Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 378 His Seduction

Sofia found herself surrounded by a myriad of dresses in the exquisite shop, her brows furrowed in a mixture of confusion and anticipation. Domenico had introduced her as Mrs. Sofia Leonardo Morelli, and the attentive staff quickly ushered her toward their finest collection. She moved gracefully through the racks, her fingertips delicately grazing the fabrics as she searched for the perfect attire.

A red halter-neck gown caught her attention, its flowing silhouette whispering promises of elegance. She slipped it on, admiring the way the fabric cascaded down to the floor. It was undeniably lovely, yet a flicker of discontent danced in her eyes. Determined to explore other options, she chose a black strapless gown that hugged her curves like a second skin. The dress exuded timeless beauty, leaving her breathless, yet the decision still eluded her. Each garment she tried on was a masterpiece in its own right, further complicating her choice with every new embrace of satin and silk.

Yearning for a second opinion, Sofia emerged from the trial room in a peach-colored bodycon mermaid dress, its intricate sequin work shimmering in the ambient light. Her gaze fell upon Domenico, who patiently awaited her outside. With a mixture of hope and uncertainty, she sought his guidance.

"So? You are done," Domenico inquired, his eyes sweeping over her form in a gentle appraisal.

"No, I'm still torn. I adore this dress, but I yearn for a second perspective. What do you think? Will it be suitable for the party?" Sofia beseeched him, hoping for clarity in her swirling thoughts.

A bashful giggle escaped Domenico's lips as he nervously wiped his forehead. Clearing his throat, he spoke with a touch of awkwardness, "Actually, sister, I lack expertise in matters of women's attire. Regrettably, I cannot offer you my guidance." Sensing her need, he glanced around and summoned the assistance of a salesgirl.

"Excuse me, Miss. Could you kindly assist her in choosing the most flattering dress?" Domenico beckoned, his eyes searching for the aid Sofia desired.

The salesgirl's face lit up with a warm smile as she eagerly approached, ready to lend her expertise. "Of course, sir. Please, ma'am, follow me," she said, guiding Sofia towards the inviting sanctuary of the trial room.

Yet, before Sofia could take a step, a deep and husky voice resonated through the air, captivating her heart. She spun on her heel to behold Leonardo, standing tall and commanding in his formal black suit. Her breath hitched as he approached, his long strides both leisurely and purposeful.

down to her dainty toes. A tantalizing moment passed, his lips parting, and his tongue darting out to moisten his bottom lip before he spoke with a smoldering intensity,

lips. "Really? You think so?" She turned towards the wall-sized mirror, her eyes eagerly scanning her reflection

looming over her like a protective shadow. "Look into my eyes, angel," he whispered, his voice laced with conviction. "Do you still harbor any

into the mirror, she met his intense gaze and found nothing but adoration and approval reflected back at her. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized the depth

breath caressed her ear as he

aside, her voice barely audible. "So this dress is final. I'll go and change." Her

began making her way toward the trial room. But just as she was about to close the door, a firm hand stopped her, pushing the door slightly inward. Leonardo's commanding presence filled the room as he

fear dancing in her eyes, aware of the

of that, baby girl. I postponed my meeting and traveled this far so I wouldn't have to wait outside. While you're slipping into those gowns, showcasing your tantalizing

reach for the zipper of the mermaid dress. But before she could, Leonardo stepped forward, his touch sending shivers down her spine. He tugged

feet, leaving her completely exposed to his hungry gaze. She didn't need to turn around

hair to the side, revealing the soft expanse of her bare shoulder, and planted moist butterfly kisses along its curve. With featherlight strokes, his

the urge to

lips and

neck, lingering behind her ear where he sucked on the sensitive skin, eliciting a shiver that made her close her eyes in surrender.

protest. But before she could utter another word, Leonardo locked his lips onto hers, engulfing her in a passionate, consuming kiss. Their mouths

reminiscent of two young lovers discovering the fervor of their desires for the

bodies now facing each other. Without hesitation, he captured her lips once more, this