The Mafia’s Substitute Bride

Sofia’s eyes widened in awe as she explored every corner of the luxurious room. The soft, golden hues of the decor created a warm and inviting atmosphere. The room seemed straight out of a fairytale, with its elegant furnishings and breathtaking view of the ocean. Sofia couldn’t believe her luck she would be spending an entire week on this magnificent superyacht. Her excitement was so overwhelming that she didn’t mind appearing childish; she couldn’t help but jump up and down with pure joy.

As Sofia’s eyes met her husband Leonardo’s mischievously bright grey eyes, she couldn’t help but seek reassurance. Her voice quivered with excitement as she asked, “Are you sure we get to stay on this amazing yacht for seven whole days?”

Leonardo closed the distance between them with three swift strides, his strong hand gently gripping Sofia’s waist as he pulled her closer. His hard, firm body pressed against hers, causing her heart to race in her chest.

Leaning down, Leonardo whispered huskily near her lips, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine.

“Do you still have doubts, baby girl?”

Sofia’s breath hitched as she felt her doubts melt away.

“No,” she managed to breathe out, anticipation coursing through her veins. And with that, he closed the remaining gap between their lips, sealing their connection in a passionate kiss.

In that moment, Leonardo effortlessly lifted Sofia off her feet, their lips locked in a fervent dance. He nibbled and sucked on her lips, his mouth hot and intoxicating, igniting a fire within her. She craved him more than ever, addicted to the taste and touch of his lips. Her breathing grew ragged, and her heart pounded wildly in her chest, eager for what was coming next.

Their lips moved in perfect harmony, each movement a silent symphony of desire. Leonardo’s tongue delicately teased the seam of Sofia’s lips, coaxing them apart. As his tongue plunged into her mouth, it roamed every crevice, claiming its territory with an intoxicating blend of skill and passion. Sofia’s mind spun with the intensity of the kiss, a mind-blowing sensation that left her dizzy and breathless. She marveled at his ability to kiss with such finesse, his wicked tongue exploring her lips with a sensuality that drove her to the brink of insanity. It tasted sweet, leaving an indelible impression as it massaged every corner of her mouth, dominating her own tongue and drawing it into his embrace.

Leonardo’s hands, rough yet gentle, traced a map of desire across Sofia’s body, caressing her skin and evoking a symphony of goosebumps. She reveled in the sensations, relishing every moment of their intimate connection.

Reluctantly, he pulled away, causing Sofia to whimper in protest. A smile danced upon his lips as he looked into her eyes.

“You should freshen up, baby girl, and change your dress. We have a dinner date,” he suggested, his eyes still smoldering with desire. Sofia could see that he, too, was catching his breath, their shared passion leaving its mark.

“I’ll go and check the arrangements,” he added before planting a soft peck on her lips. With that, he left her alone in the room, anticipation hanging in the air.

Sofia wasted no time and hastened into the bathroom to freshen up. She discarded her current attire and slipped into a short navy blue dress, a perfect match for the evening’s occasion. To complete her ensemble, she selected a pair of red high heels, hoping to bridge the height gap between Leonardo and herself.

Sofia took a moment to compose herself, admiring her reflection in the mirror. Her makeup was flawless, highlighting her natural features, and her long, straight blond hair cascaded down her shoulders. She couldn’t help but blush as she realized she was getting ready for her first dinner date with the most handsome and incredibly wealthy man, Leonardo Morelli.

Exiting her room, Sofia noticed a staff member waiting for her outside. He bowed respectfully and greeted her with a warm smile.

“Mr. Morelli has sent me to take you to the diner,” he informed her. Sofia nodded appreciatively and followed the staff member’s lead.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

As she entered the vast hall once again, Sofia’s eyes immediately locked with Leonardo’s, who was already waiting for her. He stood there confidently, his hand casually tucked into the pocket of his impeccably tailored blue trousers. Sofia couldn’t help but admire how dashing he looked in his blue tuxedo, exuding both charm and an undeniable allure.

Noticing Sofia’s arrival, Leonardo began to walk towards her, his eyes fixed on her as if she were the only person in the room. Closing the distance between them, he extended his hand towards her. Sofia placed her hand delicately in his, feeling a rush of warmth spread through her as he raised her hand to his lips and planted a gentle kiss on the back of her palm.

