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.

parting, and his tongue darting out to moisten his bottom lip before he spoke with a smoldering intensity, "You look absolutely stunning, baby girl. There's no need for further trials.

turned towards the wall-sized mirror, her eyes eagerly scanning her reflection once more, searching

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

and approval reflected

brushed against her cheek. His warm breath caressed her ear as he whispered, his voice a seductive melody. "Every

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

heel, she began making her way toward the trial room. But just as she was about to close the door, a

you doing here?" Sofia gasped, a flicker of fear dancing in her eyes, aware of the

wouldn't have to wait outside. While you're slipping into those gowns, showcasing your tantalizing body that belongs to me," he

turned her back to him, attempting to reach for the zipper of the mermaid dress. But before she could, Leonardo stepped forward, his touch sending shivers down her spine. He tugged down the zipper with a

down her body, pooling at her feet, leaving her completely exposed to his hungry gaze. She didn't need to turn around to know the intensity of his desire; his eyes,

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

the urge

lips and fingers

fiery trail of his kisses ascended her neck, lingering behind her ear where he sucked on the sensitive skin, eliciting a shiver that

lips onto hers, engulfing her in a passionate, consuming kiss. Their mouths danced with fervor tongues battling

of two young lovers discovering the fervor of their desires for

his arms, their bodies now facing each other. Without hesitation, he captured her lips