Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 166

Luca’s POV

“But, what if I fall over?” She asked after a second and I rolled my eyes a little before finding myself

closing the distance between us once again, and I pushed her hair out of her face, right before I started

to speak.

“You wouldn’t fall over, just don’t move forward and stare down.” I said to get as I withdrew my hand off

her face and took a step away from her once again.

“Are you sure?” She asked in a quiet voice, her teeth worrying her lower lips a little. I nodded my head

once at her. “A hundred percent sure.” I said to her and watched as she stared into my face for a few

moments before starting to speak.

“Where are you going? Are you leaving me here?” She asked, voice coming out unsure and quiet.

“I’m not leaving you up there by yourself, bunny. I wouldn’t want you falling off there and hurting

yourself.” I said to her and watched as she lowered her head, as color bloomed into her cheeks in the

next second.

“I’m going to get you us a drink, remember I asked you to come have a drink here with me in the first

place.” I continued after a few seconds and watched as Sofia's head lifted up to stare at me.

“Oh, It slipped off my mind.” She murmured and I shook my head and walked past her, knowing that

she was going to be extremely scared now that I was leaving her up there all by herself… but I wasn’t

leaving her by herself for no reason, I was going to go get us a drink like I was supposed to, since thst

the main purpose for coming into here in the first place.

I made my way into the frozen room and headed straight for the place where scotch bottles were all

arranged in, and I arrived there in like a minute. I picked up a bottle and I started to turn around in order

to make my way out or the frozen room, right before I remembered that this particular was way too

strong for Sofia, and that there was no way I was going to be offering her a bottle of scotch. I made my

way towards another part or the frozen room and arrived at the place where juices were arranged in,

and I picked up a carton of orange drink, right before I started to make my way out of the frozen room,

and I pulled the door close firmly behind me.

Sofia was in the same position I had left her in and I watched as she only squirmed a little, and in the

next moment, I was standing before her. She smiled at me as soon as she noticed me before her and I

noticed that her hand wasn’t gripping the edge of the counter anymore, and she seemed to have stop

being scared as she had appeared when I had made my way into the frozen room.

“Did you end up falling off?” I asked teasingly as I placed the two drinks a few spaces away from where

she was currently sitting, and I heard the pout in her voice as she said a quiet ‘no, I didn’t.”

“See? I told you that you weren’t going to fall.” I said as I opened the carton or orange juice and poured

some into a glass up which I had retrieved a few seconds ago.

“I was scared though.” She mumbled and I breathed out a laugh as I handed her a glass of drink before

starting to speak.

“That’s because you’re such a baby.” I said to her and reached forward to flick my thumb against her

forehead a little.

“I’m not a baby.” She said in response almost immediately, pouting cutely, which made her look like a

baby even more.

“Oh, bunny. You are. A big baby.”

“I am not.” She replied once again, stressing on her words, and she continued to speak even before I

could start to speak. “Why did you give me a glass of orange juice? I thought we were going to have a

drink together.”

“Because you’re having a glass of orange juice, and I’d have an actual drink with alcohol in it.” I said to

get as I moved away from her to get my bottle of scotch open.

“But I don’t want orange juice, I want an actual drink too.” She argued, holding the glass of orange juice

away from her and staring down at it in displeasure.

“You can’t have an actual drink, bunny.” I said to her as soon as I had unscrewed the bottle of scotch.

“Why? That’s what I want.” She argued and I rolled my eyes almost instantly.

I started to unbutton my suit jacket and I pushed the jacket off my shoulders as soon as I was done

unbuttoning it, and I paused a breath away from her, before starting to speak.

“Because you’re underaged.” I said to her and watched as her face deflated, just as a quiet and

disappointed ‘oh’ slipped out after a moment.

“Yes, bunny. And this drink is for people above twenty one years of age.” I said as I moved away from Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

her and dropped my suit jacket in the space beside her. I picked up my bottle of scotch and drank down

a mouthful directly from the bottle, as I started to make my way towards her once again.

I got the glass of orange juice from her loose grip and pressed it against her lips, but she shook her

head before moving her head backwards a little.

“I don’t want orange juice, I want your drink.” She said, staring longingly at the bottle of scotch, like she

had an idea of how it even tasted like, which I was sure she didn't.

“But you’re not up to age yet, which means you can’t have it yet.” I reminded her as I took another swig

of my drink, feeling the cold drink fill up my mouth instantly, before sliding down my throat smoothly and

burning the back of my throat in a really pleasing way.

“You can just give me a sip? A taste, I won’t tell anyone.” She started to say, staring up at me and I

shook my head at her as I glanced away from her and took another swig or my drink. It seemed like

she was begging for something else at this point and not just for a taste of the drink, and I could feel

the urge to kiss her start to build in the back of my throat once again.

“Please?” She pressed, when I didn’t give her any kind of reply previously.

“This would knock you out instantly, your brain is too soft for the strength of it.” I said to her and

watched as she kicked her lower lips for a moment before glancing up at me and shaking her head a

little.

“That’s why I said you should give me a little of the drink, I just want to know how it tastes.”

“You’re too young for this, Sofia.” I breathed as I took a step away from her and took a swig of my drink.

“Just a mouthful, it wouldn’t hurt me, I promise.” She whispered, and I shook my head instantly.

“Even if you’re going to taste it, it sure as hell wouldn’t be up to a mouthful.”

“Uh, alright. So, you’re going to let me get a taste?” She perked up as I started to move closer to her

once again. I remained quiet as I moved even closer towards her.

I pressed forward even though her knees was pressing into my waist, and after a moment, her knees

separatedsmoothly, and I felt my brain start to overheat in that moment as I moved even closer to her,

getting in between her tights and stopping until the edge of the counter was pressing into my front of

my lower waist, and Sofia’s thighs parted on both sides of my waist, and her eyes staring up into mine.

I reached towards the side of my discarded suit jacket and placed the glass of orange juice beside it,

with my eyes never leaving Sofia’s for a moment.

“You want a taste, right?” I murmured in a low voice, my breath puffing against her face, because we

were now very close to each at this very moment, and only a little amount of space was separating our

faces.

I watched as she nodded her head eagerly, with her teeth worrying her lower lip. Her eyes dropped

down to stare at my lips, and back to my eyes in a fleeting second.

“I do.” She whispered in a breathless voice.

I felt my face breaking into a daring grin and I dropped my now empty hand against her waist, and I

used my grip on her back to tug her forward on the counter until her body was pressed close against

mine with only a breath of space preventing our stomach from touching, and her hot tights pressed

against the sides of my hips firmly.

“You still want a taste?” I asked, as I pressed my face forward until my nose was brushing against hers.

She nodded her head instantly, her tongue sliding out to lick over her lower lip.

“Come get it then.” I murmured, and then I shifted my face backwards until there was a lot of space

between our faces, with our bodies still pressed against each other, and my hand still gripping her

waist.