SUBSTITUTE BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA DON のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 281 - チャプター 290

Andrea's POV"Luca told me to take you back to the mansion.""And I'm telling you I'm not going anywhere with you." My voice was cold, clipped. I finished entering my location and requested a ride. "My Uber will be here in three minutes."There was a pause, and I could feel the tension radiating off him in waves."Don't be difficult, Bambi."The nickname—that goddamn nickname I hadn't heard in four years—made something in my chest crack wide open. All the hurt and confusion and anger from the past week, from the past four years, came flooding to the surface.I snapped my head toward him, my eyes blazing. "Don't call me that."His dark eyes met mine, unreadable behind that controlled mask. "What?""Don't call me Bambi. Isn't it Miss Andrea to you now?" The words came out bitter, sharp. "That's what you've been calling me all week. So professional. So distant. So let's stick with that, shall we?"Something flickered in his expression—exhaustion, maybe, or frustration. But I didn't give

Andrea's POV"Fuck." The word came out strangled, tortured, like it had been ripped from somewhere deep inside him. His control was cracking—I could see it in the way his jaw clenched, in the way his hand tightened just slightly on my throat, in the way his breathing had become heavier.His face moved closer to mine, so close I could feel his breath on my skin, could see the individual flecks of lighter brown in his dark eyes, could count his eyelashes if I wanted to.His gaze fell to my lips, and I watched his pupils dilate even further.And without thinking, acting on pure instinct, I licked my lips.It was a subconscious gesture, automatic, my tongue darting out to wet my suddenly dry lips. But the effect on Dante was immediate and devastating.I watched his eyes track the movement, watched them fixate on my mouth like it was the only thing in the world that mattered. Watched his own lips part slightly, his breathing becoming even more ragged."You're killing me," he said roughly,

Andrea's POVWe finally arrived at Dante's apartment building, and of course it was a freaking penthouse. The building was all glass and steel and modern elegance, the kind of place that screamed wealth and power. A doorman greeted Dante with a respectful nod as we entered the lobby, his eyes carefully not lingering on my disheveled appearance or the way Dante's hand was possessively gripping my waist.Dante opened the car door for me, and I stepped out on legs that felt unsteady. Whether from the heels or the anticipation or the lingering effects of that kiss, I wasn't sure. Probably all three.He led me inside with his hand on my waist, his palm burning through the thin fabric of my dress. That single point of contact felt like a brand, hot and possessive and impossible to ignore. His fingers dug in slightly, not enough to hurt but enough to remind me that he was there, that he was in control, that in a few minutes we were going to be completely alone.The lobby was all marble and c

Andrea's POVMy eyes widened. My breath caught."Fuck," he groaned, his eyes closing as he breathed in my scent. "You smell so good, Bambi. So fucking good."The act was filthy, possessive, completely shameless. And it made me wetter than I'd ever been in my life.When he opened his eyes again, they were almost black with desire. He dropped my panties on the bed beside him, then his hands returned to my body, this time with clear intent."I've dreamed about this," he said, his voice rough as his hands slid up my outer thighs. "About you, naked in my room. About touching you, tasting you, making you mine in every possible way."His hands moved higher, to my hips, my waist, finally cupping my breasts. His thumbs brushed over my nipples and I couldn't stop the moan that escaped."That sound," he said, doing it again and watching my reaction. "I want to hear every sound you can make. Every moan, every gasp, every scream."He leaned forward and took one nipple into his mouth, and m

Andrea's POVHis warm, soft tongue dragged slowly up and down my wet folds, licking up every drop of my sweet juices. He took his time, savoring me. He licked around my sensitive clit, then pushed his tongue a little inside my hole, tasting me deeper. I moaned loudly and my hands went to his hair, gripping it tight. It felt so naughty and so incredibly good. My legs were still shaking from the orgasm, but he didn’t stop.“Mmm… your juices taste so delicious,” he groaned right against my dripping pussy. His voice was low and rough, full of hunger.He looked up at me from between my spread legs, his lips and chin all shiny and wet from my cum. His eyes were dark and burning. “So sweet and warm, Bambi. I love it so much. I could drink you and lick you all night long. You taste fucking amazing.”He didn’t wait for me to say anything. He kept going, licking me even faster. His warm, wet tongue flicked quickly over my swollen clit again and again, sending sharp, electric sparks shooting thro