Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 399 I Love You

"That's not fair," Sofia protested, her voice tinged with frustration, as Leonardo turned his back on her.

His deep laughter reverberated through the air, causing her heart to race.

"Everything is fair in love and war, sweetheart," he announced shamelessly, his confidence evident in every word.

Sofia took a deep breath, feeling the need to be heard. She mustered her courage and made a decision. With a determined look in her eyes, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it slide off her shoulders and fall to her side. "Leonardo, I miss my husband," she confessed, her voice desperate and vulnerable.

He chuckled, dismissing her emotions as mere tricks. He removed his coat and loosened his tie, yet still avoiding eye contact, trying to resist her charms.

Undeterred, she walked slowly towards him, her eyes locked on his. As he unbuttoned his shirt, she took a stand in front of him, encircling her arms around his neck, drawing her body closer to his.

He reacted immediately, gripping her arms, attempting to pull her hands away from him. "Go and sleep, wife. Don't test my patience," he warned sternly.

"Or else?" she challenged, standing on her tiptoes to press her lips firmly against his.

At first, he stiffened, but he didn't pull away. Encouraged, she gently tugged on his plump lower lip, earning a low groan from him. Her desire heightened, and she boldly thrust her tongue into his mouth, seeking a deeper connection.

His response was immediate and dominant, his warm tongue intertwining with hers. Sofia willingly submitted to his kiss, feeling the intensity of his passion. His hands found their way to her bare waist, his rough fingers gripping her soft skin, eliciting a gasp from her. Her touch ventured downward, tracing the defined muscles of his stomach through his dress shirt until she stopped near the waistband of his pants. She started to unbuckle his belt and pull the zipper down.

"Stop playing with fire, Sofia," he growled, catching her hand before it could touch his length.

"Why?! Are you scared?" Sofia smirked, enjoying teasing her angry husband. Oh, sweet Jesus! He was so hot when he was angry, she thought.

"I am scared that you couldn't handle me. Because I want to fuck you so hard, so rough, it would brand your mind and soul with my name," he mumbled through tight lips as he clenched his jaw.

"My mind, soul, heart, and body already belong to you, Leonardo Morelli," she professed. "Just fuck me!"

"Don't regret it later," he warned, his eyes glued to hers as he peered deeply into them.

His lips met hers urgently as he lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his muscular thighs. He slammed her against the nearest wall and kissed her hard.

out his massive and thick

as he began thrusting into

her to the

bottom touched the soft

clothes before he began pounding into her deeply and passionately. His hot mouth caught

my name louder. Let everyone know I am claiming my wife," he

came hard on his steely hard dick. He followed her orgasm and released his cum inside her. His face, covered with

Sofia and Leonardo lay intertwined on the bed, their bodies still tingling with pleasure as

gently caressing his handsome face, her eyes locked into his. He responded with a soft, affectionate smile, leaning in to kiss her forehead before pulling her close to his chest. Sofia had longed

she loved him deeply. Instead, he seemed to be holding back

Sofia felt the rise and fall of his heavy breathing. She sensed that he was grappling with something, hesitating to express his thoughts. Trailing her finger lightly on his bare torso, she drew soothing circles on his chest, attempting to offer

presence and lack of

say. It amused

stark contrast to his usual demeanor. Clearing her throat to grab his

prod him gently.

down at her with concern

response, conveying that

a doctor. I will ask Domenico to find the best

I am only pregnant. We can see any good doctor, and it will be fine," Sofia rolled her eyes

best for you," he insisted,

up at his face, she

angel?" he responded,

to share what's bothering

to playfully flick his nose against

said, his voice tinged with affection, and

by pecking his nose playfully, her eyes sparkling

inquired, eager to hear

moment... that you love me... I mean... you... don't need ...to say or... reciprocate

an unspoken reassurance passing between them. She raised

speak too much, and why do you think I wasn't serious when I told you that I.... love you," she