His smirk sharpened. “My sexy wife, when did you become so demanding in bed?”Sofia whimpered in frustration, and that was all the permission he needed. He sealed his mouth around her breast once more, taking, consuming, until she was writhing beneath him, her breath coming in sharp gasps.She dug her nails into his scalp. “Oh my God, Leonardo...”His teeth scraped over her sensitive bud, a wicked promise of pleasure-pain, before he released her with a firm, teasing pull. “Something you want to say, sweetheart?”She blinked up at him, dazed, lips parting as though words had abandoned her. Then, in a breathless whisper—so desperate, so needy—she murmured, "Just… more."Leonardo’s eyes darkened with satisfaction. “You like it harder?”Her silence made him chuckle. He dragged his thumb over her pebbled nipple, waiting, pushing. “Tell me, Sofia,” he demanded, his voice low and authoritative.She shuddered beneath him, lips parting in a soundless plea, her damp eyes locked onto his with unr
Leonardo clenched his jaw, his restraint hanging by a thread. The way her body moved, the way she tested him—it was dangerous. She was playing with fire. His fingers trailed down the sleek curve of her spine, shuddering. With slow, deliberate movements, Sofia sat up and slid down his body, her thighs settling over his, her soft curves on full display. The sight of her alone was enough to wreck him.His gaze darkened as he took her in—the high curve of her breasts, the delicate dip of her waist, the sheer perfection of her bare skin. But she wasn’t admiring herself. No, she was admiring him. Her fingers traced the ridges of his abdomen, wandering lower, dragging over every hard contour as if memorizing him. The innocent curiosity in her touch sent a jolt of raw electricity through his veins.Then she went lower.Her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his pants, a single teasing touch tracing the thick length of his cock. A growl rumbled in Leonardo’s chest, primal and deep. His
Leonardo hovered over his sexy wife, positioning himself between her legs. Sofia propped herself up on her elbows, her darkened eyes heavy with desire. He moved closer, pressing her into the mattress, his restraint barely holding as he ached to fit his hips between her spread thighs and thrust inside her.Instead, he focused on her hard, juicy nipples, lavishing them with attention. His mouth found one, then the other, drawing each into the heat of his tongue and lips, eliciting sharp, breathy gasps from her. He let his lips travel lower, trailing kisses down her soft skin until he reached his destination—her glistening, pink pussy, waiting right under his mouth.She was soaked, swollen, her clit peeking out, eager for attention.Leonardo cupped her gently, watching as she shuddered, her eyes fluttering closed, a long, agonized breath escaping her lips.“Leonardo…” she whimpered.“Yes, baby? I’m here,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “And I’m staying here for a long, satisfyin
As he gathered Sofia in his arms, she shifted to her side, snuggling against him, soft and instantly willing to cuddle. It felt incredible to have her so close, trusting him enough to hold her when she was vulnerable as if he were her protective shield.Stroking his palm across her skin, he traced a slow path down her back, over the curve of her ass, and along her thigh. Needing more of her warmth, he lifted her leg over his hip, pressing kisses along her shoulder, up her neck, and taking teasing nips at her earlobe. Her eyes widened with a flicker of surprise—and rekindled arousal.He sent her a knowing smile before brushing his lips against hers. "Ready?""Hmm," she hummed, a sweet smile playing on her lips.Leonardo pressed his mouth to hers again, nudging her lips open. The moment she parted for him, he invaded deeply, fusing their mouths together. Rolling her onto her back, he aligned himself with her entrance, teasing her with slow, deliberate strokes.He pushed forward, gliding
The next morning, Sofia woke to the enticing aroma of coffee and freshly baked croissants, accompanied by her husband's deep, sexy voice."Good morning, angel," Leonardo greeted her. Before she could fully open her sleepy eyes, his warm, soft lips pressed against hers as he murmured, "I love you so much, sunshine."Wow. That was a surprising change. She was so used to waking up before him, making coffee, and preparing breakfast while he got ready for the office. She couldn't help but wonder what had caused this unexpected shift—had the sun risen in the west today?“Umm, what’s the occasion?” she asked teasingly, slipping the cover off her half-naked body. Her movement didn’t go unnoticed, and she watched as Leonardo took a sharp inhale, his eyes lingering on her breasts before flickering back to her face.“What do you mean, angel?” he asked softly, and to her shock, there wasn’t a hint of irritation in his tone.Hmm… someone’s in a good mood. But who was she fooling? She loved waking
“Nope! You’re not keeping your feet on the floor, angel,” he declared with a smug grin.“This is getting too much, Leonardo,” she scolded, frowning.His deep laughter echoed in the bathroom as he set her down on her feet.“But you only have me, and there’s no other option, wife,” he winked, kissing her passionately before leaving her alone in the bathroom.Sofia sighed, smiling at her husband’s overwhelming display of love, and closed the door. Just as she was about to turn on the water, she heard his voice again from the other side.“I’ll be waiting for you, darling.”Today, her mood was exceptionally bright, and she felt optimistic about everything. If she and Leonardo could stay like this, everything would be wonderful. She took a long shower to relax her sore muscles from last night’s passionate lovemaking, washed her hair, and brushed her teeth. After wrapping herself in a fluffy bathrobe and getting ready for the office, she walked downstairs to the dining hall.There, she found
