Married to Mafia Boss novel Chapter 31

Chapter 31

Aria’s POV

Marco’s knife skills as he cut the steak were nothing short of artistic.

His movements were precise and elegant, captivating my attention.

Hissi

Under the table, Marco gently hooked his leg around mine.

I jolted, nearly dropping my fork.

The piece of steak still in my mouth almost choked me.

Fighting back a cough–I didn’t want to embarrass myself in front of Marco–1 quickly stood up and excused myself to the restroom.

To my surprise, Marco followed me into the private bathroom suite. As soon as he entered, two black–suited bodyguards promptly positioned themselves outside the door.

“Marco, this is the ladies‘ room!” I said with a flushed face, trying to push him away.

“Don’t worry, there’s no one else here!” Marco began unbuckling his belt.

“After you, Marco.” I quickly opened one of the bathroom stall doors and gestured for him to enter.

Snap!

Before I could react, Marco pulled me inside.

Click!

The latch locked into place.

Marco lifted me onto his lap, his hands caressing my black stockings.,

“Did you wear these for me today?”

Sitting on his lap, I could feel the change in a certain part of his body.

“It’s cold these days. Can’t I wear stockings to keep warm?”

ran my fingertips lightly across Marco’s heaving chest, my cheeks burning as I looked at him.

Of course I knew Marco’s preferences–he loved me in stockings, and he loved tearing them apart even more.

Every time we reached climax, Marco liked to lift my legs with their torn stockings, watching me come undone beneath him.

‘Marco, no… we’re in a restaurant. You should calm down,” I softly urged, suppressing my own desire.

“Today it’s just you and me here!”

Marco slipped a hand between my legs, preventing me from closing them, causing me to tremble.

With a ripping sound, my stockings tore as he lifted me up and then brought me down hard.

After entering me, Marco thrust wildly, giving me no chance to catch my breath.

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The bathroom was to small; we maintained the same position. And were coon covered in event:

Marco’s breathing grew heavy as he roughly pulled open my blouse, his hands forcefully kneading my breasts before taking are impola sata ke se

Alia, be good, you move this time.

After what seemed like forever, Marco made a phone call.

Soon, a female server brought in two sets of brand new clothes.

When we returned to the restaurant properly dressed, I clearly felt countless eyes on me.

“This is all your fault, Marco!” I clung to his arm, burying my flushed face deep in his chest.

Dinner continued, and I found myself reaching for my wine glass more frequently than usual.

The rich, smooth liquid went down easily, bringing a flush to my cheeks and loosening my inhibitions somewhat.

“Marco,” I said, leaning in slightly, “thank you for this romantic dinner. I haven’t felt this relaxed in a long time…”

He regarded me with those unfathomable eyes. “Are you full?”

I blinked, nodded, then glanced mischievously at his lower body: “What about you? Are you satisfied?”

“Come here,” he commanded.

I hesitated for a moment before slowly moving closer to him.

He pulled me into his arms, his left hand unexpectedly cradling the back of my neck until our lips met.

Unlike our kiss in the car, this one wasn’t gentle at all–it was pure, raw possession.

His lips claimed mine completely, leaving

me breathless.

His tongue sought entrance, and when I gasped for air, it seized the opportunity to thoroughly explore my mouth.

We were at the top floor restaurant of Sky Tower!

Usually, there would be hundreds of people here at any given time.

But now, the privacy of the empty restaurant only intensified the excitement and thrill coursing through me.

Marco deepened his kiss, his hand sliding from my neck to tangle in my hair.

When he finally pulled away after what seemed like an eternity, my lips were swollen.

Marco’s breathing had quickened too. He caressed my lower lip with his thumb, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

“Alia,” he said softly, “you’re part of the Vittorio family now.”

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My cheeks burned–I understood what this meant. Was he planning to take me to meet his parents at the Vittorio estate?

God help me, what should I do now?

The drive back to Casa Nova was quiet, but sitting in the passenger seat, I couldn’t help wondering if I needed to buy more stockings.

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I kept stealing glances at Marco while thinking to myself: 123321, now that I have my own money, I’m going to buy a whole closet full of stockings when I get home!

I still have one pair with lace trim left. Should I wear those tonight? Or would that seem too obvious, ton rager?

Click.

Marce rolled down the window, letting in the cool, damp sea breeze of the evening, interrupting my nervous thoughts.

‘Marco, I turned away from the window, “that’s Star Tide Bay. Could we stop for a bit?”

He glanced at me, raising one eyebrow slightly. “Stop? Now?”

‘I’d like to walk along the shore and see the ocean under the night sky.”

Marco studied me for a moment, then directed the driver to change course.

Ten minutes later, we pulled up beside the shoreline of Star Tide Bay, bathed in moonlight.

As I was about to get out, Marco’s hand caught mine.

“Wait. He reached into the back seat and pulled out a large black coat, personally draping it over my shoulders.

“It’s colder by the sea than you might think.”

I was touched by his thoughtfulness.

On the shore of Star Tide Bay, the night air was filled with the scent of salt and distant flowers.

Our hands held tightly together, giving me a sense of security.

The wine from dinner still warmed my blood, making even the stars in the sky seem softer.

“What are you thinking about?” Marco asked.

The rhythmic sound of waves gently lapping against the shore couldn’t compete with the allure of Marco’s voice.

I tilted my head, “Maybe… I’m just daydreaming.”

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