Mafia's Obsession

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Shortly after, a hotel staff member arrived at the pool area with towels. Luciano swiftly lifted Sophia out of the water as if she weighed nothing, then got out himself. He grabbed one of the towels and wrapped it around her, his fingers brushing lightly against her skin, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine. Then he grabbed another towel and draped it over his own shoulders, though it barely covered his large frame.
"Come with me," he said, holding out his hand.
Sophia looked at him, her heart still racing from everything that had just happened. She hesitated for a moment before placing her hand in his.
Luciano's gaze softened. "Do you want me to lift you?" he asked, his voice low and filled with concern.
"No," she said quickly, shaking her head. "I'm okay."
He gave a slight nod but didn't let go of her hand as they made their way through the lavish garden area. They entered the hotel through a back entrance, and Luciano led her to the VIP elevators, never letting go of her. The ride up was quiet, the tension between them palpable as they ascended to one of the presidential suites.
As soon as they entered the room, Luciano made a quick call in Italian. His voice was smooth but authoritative, and Sophia couldn't help but be mesmerized as she watched him. He hung up, then turned to her and began unbuttoning his drenched shirt, peeling it off his muscular frame. The fabric clung to his body like second skin, and as he removed it, Sophia's breath caught in her throat.
His chest and abs were sculpted, every muscle defined with perfect precision, veins bulging across his strong arms. His shoulders were broad and powerful, and the way his body moved was effortless, exuding strength. He was even more attractive than she had imagined, and the sight of him shirtless was doing things to her that she couldn't control.
Luciano caught her staring and smirked. "Dry clothes will be arriving shortly. Make yourself comfortable," he said while wiping his upper body with the towel, oblivious to the effect he had on her.
Sophia snapped out of her trance, her cheeks flushing. "Thanks," she muttered, looking away quickly. "I think I'm gonna take a shower."
She walked into the luxurious bathroom, which was the size of a small apartment. It had everything— a large bathtub, a jacuzzi, two spacious sinks, an attached toilet, and a separate shower cubicle that looked as big as her entire bedroom back home. She settled for the shower and stripped down, stepping into the cubicle. But as she looked around, she realized there were far too many knobs and buttons. Some controlled jets from the walls, others controlled the overhead rainfall. She twisted a knob, but icy cold water shot out from the ceiling, making her yelp in shock.
Frustrated and embarrassed, she quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself, sliding the door open just enough to pop her head out. "Umm, could I have some help? The shower's... a little confusing," she called out hesitantly.
Luciano looked up from his phone, clearly amused. "Sure," he said, walking towards her.
He stepped into the bathroom, his tall, powerful frame taking up more space than she had anticipated. He turned a few knobs, but one seemed stuck, and she instinctively stepped into the cubicle with him to show him which ones she had pressed. Suddenly, the stubborn knob gave way, and the overhead shower jets sprang to life, drenching both of them in a downpour of hot water.
Sophia gasped, her towel slipping slightly as she stood under the cascading water. Luciano turned around, his mouth open to apologize, but the moment his eyes met hers, everything else faded. Her lips were plump and wet, her eyes wide as she stared up at him, and his breath caught in his throat. She was close to him— too close— and he couldn't tear his eyes away.
Her hands slid up to his shoulders, her fingers brushing the firm, wet muscles there. "Luciano..." she whispered, but she didn't know what else to say. The heat between them was undeniable, and she was no longer thinking straight.
He didn't hesitate any longer. His hands found her waist, pulling her close as he crushed his lips against hers in a deep, hungry kiss. Sophia responded immediately, kissing him back with equal intensity, her hands moving to the back of his neck, pulling him even closer. The water continued to pour down over them, but neither of them noticed— or cared.
Luciano's grip on her waist tightened, his hands sliding lower as he lifted her effortlessly. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he kissed her harder, the heat between them growing with every second. He carried her out of the shower and into the bedroom, his lips never leaving hers. With her back pressed against the wall, she could feel every muscle in his body, solid and strong against her.
Luciano laid her down gently on the plush bed, the cool sheets contrasting with the heat between them. He trailed kisses down her neck, each one sending shivers through her entire body.