The Mafia’s Substitute Bride

“So you’re pretending to be asleep, huh?” Sofia asked playfully, feigning annoyance.

Leonardo chuckled, his eyes opening slowly.

“Good morning, love. How did you sleep last night?” His eyes sparkled mischievously as he smirked at her.

Growing slightly irritated by his teasing, Sofia pressed her hand against his chest and pushed him away gently. But he pulled her closer to him, refusing to let her go.

“Where do you think you’re going, baby girl?” He tugged on her hair tenderly, tilting her head up to meet his as he pressed his full, red lips against hers.

Her morning couldn’t have been more beautiful than this. She lay in his arms, feeling his kiss as if he desired nothing else in the world but her. Her breasts pressed against his chest, sending electric waves through her body. Their legs intertwined, and he rubbed his hard-on against her bare pussy, his desire evident.

She moaned softly into his mouth as he touched his sore pussy, deepening the kiss. They continued to explore each other’s lips for a few minutes until they were both breathless and in need of air. They reluctantly pulled away, panting heavily, their eyes locked in a passionate gaze.

He effortlessly spun her around, pressing her back against his chest. He pulled her thigh over his hip and entered her from behind. When did he remove his boxers? As her head rolled back, resting on his shoulder, she couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. His lips found her exposed neck, nibbling on the tender skin, leaving behind passionate marks.

His hands gently moved towards her breasts, caressing her nipples, twisting and rolling between fingers. The rhythm of their bodies synchronized as he started moving in and out of her. The intensity of their connection made her lose herself in pleasure. She moaned unabashedly, oblivious to the possibility of anyone on the private island hearing her. Her voice echoed in the open surroundings, a testament to their passion.

The overwhelming sensation overwhelmed her, pushing her towards the brink. She couldn’t contain her desire any longer and screamed his name, yearning for more.

As if reading her mind, his hand crawled between her legs, and he began rolling his thumb on her clit.

Her arousal grew, her body becoming wetter as she pleaded for him not to stop, craving his touch.

She had transformed into a tangled mess of moans, twisting and thrashing in search of relief.

“Oh, hubby!” she cried out, her voice filled with need.

“Yes, my love?” he responded, thrusting into her, his voice strained with desire.

“I’m… ah… about to… come,” she managed to sob between gasps.

“Hold on, my love. Wait for me,” he whispered, his thrusts becoming faster and deeper, driving them both towards the peak of ecstasy

“Come with me, my love,” he commanded, his voice filled with authority.

As if her body had been eagerly awaiting his instruction, she exploded in a climax, her cries of pleasure mingling with his name. Every inch of her shuddered and went limp as wave after wave of intense orgasm swept over her, erasing all thoughts from her mind.

His dick throbbed within her, releasing his cum inside her with a low groan, his voice mingling with her screams of ecstasy. His lips sought her neck and shoulders, his grip gently turning her face towards him. Even while still inside her, he captured her lips in another passionate kiss, stealing her soul once again. Breaking away, he smiled at her with affection.

“I’ve always yearned for my mornings to be like this. I’ve waited so long,” he confessed, his words causing her heart to blossom. “From today onwards, I want to wake up every morning and make love to you, Mrs. Morelli,” he declared, the endearment bringing joy to her ears.

Slowly, he withdrew from her, and she gasped at the loss of his touch. He gracefully stepped off the bed, his naked form emanating confidence. Two white robes lay on the bedside table, and he picked them up. Draping one over his body, he tied the sash securely. With a tender gesture, he handed her the other robe, and she immediately slipped into it, relishing the comfort it provided.

After a while, the yacht arrived at the island to pick them up. Once they boarded the yacht, Leonardo took Sofia’s hand and led her towards the stairs, ensuring she descended safely into the main hall. Sofia, exhausted from their passionate encounter earlier, yearned for some nourishment and energy. Leonardo pulled out a chair for her, dismissing the waiters and personally serving her favorite breakfast. He always knew her preferences.

Just as they settled down, a bodyguard approached Leonardo and bowed respectfully. “Sir, you have a call from Mr. Russo,” he announced.

Domenico calling? But he must be aware that they were on their honeymoon. Why would he disturb them? It had to be something urgent. Sofia sensed that something was amiss, yet she knew Leonardo would shield her from any worries. He always treated her like his precious baby girl, shielding her from stress.

Leonardo nodded to the bodyguard and then turned his attention back to Sofia. “Enjoy your breakfast, my love. I will join you in a few minutes,” he said, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“Please, don’t go. I want to have breakfast with you,” Sofia pleaded, hoping he would reveal the reason behind the call.

“Oh, baby, I want that too. But I must take this call. It seems urgent. Otherwise, Domenico wouldn’t have bothered us,” Leonardo explained, his voice filled with concern.

Sofia hummed in agreement, reluctantly allowing him to attend to the call. As she waited for his return, her hunger got the better of her, and she started munching on some fruit to satiate her appetite.

******

If Domenico was calling Leonardo, it had to be something important. Leonardo swiftly made his way to the captain’s room, knowing that it was the only way they could communicate securely.

He grabbed the receiver and braced himself. “Domenico, I hope this is worth disturbing me during my honeymoon,” Leonardo warned, his tone slightly annoyed.

“It’s urgent, Leonardo. I wouldn’t have bothered you otherwise. The gang situation has taken a turn for the worse,” Domenico informed him.

“Damn it!” Leonardo cursed, running a hand through his hair. “Can you handle it?”

“I’m doing my best. Don’t worry, but if things escalate, I’ll contact you,” Domenico assured him.

“Fine,” Leonardo said, about to end the call.

“By the way, I’ve gathered some information about the missing will and the attacks on your wife,” Domenico said in a serious tone, an unusual change from his usual demeanor. It must be significant.

“I’m listening,” Leonardo responded eagerly, his impatience evident.

“It seems someone from the Ricci family is involved. I haven’t identified the person yet, but I’m getting closer. I’m on the verge of obtaining the will,” Domenico declared.

“That’s good news. I want that person right in front of me, the one responsible for these attacks and endangering Sofia. Once I have them, I’ll make sure they suffer for eternity, and then Sofia will be safe forever. Use all your resources to find that person,” Leonardo instructed firmly.

“Don’t worry. I’ll track down that person and make them beg for their life for crossing Leonardo Morelli,” Domenico promised.

“So, how’s your honeymoon going?” Leonardo’s amusement shone through as he switched back to his familiar tone, realizing that his friend Domenico was back to his usual self.

“I’m not going to tell you anything, Domenico. Get back to work,” Leonardo said, his voice filled with frustration, before hanging up the call.

His mind was consumed with worry, the sole concern being to catch the person who had attacked Sofia as soon as possible, so he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Despite appointing a dozen bodyguards to protect Sofia, Leonardo couldn’t shake off the fear for her safety. He had no knowledge of the identity and capabilities of this unknown enemy who had targeted her. The only clue he had was that it was someone from the Ricci family, a fellow mafia member. This realization only heightened his anxiety, knowing just how dangerous and relentless a mafia member could be in pursuit of their goals.

The mystery surrounding the missing will and the attempted murder of Sofia remained unsolved. Leonardo couldn’t help but speculate that the two events were connected and somehow linked to the Ricci family. With these thoughts swirling in his mind, he found it difficult to enjoy the honeymoon he had promised his wife. He had assured her that this entire week would be devoted solely to them, free from any disturbances. However, this phone call had ignited a restlessness within him, a desperate need to find the killer and bring them to justice.