It was a usual morning, and Sofia was getting ready for a meeting early in the day. Leonardo had cautioned her not to overwork herself, and she had assured him she was fine and wouldn’t let anything happen to the baby. They hadn’t told Vincenzo and Lucia about her pregnancy yet, deciding to wait a few months before announcing it to the family.Suddenly, Sofia’s phone rang—it was her gynecologist. Her heart instantly filled with unease, as Dr. Martinez didn’t usually call her directly.“Hey, Doc,” Sofia answered.“Good morning, Sofia,” Dr. Martinez’s voice came through the speaker. “How are you feeling today?”“I’m fine, Doctor,” Sofia replied skeptically. “What’s wrong?”There was a brief pause before Dr. Martinez sighed. “Sofia, can you come to my clinic today?”“Okay…” Sofia answered, her grip tightening on the phone.“And don’t come alone, okay?” Dr. Martinez advised.Sofia’s heart started pounding. “Doctor, is everything alright with my pregnancy?” she asked, her voice laced with
Ava didn’t knock. She barged into Leonardo Morelli’s office, pushing past his startled assistant who tried, and failed, to stop her.“Leo!” she called out, breathless, clutching the handle of her handbag like it could steady her.Leonardo didn’t look up from his desk. The light from the tall windows behind him bathed the room in a golden haze, highlighting his sharp jaw and perfectly pressed suit. He was every bit the mafia king—cold, composed, and commanding.He exhaled sharply when he heard her voice. “Ava, I’m busy,” he said flatly, not bothering to mask his irritation. “You’re not supposed to be here.”“I know,” she replied, stepping in further. Her tone was soft but determined. “But I had to come. You can be angry at me later, but right now… you need to hear this.”Leonardo finally raised his head, his expression unreadable. “If this is about a deal or your family’s shares—”“It’s not,” Ava cut in. “It’s about Sofia.”His jaw tightened at the mention of his wife’s name.“I saw he
The soft rustling of the curtains filled the quiet bedroom as the moonlight streamed in through the open windows, casting silver streaks across the floor. The night air was cool and still, carrying with it a sense of calm that the couple hadn’t felt in days. Dinner had been quiet, filled with concerned glances from Leonardo’s parents and affectionate giggles from their children, Vincenzo and Lucia. But now, in the sanctuary of their room, it was just the two of them—no distractions, no interruptions.Sofia sat on the edge of the bed, brushing her fingers over the blanket absentmindedly. Leonardo stood by the door for a moment, watching her. She looked fragile in the dim light, her hand resting protectively over her belly, her long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks.He finally walked toward her, kneeling in front of her like a man seeking redemption.“I owe you an apology,” he said softly. “Not just for last night, but for all the times I let my anger win. For making you feel like y
When Leonardo finally arrived home in his disheveled state, guilt weighing heavy on his shoulders, he found Sofia waiting for him near the front door. Her phone trembled in her tight grip, and the moment she saw him, she shot to her feet, rushing toward him.She threw herself into his arms, her body shaking as tears streamed down her cheeks. “Where were you the whole night, Leonardo?” she cried, her voice breaking. “Who does this to his pregnant wife after a small fight, huh?”Her sobs echoed in the hallway as she pressed her face against his chest. Leonardo’s heart shattered at the sound of her pain. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly as though he could shield her from everything—including himself.“I’m sorry, amore mio,” he whispered, lowering his head and pressing his lips to her hair. “It won’t ever happen again. I swear.”Sofia pulled back slightly, just enough to look into his stormy grey eyes with her tear-filled blue ones. Her voice was soft, but the words st
Leonardo stared at Ava, his heart sinking with helplessness. He still couldn't believe what had happened. The reality of his marriage, his love for Sofia, stood like an immovable wall between them. No—he loved Sofia, more than words could ever express, and the mere thought of betraying her, even if he didn’t remember every detail of the night, made him feel like a criminal.God, what have I done?He turned his gaze away, guilt consuming every corner of his mind. Ava was sitting on the edge of the bed, the sheet pulled around her like a fragile veil, watching him with eyes full of something that looked like hope. But staying here any longer would only be a bigger mistake. Whatever happened last night—it shouldn’t have.“I have to go,” Leonardo muttered, already stepping toward the door.His hand had just touched the knob when a trembling voice froze him in place. “Leo…” Ava whispered, her voice broken. “I’m very alone.”He stood still, his back to her. The image of Sofia’s face flashe
