Owning the Mafia Don

Proserpina

I stared aghast at him and then felt myself go hot and then cold all over.

Anger raced through me.

After all these days, after all this time, was THAT the only thing he could find to say to me?

I had been waiting for my husband, and this was how he reacted?

The anger rose in me and I snapped,This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“Yes, I am sad, He is a loving friend.’

I glared at him, my mouth firm, unblinking in the face of his jealous anger.

“Little Woman…’ growled my husband, and I felt the anger in me melt a little, just a little.

Clenching and unclenching his fists, my lover stepped closer to me. I do not know what would have happened if Ria had not appeared.

Luckily, Ria rushed up to Lucien, a tiny squalling kitten in her hands.

“Look at what Phillippe found in the garden!’ she squealed. With a cold look at me, Lucien hunkered down to his daughter.

“It’s small…’ he murmured. And moved back swiftly as the kitten took a swipe at him. “And a fighter.’ He added.

And then, sending a look at me that made my knees quake, he said softly,

“Like your mother.’

Ria turned to look at me thoughtfully.

“Is that why Unca Brian calls you his kitten?’ she asked ingeniously, and my heart flipped as I saw the dark look on Lucien’s face.

He grunted and said in a low growl,

“Your Mumma…’ But his eyes were glittering as they met mine, and I felt the breath catch in my throat.

Lord, but I wanted this man! How much I loved him!

He looked at me, accurately reading my face, and his own gaze softened.

“Woman,” he breathed.

One of the men stepped up, his rifle at the ready.

“Boss, ‘ he spoke deferentially,

‘ Boss, could you go inside?’

I opened my mouth to ask questions about the increased security, but Lucien began to herd us inside. He kept a hand around my waist and growled,

“Inside, woman. Now.’

I pouted. I would not be treated like a slave.

Glaring at him, I parted my lips to ask him why there was such an urgency, we were safe, weren’t we?

And then, his head swooped to my upturned face.

His lips, firm and demanding, kissed me, hard and demandingly, and I felt my body go limp with desire. When he raised his head, he was breathing harshly but there was a look of triumph as he surveyed my swollen mouth.

When he placed his hand on the small of my back, I did not protest.

I obeyed, gathering Claude who was trying to chew grass now.

Beatrice was waiting, beaming on seeing Lucien. The old woman adored him.

Now she jabbed a finger at the dinner table and said to me,

“Chicken Potpie you made for him is coolin’ in the oven.’ And when Ria opened her mouth to protest,

“Honey, your Mumma made Mac n cheese for you too.’

I smiled. The kids loved it while Lucien relished the potpie.

Now he grunted and I saw his shoulders relax.

There was no sign of Sophie, he noted with a frown. What was that woman doing?

But turning, he said,

“I have some …uh…business with your mother.’

He nodded to Ria,

“it won’t take long.’

Indicating that I should give the rather annoyed baby to the maid, he gripped my arm and swept me out of the room. Heading to the corridor, he growled,

“Where is our bedroom, woman?’

I felt my face turn hot.

‘Lucien,’ I began but he pushed me against the wall and brought his mouth onto mine, forcefully, demanding. He rubbed his erection against me and then, raising his head and burying it in my neck, he growled,

“Do you want me to f*ck you here, in front of everyone?’

I blushed but pushed him away firmly,

“We need to talk…’ I began but he nipped my earlobe, and I whimpered.

He pushed open the nearest door and stepped in, dragging me.

‘Damn, but I want you,’ he growled, hoarsely, his voice full of a wretched longing. His hands were already tugging at the neck of my blouse as he sank his head to my full breasts.

“LUCIEN!’ I cried and managed to push him away.

His eyes glazed with lust, and he raised his head.

There was a two-day growth of beard on his jaw, making him look dangerous and hollow-cheeked. Older too. And the cloying odour of whiskey.

“Are you drinking again?’ I whispered as he squeezed my breast, gently.

‘ How are you doing, my little son?’ he growled, rubbing my belly, his hand moving over my breasts.

His lower body pinned me to the wall. We were in the bedroom I used during the day when I was working. It was on the ground floor and I knew we were destined to end up on the bed, very soon. His thick shaft was prodding into my softness, and I could feel the wetness pooling between my thighs.

He grunted, his hands going to my blouse again,

“Take it off ‘he growled, commandingly, and I obeyed, weak with longing.

As I unbuttoned it, he snarled,

“Hurry up woman. You need to take it out too,’

‘But I needed an explanation.

Stubbornly, I asked “Lucien,’ my hands’ stilling, why were you avoiding me?’

I looked into his harsh face,

“Why?’ I demanded.

His eyes flickered and an expression I could not read slid over his craggy features.

“I have something to tell you,’ he growled,’ but first, let me f*ck you, woman. I need to bury my c*ck in your sweet, wet pussy.’

He was tearing open my blouse and I knew he was desperate. An answering hunger was in me as well. I slid it off my shoulders and unhooked my front open bra, aware of the flush that rose in my body as his eyes devoured me.

“Ah…’ he grunted and forced my small hands to his hips. I fumbled as I took out his member, wet and heavy, as his mouth fused on mine, greedy and demanding, his hands stroking, pinching my sensitive nipples. I was naked in a matter of minutes and he grunted, commandingly.

“Kneel.’

I went down, kissing the precum on his erect c*ck, majestic in its fullness. The thick veins were prominent as he breathed harshly, a hand on my head,

“Just take it, woman,’ he growled. ‘I want to put my c*ck in your mouth before you take it in your wet c*nt.’

There was a coarse, unbridled passion in his voice.