All Chapters of SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA DON: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Dahlia’s POVHis cock stood straight up, thick and hard, the head shiny and bobbing a little as he locked eyes on me. He didn't say a word, just moved fast, closing the space between us. His chest pressed firm against my back, pinning me to the wet tile wall. I felt his erection hot and heavy against my ass cheeks, sliding a bit from the water.He turned my head with one hand, his mouth crashing down on mine over my shoulder. The kiss was rough, hungry—his tongue pushed in deep, swirling around mine like he owned me. I kissed back, moaning into his mouth, my body melting against him. His free hand roamed down, grabbing my hip hard, fingers digging in.Then he spun me around quick, the water splashing everywhere. He dropped to his knees right there in the shallow puddle on the shower floor, his broad shoulders flexing. One of his big hands gripped my thigh, lifting my leg up and hooking it over his shoulder.It spread me open wide, my pussy exposed to the steamy air and his hungry star

Dahlia’s POVI woke slowly, the kind of waking that feels soft around the edges. Not sudden. Not rushed. My body felt warm, heavy in a good way, like I had slept deeply for the first time in weeks. For a moment, I stayed still, my eyes closed, listening to the quiet hum of the room and the distant sounds of the mansion waking up.Then I felt it.That familiar presence beside me.A steady warmth. A quiet breath. An arm curved around me like it had always known where it belonged.I opened my eyes.Luca was already awake.He was lying on his side, facing me, his head resting against the pillow, his dark eyes fixed on my face. He wasn’t staring in a way that made me uncomfortable. It was softer than that. Thoughtful. Almost reverent. Like he was memorizing me all over again.When he noticed my eyes flutter open, his lips curved into a slow smile.“Good morning, princess,” he said.I smiled back, my voice soft and sleepy. “Good morning, my love.”Saying it felt right. Like something old an

Luca’s POVKissing Dahlia felt… strange.And not strange in a bad way.It felt new, like the first time touching something fragile and important.But at the same time, it felt familiar. Deeply familiar. Like muscle memory. Like my body knew exactly what to do even though my mind was still blank.Her lips were soft. Warmer than I expected. When they moved against mine, something inside my chest shifted, like a lock turning open. I couldn’t remember the first time I kissed her. I couldn’t remember the last time either. But it felt like I had done this a hundred times before. Maybe more.The taste of her lingered on my tongue—sweet, gentle, addictive. It hit me all at once. The want. The need. The pull toward her that made no sense and yet felt completely right. It was like my body recognized her before my brain could catch up.I felt my hands tighten slightly where they rested on her, not rough, not demanding—just needing her closer. Like letting go wasn’t an option my body would accept

Dahlia’s POVAs soon as I stepped into the shower, the warm water wrapped around me, and I let out a slow breath I didn’t even realize I’d been holding. For the first time in what felt like forever, my chest felt light. Peaceful. I smiled to myself, standing there under the spray, thinking about Luca. About us. About the day he had promised we would spend together.A normal day.I washed my body slowly, enjoying the warmth, enjoying the quiet. I washed my hair, massaging my scalp, letting my thoughts drift. I even laughed softly to myself when I thought about how excited I’d sounded when he said we’d go out. Like a child. I didn’t care. Happiness did that to me.Without thinking, my hand moved to my belly.“Good morning, little one,” I whispered, my voice soft, full of love.Everything felt right.Then something felt… wrong.At first, it was just a strange warmth between my legs. I frowned slightly, confused, thinking maybe the water temperature had changed. I shifted my feet, but the

Luca’s POVThe lobby felt endless. Every second stretched into minutes, every minute into hours. I couldn’t sit still. I had already called Dante and Andrea, but their phones went straight to voicemail. My chest felt tight, my hands clenched into fists at my sides, and I kept pacing, like moving would somehow make the fear less heavy. But it didn’t. It only made my heart pound faster.What if… The thought flared in my mind, sharp and cruel, but I pushed it away. I couldn’t let myself spiral. I had to have hope. I had to trust that Dahlia was okay. That our baby was okay. That we would get through this.I sank into a chair for a brief moment, rubbing my face with my hands. The smell of the hospital—the antiseptic, the faint scent of flowers on the counter—made my stomach twist even tighter. The lobby was busy with nurses and visitors, but I felt alone in a cage. My eyes darted to the doors of the emergency wing over and over, hoping, praying, wishing that a doctor would come out.And t