Ava reached out, her fingers tracing lightly along Leonardo’s chest as she whispered soft, seductive words into his ear. But even in his dazed state, his reaction was immediate and fierce—he jerked away, his eyes clouded and nearly closed, yet his actions were furious as he shoved her hand aside with surprising strength.“Ouch,” she muttered, stunned more by the rejection than the force. His body was firm, solid like carved marble, and every part of her ached with longing. She had dreamed of this moment for years, and now that he was here—in her home, in her bed—she couldn't accept defeat.But it was clear: he wasn’t yielding.Frustrated, Ava stepped back and signaled her driver, who had been waiting just outside the door. Without exchanging a word, he entered the room and silently helped her undress Leonardo—his limbs heavy, his consciousness fading. She administered another dose of the sedative, watching his breathing slow as the drug took effect.Only then did she dismiss the drive
Sofia didn’t want to call her—not now, not ever. It went against every ounce of pride she still had. The very idea of reaching out to her to ask about her own husband made her stomach twist with humiliation. But her instincts as a wife were louder than her ego. Something deep within her, something raw and unexplainable, told her she had to find Leonardo—and that she would do whatever it took.With a shaky breath, she tapped the name on her phone screen. The dial tone rang only twice.“Ava, hi,” she said softly as the call connected, trying to sound composed.There was a pause before Ava responded, her voice low, almost too calm. “Sofia,” she said, the way one might say the name of an unexpected guest. “What makes you call me today?”Sofia hesitated, swallowing the lump in her throat. “Um… is my husband with you?” she asked carefully, every word laced with tension.There was a sharp inhale from the other side.“Your husband? And you don’t know where he is?” Ava’s tone instantly shifted
Sofia panicked when Leonardo didn’t return home the whole day. They had never had such a big fight before. But this time, Leonardo was furious—angrier than she had ever seen him.She could have endured his shouting, even his frustration, but his silence and the way he walked away without saying a word—she couldn’t bear that. Her heart pounded with restlessness, every instinct screaming that something was about to go terribly wrong. She couldn’t let the rift between them grow any deeper. Swallowing her pride, she picked up the phone and called him.But he didn’t answer.Still, she didn’t stop. She kept calling until, eventually, his phone was switched off, and all her calls went straight to voicemail. He had never avoided her like this before.It broke her.Sofia wanted to make things right between them—she was willing to do anything to fix it. She loved him too much to lose him. But the pain of his silence was unbearable. Tears welled in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks before she
The bar was dimly lit and half-empty, just the way he liked it.Leonardo sat at the far corner, swirling a glass of whiskey between his fingers. The burn in his throat did nothing to dull the ache in his chest.His mind kept replaying her words. I was scared. I didn’t know how to tell you. And then his own: You’re not the Sofia I married.He wanted to hate her. But the image of her trembling on the staircase, her eyes wide with guilt and pain, haunted him.But still, it felt like the cruelest betrayal—by the woman he loved most. How could she do this? If she didn’t want the baby, the least she could have done was talk to him first, share her fears, her doubts. The baby was his, too. It wasn’t just her choice to make. Maybe, together, they would have found a way. But deciding everything on her own? That was unfair. Unfair to him. Unfair to their family. Unfair to the innocent life growing inside her—their unborn child.Leonardo sat at the far end of the dimly lit bar, his fingers cl
Ava didn’t knock. She barged into Leonardo Morelli’s office, pushing past his startled assistant who tried, and failed, to stop her.“Leo!” she called out, breathless, clutching the handle of her handbag like it could steady her.Leonardo didn’t look up from his desk. The light from the tall windows behind him bathed the room in a golden haze, highlighting his sharp jaw and perfectly pressed suit. He was every bit the mafia king—cold, composed, and commanding.He exhaled sharply when he heard her voice. “Ava, I’m busy,” he said flatly, not bothering to mask his irritation. “You’re not supposed to be here.”“I know,” she replied, stepping in further. Her tone was soft but determined. “But I had to come. You can be angry at me later, but right now… you need to hear this.”Leonardo finally raised his head, his expression unreadable. “If this is about a deal or your family’s shares—”“It’s not,” Ava cut in. “It’s about Sofia.”His jaw tightened at the mention of his wife’s name.“I saw he
It was a usual morning, and Sofia was getting ready for a meeting early in the day. Leonardo had cautioned her not to overwork herself, and she had assured him she was fine and wouldn’t let anything happen to the baby. They hadn’t told Vincenzo and Lucia about her pregnancy yet, deciding to wait a few months before announcing it to the family.Suddenly, Sofia’s phone rang—it was her gynecologist. Her heart instantly filled with unease, as Dr. Martinez didn’t usually call her directly.“Hey, Doc,” Sofia answered.“Good morning, Sofia,” Dr. Martinez’s voice came through the speaker. “How are you feeling today?”“I’m fine, Doctor,” Sofia replied skeptically. “What’s wrong?”There was a brief pause before Dr. Martinez sighed. “Sofia, can you come to my clinic today?”“Okay…” Sofia answered, her grip tightening on the phone.“And don’t come alone, okay?” Dr. Martinez advised.Sofia’s heart started pounding. “Doctor, is everything alright with my pregnancy?” she asked, her voice laced with