All Chapters of SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA DON: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Dahlia's POVHe groaned against me, and the vibration sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body. His hands gripped my thighs, holding them open, keeping me exactly where he wanted me.I tried to close my legs—the sensation was almost too intense—but he wouldn't let me. He kept them spread wide, kept his mouth working on me with single-minded determination."Luca, please," I begged, though I wasn't sure what I was begging for. For him to stop? For him to never stop? I didn't even know anymore.He pulled back just enough to speak. "You taste so fucking good," he said, his voice rough and filled with desire. Then his mouth was back on me, his tongue doing things that should be illegal.I could feel another orgasm building, impossibly fast. How was this possible? How could my body still have more to give?But it did. Oh god, it did.He slid two fingers inside me while his mouth focused on that sensitive bundle of nerves, and that was all it took. My fourth orgasm hit me like a freight t

Luca's POVI froze, my whole body going rigid. My jaw clenched as I tried to ride out the wave of agony that was washing over me.It felt like the migraine pains I'd been getting ever since I got back from the hospital. The doctors had warned me about them. They said it was normal after a head injury like the one I'd sustained in the explosion. That they would fade with time.But this one was different.This one was sharper. More intense. More painful than any of the others had been.It felt like someone was taking a hot poker and driving it directly into my skull. The pain radiated from the back of my head, where I'd hit it during the explosion, and spread forward until my entire head was throbbing with agony.I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to breathe through it. Trying to stay quiet so I wouldn't wake Dahlia.But the pain wasn't stopping. If anything, it was getting worse.I needed to move. I needed to get out of bed before I did something stupid like cry out or thrash around and w

Dahlia's POVHe held me tight, so tight I could barely breathe. His face buried in my hair, his arms wrapped around me like he was afraid I might disappear."Luca?" I said, confused by the sudden intensity. "What's wrong?""I remember," he whispered against my hair. "I remember everything now."My heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean? Remember what?""The explosion," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "The night of the explosion. Everything that happened. It all came back to me."I pulled back just enough to look at his face. His silver eyes were glistening with unshed tears, and the expression on his face was a mixture of pain, relief, and something else I couldn't quite identify."You remember?" I asked softly, reaching up to cup his face with both hands. "All of it?"He nodded, and a single tear slipped down his cheek. "All of it. The explosion and our life before that. I remember it all." His voice broke slightly, and he looked at me with so much love and emotion that it to

Dahlia's POV Three Months Later It's been three months since Luca regained his memories, and life has been absolutely blissful. The word "blissful" didn't even seem strong enough to describe how happy I'd been these past few months, but it was the closest I could get. Every single day felt like a gift. Every morning I woke up next to Luca, knowing that he remembered everything—every moment we'd shared, every memory we'd built together—felt like a small miracle. The hospital visit that morning after he'd hit his head had gone well, thank God. The doctors had run a bunch of tests—CT scans, neurological exams, the works—and confirmed that while he'd had a minor concussion, there was no serious damage. They'd been amazed that the blow to his head had somehow triggered the return of his memories. The doctor had explained something about neural pathways and trauma and recovery, but honestly, I didn't care about the science of it. All I cared about was that my Luca was back. Completely ba

Dahlia's POV"Is that all?" he asked, leaning back in his chair. He was trying to maintain his composure, trying to act like he was still in control. But I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his hands gripped the armrests of his chair."Maybe not all," I admitted with a small smile.I walked around the desk slowly, trailing my fingers along the smooth wood surface as I went. Luca's eyes followed my every movement, his breathing getting slightly heavier.When I reached his side of the desk, I didn't stop. I kept walking until I was standing right in front of him, close enough that my knees almost touched his.He looked up at me, his silver eyes burning with desire and love and hunger."Dahlia," he said, my name coming out almost like a warning. Or maybe a plea. I wasn't sure which."Yes?" I asked innocently, tilting my head to the side.His hands came up to rest on my hips, his fingers pressing into the soft fabric of my dress. "What are you up to?"Instead of answering, I