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.

and his tongue darting out to

wall-sized mirror, her eyes eagerly scanning her reflection once more, searching for any

protective shadow. "Look into my

into the mirror, she met his intense gaze and found nothing but adoration and approval reflected back at her. Her

her waist, leaning in until his face brushed against her cheek. His warm breath caressed her ear as he whispered, his voice a seductive melody. "Every dress adorns your flawless body, my

aside, her voice barely audible. "So this dress is final. I'll go and change." Her words escaped in a hushed whisper, betraying her

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 stepped inside, closing the door

fear dancing in her eyes, aware of the potential consequences if they

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 body that belongs to me," he shamelessly declared, causing

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

slid 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

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

urge

lips and fingers

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

lips onto hers, engulfing her in a passionate, consuming kiss. Their mouths danced

their fervent embrace intensified, reminiscent of two young lovers

other. Without hesitation,