All Chapters of SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA DON: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Dahlia's POV"I don't know what you mean," I said innocently, even as I smiled at my reflection in the mirror. "I just sent you a picture.""A picture," he repeated, his voice dropping even lower. "Baby, that wasn't just a picture. That was... fuck. Do you have any idea what you're doing to me right now?""Tell me," I said, my voice dropping to match his.I heard him take a sharp breath. "I'm hard as a rock and you're three doors down from me and I can't come to you because my cousin is apparently the fun police."I laughed softly. "Andrea means well. She's just trying to maintain tradition.""Tradition can go to hell," Luca said bluntly. "I need to see you. I need to touch you. That oil on your skin... God, Dahlia, I can practically smell it from here. That's my favorite one.""I know," I said, feeling empowered by the effect I was having on him. "That's why I used it.""You're killing me," he groaned. "How was your night? Please tell me you're home early because you missed me and no

Dahlia's POVHe carefully pulled out of me, and I whimpered at the loss. But before I could protest, he was helping me reposition."On your hands and knees," he said gently. "If you're comfortable with that. It'll take all the pressure off your belly."I nodded, letting him help me into position. I got on my hands and knees, my belly hanging beneath me with no pressure on it at all. It actually felt really comfortable, and I arched my back slightly, presenting myself to him."Fuck," Luca breathed from behind me, his hands running over my ass appreciatively. "You look so good like this, baby. So fucking good."He positioned himself behind me and entered me again in one smooth thrust, both of us groaning at the sensation. From this angle, he felt even deeper, hitting spots that made me see stars.He gripped my hips firmly and started moving, his pace faster now, less gentle. The angle allowed him to thrust deeper, and I could feel him hitting that perfect spot inside me with every strok

Luca's POVI couldn't breathe.The moment Dahlia stepped into view at the entrance of the garden, every coherent thought left my head. The world narrowed down to just her—my wife, my love, my everything—walking toward me in that stunning dress with the sunset painting her in gold.She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen in my entire life.The ivory dress flowed over her body perfectly, highlighting every curve, accentuating the swell of our baby rather than hiding it. Her hair fell in soft waves over her shoulder, woven with delicate flowers. And her face—God, her face was glowing with happiness and love and certainty.This was nothing like our first wedding.Then, she'd been terrified. I'd seen it in every line of her body as she'd walked down that church aisle toward me—a stranger, a monster, someone she'd been forced to marry. She'd looked like she was walking to her execution, pale and shaking, barely holding back tears of fear.But now?Now she was radiant. Now she was smi

Andrea's POVThe first time I saw Dante, I fell for him. Literally.I had been eighteen and freshly into college. I had come to New York to stay with my cousin Luca for spring break. The whole trip had been planned for months—my first real taste of freedom, my first time visiting the big city without my parents hovering over my shoulder. I'd packed and repacked my suitcase at least three times, agonizing over every outfit choice, wanting to look sophisticated and city-ready.My mom had been nervous about the whole thing. She'd wrung her hands and asked me a million times if I was sure I wanted to go. "Luca's world is... different, sweetheart," she'd said carefully, the way she always did when talking about her nephew. "Just be careful, okay? And don't ask too many questions."I knew what she meant. Everyone in the family knew what Luca was, even if nobody ever said it out loud. He wasn't just some successful businessman in New York. He was connected. Powerful. The kind of man who had

Andrea's POVI slowly lifted my head, my hair falling in messy tangles around my face, and looked up at him. My heart sank into my stomach.Dante was staring right at me. He'd put his phone away and was now giving me his full attention. And the worst part? One side of his mouth was curved up in an amused smirk. Not a concerned expression. Not a worried look. Not even a polite offer to help. Just pure amusement, like watching me eat pavement was the most entertaining thing he'd seen all day.His dark eyes were lit up with something that looked suspiciously like laughter, though he wasn't actually laughing. Just standing there with his arms still crossed, leaning against that stupid expensive SUV, watching me with that infuriating smirk playing on his lips.He didn't even offer to help. He just stood there, looking like some kind of dangerous, gorgeous statue, clearly enjoying my misery.I felt anger bubble up inside my chest, hot and fierce, mixing with the embarrassment until I thought