Page 18 of Boss of Brooklyn

“There,” she says, offering me a taste. “Try that.”

The flavors explode on my tongue – familiar, yet enhanced. It's like she's taken everything I love about my family's recipe and made it even better. Just like she's done with my life.

“It's perfect,” I say, and we both know I'm not just talking about the sauce.

Sofia smiles, leaning into me. “So,” she says, “want to help me finish this marinara? I think we have a restaurant to open.”

I wrap my arm around her, marveling at how perfectly she fits against me. “I thought you'd never ask.”

Later, as we sit at one of the tables, sharing a bottle of wine and the fruits of our labor, Sofia turns to me with a serious expression.

“Luca,” she says, taking my hand. “No one has ever done anything like this for me. How can I ever thank you?”

“Marry me.”

Her eyes go wide, her mouth dropping open. “What?”

I get down on one knee, pulling a small blue box out of my pocket. Sofia gasps when I open it, revealing the diamond ring I purchased for her weeks ago.

“Sofia, I know you just got back. But I can’t wait another minute. I’ve been in love with you since the first moment I saw you, and I want you to be my wife with every fiber of my being. Would you ever consider one day-”

“Yes!” Sofia wraps her arms around my neck and I stand, pulling her off her feet and grabbing her ass so that her legs wrap around my waist. “Yes, Luca Del Toro, I will marry you!”

The second the word “yes” leaves her lips, I can’t hold back. Her arms cling to my neck, and I slam my mouth over hers, kissing her like she’s already mine—because she is.

Sofia's moan vibrates against my lips, and I carry her across the empty restaurant, my heart hammering in my chest. The place still smells like fresh paint and new beginnings, but all I can think about is her—how she just promised herself to me forever.

I set her down on the counter, sliding my hands up her thighs, and she shivers beneath my touch. Her dress hikes up as I push her legs apart, my fingers already hooked under her panties. Without a second thought, I tear the lace off her, the fabric ripping in my fist. She gasps, her eyes wide with shock and desire, but I’m not stopping.

“Luca,” she breathes, her voice shaky, needy.

I claim her mouth again, my hands roaming up her body, pulling the top of her dress down to expose her breasts. The second her bra falls away, I pause just to take her in—her perfect, soft curves begging for my attention.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” I groan, lowering my mouth to her breasts. I kiss, lick, and suck, worshiping her with every inch of my mouth. She moans, arching her back, her nipples hardening against my tongue as I feast on her like she’s the finest meal I’ve ever had.

Her hands are in my hair, tugging, pulling me closer, but I’m not finished. Not even close.

I slide her to the edge of the counter, kneeling between her legs. My hands grip her thighs, spreading them wide, and I look up at her, possessiveness burning through me.

“You’re mine, Sofia,” I growl, the words a promise and a claim all in one.

Before she can respond, I bury my face between her legs, tasting her, licking her, making her body writhe. She’s already soaking wet for me, her flavor addictive, and the way she moans and gasps, clutching the edge of the counter—it drives me wild.

I work her over with my tongue, relentless, until her breathing turns ragged, her thighs trembling around my head. She’s close—so close. I flick my tongue faster, harder, until she shudders, crying out my name as her orgasm slams through her.

I stand up, wiping my mouth, feeling my cock straining against my pants. I yank it free, gripping her thighs to pull her closer to the edge. Her chest is heaving, her body still quivering from her release, but I need more. I need to be inside her.

“You belong to me, baby,” I say, my voice dark with need. “And I’m never letting you go.”

With one hard thrust, I slam into her, and she cries out, her head falling back. She’s so tight, so wet, gripping me like she was made for me. I grab her hips, holding her in place as I start to move, each thrust deep and punishing. She whimpers, her nails digging into my shoulders, her legs wrapped around me as I take her hard and fast.

“Luca... oh God...”

Her voice is breathless, full of raw pleasure, and I can feel her getting closer again, her body tightening around me. I’m so deep inside her, every thrust sending shocks through her, through me.

But I’m not done yet.

I pull out, watching her lips part in confusion before I grab her waist, lifting her off the counter. I spin her around, pressingher chest down against the surface, her ass pushed back toward me. In one swift motion, I yank her dress up over her hips, exposing her to me again.

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