The Mafia’s Substitute Bride

Sofia found herself surrounded by a myriad of dresses in the exquisite shop, her brows furrowed in a mixture of confusion and anticipation. Domenico had introduced her as Mrs. Sofia Leonardo Morelli, and the attentive staff quickly ushered her toward their finest collection. She moved gracefully through the racks, her fingertips delicately grazing the fabrics as she searched for the perfect attire.

A red halter-neck gown caught her attention, its flowing silhouette whispering promises of elegance. She slipped it on, admiring the way the fabric cascaded down to the floor. It was undeniably lovely, yet a flicker of discontent danced in her eyes. Determined to explore other options, she chose a black strapless gown that hugged her curves like a second skin. The dress exuded timeless beauty, leaving her breathless, yet the decision still eluded her. Each garment she tried on was a masterpiece in its own right, further complicating her choice with every new embrace of satin and silk.

Yearning for a second opinion, Sofia emerged from the trial room in a peach-colored bodycon mermaid dress, its intricate sequin work shimmering in the ambient light. Her gaze fell upon Domenico, who patiently awaited her outside. With a mixture of hope and uncertainty, she sought his guidance.

“So? You are done,” Domenico inquired, his eyes sweeping over her form in a gentle appraisal.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“No, I’m still torn. I adore this dress, but I yearn for a second perspective. What do you think? Will it be suitable for the party?” Sofia beseeched him, hoping for clarity in her swirling thoughts.

A bashful giggle escaped Domenico’s lips as he nervously wiped his forehead. Clearing his throat, he spoke with a touch of awkwardness, “Actually, sister, I lack expertise in matters of women’s attire. Regrettably, I cannot offer you my guidance.” Sensing her need, he glanced around and summoned the assistance of a salesgirl.

“Excuse me, Miss. Could you kindly assist her in choosing the most flattering dress?” Domenico beckoned, his eyes searching for the aid Sofia desired.

The salesgirl’s face lit up with a warm smile as she eagerly approached, ready to lend her expertise. “Of course, sir. Please, ma’am, follow me,” she said, guiding Sofia towards the inviting sanctuary of the trial room.

Yet, before Sofia could take a step, a deep and husky voice resonated through the air, captivating her heart. She spun on her heel to behold Leonardo, standing tall and commanding in his formal black suit. Her breath hitched as he approached, his long strides both leisurely and purposeful.

His piercing gaze devoured her presence, his eyes traveling from the crown of her head down to her dainty toes. A tantalizing moment passed, his lips parting, and his tongue darting out to moisten his bottom lip before he spoke with a smoldering intensity, “You look absolutely stunning, baby girl. There’s no need for further trials. I believe this dress is perfection itself.”

Sofia’s spirits lifted as a smile played on her lips. “Really? You think so?” She turned towards the wall-sized mirror, her eyes eagerly scanning her reflection once more, searching for any imperfections that might tarnish her allure.

He approached her from behind, his presence looming over her like a protective shadow. “Look into my eyes, angel,” he whispered, his voice laced with conviction. “Do you still harbor any doubts?”

Gazing into the mirror, she met his intense gaze and found nothing but adoration and approval reflected back at her. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized the depth of his admiration.

With a gentle touch, he rested his hand on her waist, leaning in until his face brushed against her cheek. His warm breath caressed her ear as he whispered, his voice a seductive melody. “Every dress adorns your flawless body, my baby girl.” A rosy blush spread across her cheeks, deepening the shade of her embarrassment.

She turned away, slightly pushing him aside, her voice barely audible. “So this dress is final. I’ll go and change.” Her words escaped in a hushed whisper, betraying her heightened emotions.

Swiftly pivoting on her heel, she began making her way toward the trial room. But just as she was about to close the door, a firm hand stopped her, pushing the door slightly inward. Leonardo’s commanding presence filled the room as he stepped inside, closing the door behind him.

“What are you doing here?” Sofia gasped, a flicker of fear dancing in her eyes, aware of the potential consequences if they were caught.

His lips curled into a mischievous smile. “No chance of that, baby girl. I postponed my meeting and traveled this far so I wouldn’t have to wait outside. While you’re slipping into those gowns, showcasing your tantalizing body that belongs to me,” he shamelessly declared, causing a surge of warmth to pool within her, suffusing her cheeks with a deeper blush.

She turned her back to him, attempting to reach for the zipper of the mermaid dress. But before she could, Leonardo stepped forward, his touch sending shivers down her spine. He tugged down the zipper with a deliberate slowness, his fingertips grazing her skin, igniting an electric sensation that coursed through her veins.

The dress slid down her body, pooling at her feet, leaving her completely exposed to his hungry gaze. She didn’t need to turn around to know the intensity of his desire; his eyes, darkened with a primal hunger, mirrored his raw longing.

He brushed her hair to the side, revealing the soft expanse of her bare shoulder, and planted moist butterfly kisses along its curve. With featherlight strokes, his fingertip traced a path down her spine, eliciting a quivering response from her.

Sofia fought the urge to moan as Leonardo’s lips and fingers set her skin ablaze with desire. The fiery trail of his kisses ascended her neck, lingering behind her ear where he sucked on the sensitive skin, eliciting a shiver that made her close her eyes in surrender. His skilled hands ventured further, seizing her breasts and molding them in his firm grasp.

A gasp escaped her lips, and she turned her face towards him, her voice trailing off as she attempted to protest. But before she could utter another word, Leonardo locked his lips onto hers, engulfing her in a passionate, consuming kiss. Their mouths danced with fervor, tongues battling for dominance, teeth colliding in their urgent desire as they nipped and sucked each other’s lips.

Time became an inconsequential blur as their fervent embrace intensified, reminiscent of two young lovers discovering the fervor of their desires for the first time. Leonardo broke their kiss, swiftly spinning her into his arms, their bodies now facing each other. Without hesitation, he captured her lips once more, this time in a deep, open-mouthed kiss that left her breathless.

As they reluctantly pulled apart, their chests heaved, panting heavily in the aftermath of their intense connection. Foreheads pressed together, Leonardo gazed deeply into Sofia’s eyes, his voice heavy with desire.

“I want to fuck you right here, my wife,” he whispered, his words laden with urgency.

Her mouth fell agape in disbelief. Were his words serious? They were standing in a cramped trial room of a bustling clothing store, surrounded by a throng of people. Sometimes her husband’s audacity bordered on madness.

“But… we’re in public, Leonardo,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

“All you need to do is stay silent, my love,” he proposed, his voice low and filled with anticipation. “We’ll be quick.”

“I can’t possibly remain silent when you…” Sofia’s words trailed off, her hand instinctively covering her mouth. Oh God, what had she almost said?

He chuckled softly, brushing her hair away from her face before cradling her cheeks in his hands. “I understand, my love. You don’t have to hold back. Be as loud as you desire when we make love. No need to be shy, my baby girl. I think I can wait until we reach home,” he confessed, his plump lips teasingly grazing his teeth.

“Then please, step outside and give me a moment to change,” Sofia implored, her voice barely concealing her wavering resolve. If he remained there, tempting her with his seductive allure, she knew she would succumb to his desires at any moment.