“You look absolutely gorgeous, Sofia,” Leonardo complimented her, causing her cheeks to flush an even deeper shade of pink. It was a simple gesture, yet it melted her heart and made her feel like the most special person in the world.

With his hand still intertwined with hers, Leonardo led Sofia toward their table. As they approached, he courteously pulled out a chair for her, waiting patiently for her to settle down comfortably before taking his seat opposite her. The enchanting melody of a violinist filled the air, adding a touch of romance to the already perfect ambiance.

Waiters began to appear, serving their meals one by one with precision and elegance. Sofia’s eyes were drawn to the bottle of champagne placed enticingly in the center of the table. Curiosity sparked within her, and she raised an eyebrow in question, her gaze shifting up to meet Leonardo’s eyes.

Leonardo chuckled warmly, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “It’s not alcohol, my wife. This is champagne,” he explained, shrugging his shoulders playfully.

Sofia sat at a beautifully decorated table, adorned with flickering candles and elegant floral arrangements. She wore a skeptical expression, her eyes rolling in exasperation as she looked at Leonardo. The dimly lit room was filled with the clinking of glasses and the murmurs of other patrons enjoying their evening.

“You promised me that you wouldn’t touch alcohol,” Sofia complained, her voice tinged with disappointment.

Leonardo leaned back in his chair, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “If you want, baby girl, I won’t touch alcohol my whole life. But this is not alcohol,” he explained, his voice laced with innocence. “This is champagne. Everyone can have this when we celebrate something. I suggest you try it as it has a very low alcohol content. It’s just sparkling water.”

Sofia hesitated, unsure whether to trust his words. However, she couldn’t resist his charming persuasion. With a sigh, she finally relented and agreed to take a sip.

Seeing her agreement, Leonardo gestured to a nearby waiter, who promptly approached their table with a chilled bottle of champagne. The waiter deftly unscrewed the bottle and poured the effervescent liquid into two delicate crystal glasses, the bubbles dancing playfully within.

Leonardo raised his glass, a smile playing on his lips.

“For our new life,” he toasted, his voice filled with hope and excitement.

Sofia mirrored his gesture, lifting her own glass and clinking it gently against his. She took a small sip, the initial sour taste surprising her. It wasn’t as bad as she had expected. Encouraged, she swallowed the rest of the drink in one go.

Leonardo’s concern was evident as he watched her down the champagne so quickly. “Oh no, love. Go easy,” he chided gently. “Take a small sip at a time.”

A hint of frustration crept into Sofia’s voice as she confronted him. “You said it’s not alcohol,” she complained, her eyebrows furrowing.

Leonardo paused for a moment, searching for the right words. “Yeah, I said that, but it still has low content,” he replied, his tone filled with reassurance. “Go on. I am here to handle it. You can drink as much as you want and eat as much and whatever you want to eat. Do you want to order something else?”

Sofia glanced at the array of delicious dishes spread before her. “There is enough food on the table. I am happy with that,” she replied, popping a nugget into her mouth.

The dinner progressed, the couple enjoying each other’s company amidst laughter and conversation. Sofia savored the flavors of the meal, feeling the warmth of the champagne spreading through her veins. She had two glasses of the sparkling beverage and felt a strong desire for more.

However, Leonardo intervened, his caring nature shining through. He gently placed a hand on her arm, his voice filled with affection. “It’s your first time drinking, love. You should go slow,” he advised, his eyes filled with concern. “I’ll always take care of you.”

Sofia couldn’t help but smile at his sweetness. She nodded, realizing that she was indeed in good hands.

After a delightful dinner, Leonardo gently led her to the center of the dance floor, where the soft notes of a slow, melodic tune filled the air. They embraced, his hand on her waist, hers on his shoulder, as they began to sway in harmony with the music.

The music eventually came to a gentle stop, but the magic between them lingered.

Leonardo gazed into her eyes, a hint of excitement dancing in his own as he whispered sensually, “Ready for the next surprise?”

Her heart skipped a beat, curious and eager to know what he had in store for her.