Owning the Mafia Don

Lucien

He had had enough. He had been unable to tear his eyes off his wife as she spoke animatedly and laughed with the young men with Aiyana. The youths in question had not been able to look anywhere else, either, he thought furiously, his hand tightening around the stem of his glass as he watched her, his hand in his pocket.

“Ah, such a little thing… Did you pick her up from school?’ sighed someone close by and he turned to meet the eyes of Tara Winston, the woman who was Brad Winston’s aunt. She had had a twin sister who had been Lucien’s lover for a while. He vaguely remembered having f*cked both of them together on some occasions when Shark had been alive.

Of course, it had been Shark’s idea. . Looking back, he knew that the fellow had simply fed Lucien women to use and discard.

But once Proserpina came into his life, he knew he felt something more than lust for her. True, her divine body made him want to f*ck her and never stop. But along with it, there was a deep desire to protect her, to see the dimpled smile break across her face. When she gazed at him, adoringly, he wanted to keep her away from the world. Yes, this, he thought, was what it was to love a woman. And for Lucien Delano, it was a first-time experience.

*

Now he looked at Tara Winston, narrow-eyed. Both the sisters had been married to the media mogul, Tyson Winston, at some point of time, one after the other. They had found it hilarious to retain the unfortunate man’s name even after the divorce.

She was blonde; perfect in features like her sister and he knew that the surgical work on their faces was also responsible for the youthfulness on the faces of the women.

Once, the sisters had told him they had Scandinavian blood in them. Lucien had merely replied that he probably had too many races mixed up in his genes to know or care; his mother, he had said drily, had been a wh*re. It had stopped the ladies and shut them up at once though that had made them simper, uncertainly.

He came back to the present, taking his eyes off his woman, whose delectable back was to him, her curvy a*s, round and inviting. He noticed the Senator approach her but he kept his hands off her this time. Proserpina smiled at him graciously but she had made her point: she belonged to Lucien Delano. Sensing his steely gaze on her, she turned to dimple at him, teasing him, the seductress, he thought fiercely.

The woman standing before him was unperturbed by his lack of interest in her. She had wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his head down before he could stop her. He was aware fleetingly of his Woman glaring at him from across the room, her brown eyes flashing.

It was time to make the little temptress endure what he was going through, he thought and allowed the woman to kiss him passionately. But when she stepped closer, pressing herself to him, displaying her skinny chest and rail-thin body, he could not feel any kind of desire.

“Long time, darling,’ she purred and came closer again,’ We were so good in bed, together…maybe you would like to dominate me again…in bed…’

Disgust rose in him like bile. Smacking her lightly on her skinny a*s, he said indifferently, as he pushed her away,

‘Run along and find yourself some playmates, Tara.’

The men beside him chortled and he saw Tara’s face tighten.

As she turned away, she fired a salvo, her face suffused with colour, fierce and ugly.

‘She’s luscious, your wife but a little too young for you, maybe inexperienced too, don’t you think? What’s gonna happen when she grows tired of you, old man? Don’t even think of coming to me, you sw*ne.’

And she stalked off.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

*

Furious with her for making him feel jealous, Lucien glared at his wife. She had turned away but even as he watched, she reached her hand out to gesticulate about some point she was making. The man moved a step closer and Proserpina moved back, stumbling, only to have the man grab her arm and support her. He had had enough…

With a crass oath, he thrust his tumbler of whiskey at a man hovering close by and strode across the room to his Woman, gripping her waist.

She turned startled brown eyes to him but in a clipped voice, eh growled,

“We’re leaving now, Woman.”

Proserpina

We rode up in relative silence, a silence charged with emotion, thick enough for one to slice through it. Lucien’s grey eyes were like chips of steel, cold and merciless and I felt a fluttering in my belly.

I avoided meeting his eyes; he frightened me. Nervously, I licked my lips.

Had I pushed him too far?

I slanted him a look and then stood, my head bowed as we went to the top floor. He gripped my arm, tightly as we stepped out and the guards carried out a thorough check before we could enter.

*

He nodded to them tersely and then moved away as he pulled me into the bedroom and slammed the door shut. Even before I could open my mouth, he had taken my head in his hand, gripping a fistful of my hair as he kissed me roughly, one hand ripping the zipper, his hand going to my soft a*s cheeks, squeezing harshly.

Panting I pushed him away as he crowded me in, his body hard and unyielding, pressing into me.

“Lucien…” I whispered but he brought his mouth down to mine again, biting my lower lip as I whimpered.

His hands, coarse and leathery, hard and strong, tore the gown and I sighed inwardly.

Another one torn in his lust-filled frenzy.

*

He tore it off my body, like a hungry savage beast and I trembled in longing as I stood before him, exposed and naked. My panties were the only item of clothing I had on and he ripped them off, bunching them into a ball and tossing them away.

“You..’ he growled thickly, eyes devouring me. He bent his head, sucking my breast before biting the fleshy mound as I closed my eyes and mewled, my lips parting with the need to hold him…

“You know what this means?’ he murmured hoarsely, his lips moving over my neck, and I moaned as he bit my earlobe. He tugged at the chain, pulling me to him. I placed my hands on the fine material of his jacket, ‘You have been tempting me and playing with me little slave. For too long.’

I nodded, unable to speak. My sex was wet and leaking with my desire. I knew he could smell my arousal.

Bending his head, his mouth trailed over my neck, biting, sucking and I writhed now, longing for him to take me.

“Say it…’ he twisted my nipple urgently and I moaned,

“I belong to you…’ I said as an idea began to form in my head.

“But you still need to ask me before you claim me,’ I panted, kissing him, as his hands moved to my core.

He stilled.

I gently flicked his fly, feeling the hardness of his large member. He groaned.

‘Yes, my love,’ I murmured against his mouth,

“I am yours, all yours and only yours.’

And I stepped back, aware of the power I was exerting as he continued to stand, drinking in the sight of my naked body; I touched the slight swell of my rounded stomach and whispered, this,

“This is yours…But I want something in return too…”

Narrow-eyed he stood, his arms on either side of my head, bracing himself against the wall.

I began to unbutton his shirt, stroking his muscular body,

‘You have to ask me…to seduce me. Not behave like a caveman and force yourself on me.’

‘Am I forcing myself on you, little one?’ he asked silkily as I moved my hand down, unbuttoning his fiercely tented fly. I slid to my knees before him and tilting my head up to look at him, I gently extricated his thick shaft.

He was breathing heavily, his c*ck rearing, dripping, and kneeling before him, I lovingly licked the thick head, murmuring.

He groaned,

‘Just s*ck it…’ he groaned.

I stopped and looked at him.

He groaned loudly,

“F*ck, ‘ he roared in exasperation as I continued to tease him, licking and tantalizing him, refusing to suck him.

‘Please…: he grunted, hoarsely, beside himself with want.

I dimpled at him triumphantly, rubbing the head of his thick c*ck against my full breasts, as he grunted in need.

‘

‘I OWN you.’ I said sweetly.

‘I own you, Lucien Delano.’