a surge of tenderness, threatening to overwhelm her.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

After concluding their shopping venture, Leonardo whisked Sofia away to a renowned restaurant, where they indulged in a delectable dinner. The experience was heightened by the sheer joy of his company and undivided attention. Each passing moment confirmed the authenticity of their connection, leaving Sofia awash with contentment.

As the night drew to a close and they finally returned home, the unfinished desires that had lingered in the trial room resurfaced.

Leonardo carried Sofia in his arms and took her to our bedroom. She was so aroused, like putty in his hands. She had no strength to walk after her husband’s desire-filled eyes pierced into hers. He made me feel crazy things I never thought could happen in this world: making out in the trial room.

His wicked tongue could make any dirty thing sound so tempting and desirable, and she was ready to obey his every order and command.

Leonardo kicked open the bathroom door and put her down on her feet. He ran the warm water to fill the tub and added her favorite bubble drops to it. He slowly undressed her, peeling her clothes one by one, taking his time and teasing her.

He checked the water temperature and helped her to get inside the tub. She settled in and relaxed when the bubbly warm water eased her tired body.

Leonardo kicked his shoes away and removed his socks. He impatiently opened the buttons of his shirt and quickly removed it. His pants were already open and hanging on his hips. He pulled them down with his boxers, kicked them aside on the bathroom floor, and stood there completely nude in front of his wife. She gulped as she saw his hot, perfectly sculpted body with eight-pack abs, muscular chest, firm thighs, and his thick and long erection between his legs poking into the air. He lifted his leg, stepped inside the tub, and settled opposite her.

“Do you remember, baby? When we first took a bath together that day, I wanted to fuck you in that bathtub so badly. You have no idea how I restrained myself when you were sitting on my lap, and I was just an inch away from slipping into your sweet vagina,” he said in his deep and husky voice, making her gasp at his confession.

She squirmed in anticipation of what if he had taken her that day in the bathtub because she knew what his wicked cock was capable of.

Her core throbbed painfully. She could still feel his hard dick inside. She squirmed and wanted him badly.

Leonardo’s intense gray eyes burned with desire, leaving Sofia feeling shameless and prompting her to take the initiative. She crawled toward her husband and sat on his lap, facing him. Throwing her legs to both sides, she straddled his hips. His hard length nudged her, making her moan at the contact.

She threw her hands around his neck and pulled him closer, gazing into his mesmerizing gray eyes. She whispered over his lips, intentionally brushing her own against his in the process.

“And… if I told you I wanted it that day too?”

“Girl, are you trying to kill me?” He wrapped his hand around her, pulling her closer, and urgently pressed his lips against hers. His other hand cupped her nape and tilted her face, deepening the kiss. Sofia responded with equal passion, plunging her tongue into his mouth, nipping and biting his upper lip. She couldn’t help but moan when she tasted his minty sweetness. He was intoxicating, leading her to do things she never thought of doing.

His overpowering masculine scent made her head dizzy. His rough, large hands roamed over her naked body, causing thousands of goosebumps to erupt on her skin, igniting desire and making her core ache for him once again.

She slid her hand between them, gripping his hard, thick length, and began stroking him. He gazed at her with lustful, hooded eyes and groaned. He was already rock hard, like steel. She lifted her knees slightly and guided his erection to her center.

She slowly slid down, enveloping his hard member inside her aching hole. He groaned into her mouth, finding pleasure and satisfaction, and sucked on her lips. She could feel that their connection was not only physical; it was more than that. Their souls were intertwined. She didn’t know about Leonardo, but at least she felt it.

His hand left her nape and moved toward her breast, gripping it in his large, rough palm, squeezing and kneading it mercilessly.

They started rocking their hips together, creating friction and pleasure in their restless bodies.

He jerked his hips forward and started thrusting into her. His free hand rested on her waist, causing her to move up and down, sliding along his length. The water in the tub spilled out onto the bathroom floor due to the movement inside it. He pulled back, gazing into her half-open eyes.

“I can never get enough of you. You’re a fucking addiction, baby,” he groaned in pleasure. “You always make me lose control, my angel.”

This made her feel content, confident, and powerful, knowing that she had this effect on him. She could make him feel this way, and he desired her more than anything in the world.

She could feel him deep inside her, penetrating her cervix. His pelvis slapped against her vagina as he thrust forward while her body moved up and down on him. The intense sensations caused her to arch her back and roll her head backward.

His head moved forward, and he captured her breast in his mouth, gripping her nipple between his lips and pulling it into his hot mouth. That was the final cue for her to reach climax.

“God… Leonardo… I can’t hold it. I’m… coming,” she moaned loudly.

“Yes, baby, come for me. Come all over my dick,” he whispered into her ear. His dirty words were exactly what she needed. Her orgasm hit her hard as waves took her into another realm, making her see moons and stars.

“Fuck, baby, you’re squeezing me so hard. Ah…” he groaned and ejaculated inside her once again.

His erection continued to throb and pulsate against her sensitive walls. He kept thrusting to give her more pleasure as if it were his primary duty.

After both of them calmed down from their climax, panting and breathless, their chests heaving heavily, he cupped her cheeks in his hands, looking deep into her dreamy eyes.

“Where were you, angel?” he asked breathlessly, and she furrowed her brow in confusion. “Why didn’t I find you earlier?” he finished the sentence, and she wanted to ask him the same question.