All Chapters of SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA DON: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Dahlia’s POVEvening came faster than I expected, and suddenly we were getting ready for the night. There was this jittery feeling in my stomach, like butterflies mixed with nerves and excitement. I kept pacing around the room until I finally stood in front of the mirror and took a breath. I slipped on my black mini dress carefully, pulling the straps over my shoulders and adjusting the fabric until it hugged every curve just right. The fabric was soft and smooth, and little sparkles glittered whenever the light touched it.Then came the heels—black, shiny, and way taller than what I usually wore. I wobbled for a second and had to hold onto the dresser just to steady myself. After that, I brushed my hair slowly, the bristles running through it again and again until it looked silky. I curled it into loose waves that fell over my shoulders and framed my face. I added some soft makeup and gloss to my lips. It all came together so perfectly.When I finally looked at myself in the mirror,

Dahlia’s POVI opened the bathroom door slowly, almost holding my breath without meaning to. A small cloud of steam followed me out, and the warm smell of vanilla soap still clung to my skin. I stepped into the room, and for a moment, everything felt unreal, like the world had paused just for this.Luca was sitting on the edge of the bed now. The lamp beside him cast a soft golden light across the room and over his body. His black shirt was unbuttoned halfway, showing his chest and a line of hard muscle that disappeared into his pants. He looked like he had just been running his hands through his hair because it was messed up in that effortless, sexy way.He looked up when he heard the door click open. His eyes found me instantly. The moment he saw what I was wearing, he froze. His expression changed so slowly I saw every part of it—first surprise, then awe, and then something hotter, darker, deeper.His gaze moved down my body, taking in the lace hugging my skin, the thin straps, my

Dahlia’s POVI reached up and touched his face, my fingers brushing his jaw. I wanted to see every part of him, not just feel him. I wanted to look at him the way he looked at me.“I want to see all of you,” I said softly. The words just slipped out. My voice was a little shaky, but I meant every word.Luca paused for a second like my words hit him somewhere deep. His eyes darkened with that intense look he always gave only to me. Then he nodded once and his voice dropped low.“As you wish, princess.”He got off the bed slowly and stood at the edge of it. The room was quiet except for our breathing. I pushed myself up on my elbows so I could watch him better. He reached for his black shirt, the one he’d left unbuttoned earlier, and he slid it off his shoulders.For a moment I almost forgot to breathe.His chest came into view, strong and toned, and the tattoos on his skin made him look even more powerful. The ink curled over his chest and his arms, dark lines and symbols that told st

Dahlia’s POVSuddenly, I was on top, straddling his hips, his thick length buried deep within my pussy. The new position made me gasp, the fullness hitting differently now, my clit grinding against his pelvis as I adjusted to the weight of him beneath me.I sat up slowly, my hands pressing against his chest for balance, feeling the rapid thump of his heartbeat under my palms. His skin was slick with our combined sweat, muscles taut and glistening in the low light filtering through the curtains. I looked down at him in surprise, my hair falling around my face like a curtain.'What are you doing?' I asked, my voice breathy, still recovering from the intensity of our first climax.Luca smirked up at me, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief and hunger. His hands roamed up my sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts before settling back on my hips.'I'm not nearly done with you yet, princess,' he said, his tone low and commanding. 'I want to watch you ride my cock. See those tit

Dahlia’s POVWith my hands secured, Luca shifted closer. I felt the head of his cock nudge against my entrance, still hard and slick from before. He didn't tease—he just thrust in from behind, burying himself to the root in one powerful stroke.'Ahh!' I cried out, the angle hitting different, deeper somehow, his balls pressing right up against my clit. It was intense, my walls stretching around him again, hugging every ridge and vein. He started fucking me right away, pulling out halfway and slamming back in, setting a steady rhythm that rocked my whole body forward.I moaned and moaned, the sounds spilling out of me uncontrolled. It felt too good—like fire building low in my belly all over again. Each thrust sent jolts through me, his hips slapping against my ass with a sharp, wet smack that echoed in the room. My knees dug into the mattress, and I pushed back to meet him, wanting him harder, deeper.'Luca... yes, fuck,' I gasped, my voice muffled against the pillow.The way he held