Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 298

Luca’s POV

I bit at the curve of her hip through the material of her gown and I felt her jerk against me, and in the

next second, her other hand which was free had come around to hook around my shoulder.

I glanced up at her and grinned a little, watching how color washed over her face, right before she

averted her gaze from mine, pout slowly sliding back into place against her lips.

“Are you mad at me, bunny?” I asked in a low voice as I leaned forward and pressed a small kiss at the

lower part of my stomach.

“I don’t know.” She responded after a few seconds, and she still wouldn’t look at me. I breathed out a

low chuckle as I let go of her wrist and wrapped my now free hand around her waist to join my other

hand there, and then I pulled her closer against me.

“You don’t?” I asked as I stared up at her, with my chin resting against her stomach. She felt so good

against me this way, and it felt so casual and comfortable for me like this, with my head being pillowed Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

by her small stomach and my arms wrapped around her.

“Yeah,” She mumbled out, as she slowly lowered her gaze until she was staring at me once again. I

stared at her quietly, and she did the same, without the both of us saying a thing. I tightened my hold

around her waist and tugged her even closer to my body, hating the fact that we weren’t in bed at the

moment, because I’d want nothing more than to go to sleep this way.

Somehow, we went from me cuddling her against me and her almost completely rolling over my body

each night, to me wanting to fall asleep with my head pillowed on her chest or her stomach, but that

rarely happens at night and happens a lot during the day. There was just comforting and satisfying

about my head resting against her perfect tits as I slowly drift to sleep, or my head being pillowed on

her stomach while her fingers run through my hair – I’ve come to understand that this particular tactic

makes me fall asleep in the blink of an eye. Sometimes, my head gets pillowed by her perky ass

because I couldn’t get enough of it and always want to have my hands around it.

“My baby.” I breathed out, the words flowing out really smoothly and unexpectedly, sounding quiet and

intimate, the same way it had echoed in my head, before I could even really thunk it over. We were still

staring at each other and I noticed the moment her eyes widened a little, with her lips parting

unconsciously.

I’ve never called her that before, but it just felt so perfect in my head, because she really was my baby,

now that I was thinking about it. I’ve always called her ‘bunny’ . It hasn’t ever crossed my mind that

there might be other endearing names that I could call her, apart from the one I was used to.

And she was shocked by it, because it was probably really unexpected. Her whole facial expression

was one of shock, so cute it made me almost want to coo at her.

I corked my head to the side, without breaking eye contact with her, and tightened my hold around her

waist before starting to speak once again.

“My baby.” I uttered once again and this time, a small hitched breath fell past her slightly parted lips.

“You’re my baby, bunny.” I continued, nuzzling against her stomach a little and she huffed out a small

breath this time and tried to duck her head, as her hands trembled a little against my shoulder.

“My pretty baby.” I cooed softly, because I was enjoying how flustered it was getting her, and also

because she really was my baby… my baby, my bunny.

“You’ve never called me that before…” She started to say after a couple of moments, still looking

flustered as hell and I corked my head to the side as a lopsided grin took it place on my face.

“That’s true, but you’re my baby, so I’m calling you that now.” I murmured, leaning my face forward to

press a small kiss into her stomach once again.

“Oh.” She mumbled.

I hummed a little in response as I moved my arms from around her waist, sliding my palms across her

waist and the small flare of her hips. I tugged her against me even more and bit at the other side of her

hips this time.

“Is that a problem?” I finally asked, and this time, I was sliding my palms over the curve of her ass

cheeks. I cupped both cheeks in my palms, feeling the soft weight in my grip as I squeezed on it a little,

emitting a small gasp and a shudder from her, as her hands managed to tighten even more around my

shoulders.

“Uh, no. It- it isn’t.” She whispered out.

I hummed a little as I started to knead her ass cheeks really slowly, pressing them against each other

and massaging them in such a way that was making her tremble against me, as a stuttered gasp fell

past her lips.

“That’s what I thought.” I affirmed, and then I proceeded to have some more fun with just touching and

squeezing her ass cheeks, because her ass has always felt really soft and amazing against my palm,

and because of the effect it obviously has on her.

I finally slid my hands off her ass cheeks, moving them around her body to trail them up her bare arm. I

didn’t stop my hands movement, until I got to her hands which were wrapped around my shoulders. I

grasped them at the wrist and tugged them off, and then I pushed myself to my feet before she could

blink, or start to get disappointed.

I didn’t miss the startled gasp that slipped past her lips as soon as I started walking her backwards until

I had her pinned against the wall, caging her body with mine, and then I lifted both captured wrists and

pinned them on both sides of her head against the wall.

Her chest was heaving a little from the amount of breaths she was dragging in each second, and her

pupils were blown wide as she stared up at me, with lips slightly parted and desire clearly written over

every part of her face and every breath she was currently puffing out her lips.

“Now, where was I?”