Owning the Mafia Don

Lucien

The grey eyes gleamed and he had raised himself on an elbow, the powerful muscles of his arms expanding as he lowered his head to my earlobe, nibbling it, his tongue wandering over it.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

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‘Where exactly does it feel sore, woman?’ he growled and I could hear the smile in his voice as he took in my hardening nipples.

The muscles in my lower body constricted as he took my nipples in his mouth, one after the other, and sucked gently, grazing the stiff buds with his teeth and I moaned, gripping his head in my hands. My body was already coming awake to his skilful touch. His hand moved lower to my welcoming wetness and parting my legs obediently, I began to raise my hips as he toyed with me.

Supporting his head on his large hand, leaning on his elbow and kissing me, he continued to stroke and play with me, taking me over the edge and then mounted me swiftly, to plunge himself into me.

As he pumped his seed into me, he lowered his head and grunted, his tone hoarse with passion,

‘When you play dangerous games, my little slave, you get dangerous results.’

“Yes, Sir..! I am sorry, Master…’ I panted and he growled approvingly as I reached out to grip his powerful body even closer, digging my hands into his arms, and raking my nails down his back in my frenzy. His shaft thrust with more vigour and I could feel the coarse hairs around his member grazing my pussy, a sensation that only drove me wild.

‘I shall keep breeding you all the time, woman. You are like a bit*h in heat.’ he groaned as he came, spurting his cum into me as I sobbed his name.

I was too far gone to respond…

*

It was morning when we finally made it out of bed. Lucien had already arranged for breakfast when I emerged from the bath. He had left my bed earlier and was washed and dressed, and on the phone when I came out, wrapped in a large fluffy towel.

I ran my eyes over him lovingly; he was impeccably dressed as always. Today he was in a grey suit, the top buttons of his shirt open, exposing the throat and the chest I had kissed so fervently just a while earlier. My heart swelled with love for this man, older than me but the only man I had ever desired.

*

I turned away, hiding my face. Too much adulation could go to his head, I thought with a smile as I opened the wardrobe door.

Luckily, I had kept a couple of clothes to change into in case I was forced to stay the night here. Familiar now with Lucien and his penchant for ripping off my clothes when we were in the midst of making torrid love, I had wisely stacked a few sets of clothes for such emergencies.

As I pulled out my jeans and a large knitted top from the cupboard, I frowned slightly. The pile of clothes was not arranged the way I had left it earlier. I was a strict homemaker and I liked to arrange the clothes in a particular order. Years of living frugally, first at my aunt’s place as a person who was a burden on the family, then during my days in Bhutan, leading a Spartan existence; all of it had drilled some of the habits in me that I could never overcome.

Now I stood, listening with half an ear to Lucien as he swore and issued orders. But I was vaguely disturbed. An unfamiliar scent clung to my clothes too, not the perfume I used.

Had someone had access to my cupboard? I wondered, a feeling of unease growing in me. If so who? Why?

I knew the room was cleaned every day but this cupboard had just one key …or didn’t it?

Glancing at Lucien, I decided not to bother him with such a minor matter. He already had a whole lot on his plate! I would ask Danielle; she would know, I reasoned.

As I dressed, I overheard snatches of the conversation:

“…where the f*cking bas*ard is holed up…’

I winced. He had to be talking of Dmitri Rudenko. I sighed and stared at my reflection, gently patting my stomach. When would we get rid of that man and his vengeance? I asked myself wearily.

*

Sophie

Paddy had always been infuriating when he was in a Mood. But these days he was particularly infatuating, thought Sophie crossly. She had just returned from checking on her mother. The old woman was barely a skeleton now, wasted away but breathing because of the tubes that kept her on a ventilator, fed through tubes and therefore alive. Sophie had felt crushed as she sat there, holding the thin, bony hand.

The nurse who was on duty looked at her pityingly but said nothing. She knew it was foolish to insist on keeping the old woman alive in this artificial way. But somewhere in her heart, she thought, when Sondra returns, she can see Mom before I let her go forever…

*

When she got home, Paddy was in a bad mood. Throwing another tantrum, no less!

He wanted to go and meet the Delano children.

And of course, Proserpina.

The boy adored her and it only incensed Sophie even further. She had threatened to shut him in a dark cupboard. It was not the right way to deal with a child but on some days, she was too tired to think straight.

She sighed and shut out the sounds of the little boy who was sobbing loudly from the other side of the door. Having lost her patience, she had locked him in the tiny bedroom.

Her life was a blo*dy mess. She rested her head on her palms and tried not to cry.

Her phone pinged. A message had landed on it.

Curious and apprehensive, she checked it. She dreaded receiving messages from Worthington. It made her hate herself for what she was doing …

*

It was from an unfamiliar number.

Frowning, she opened it. Not from the bank or the hospital, surely? She had managed to pay off all the loans she had taken. And Lucien f*cking Delano had seen to it that her major debts were cleared. All because of his f*cking magnanimous wife, of course, she thought, her lips twisting in resentment.

*

The message was from the young man she had met last evening.

John? Joseph?

Yes, Jose.

He wanted to know if she would like to come for breakfast. She crinkled her nose as she glanced at the time. It was ten in the morning and she only had tea and toast to offer Paddy. She hated cooking!

Why was he being so nice? She thought and then shrugged her shoulders, A free breakfast was always welcome. It would do Paddy good to indulge in a large, hearty meal too; put him in a better frame of mind. And she could do with a break too.

Smiling, she set a reply signalling her agreement.

Jose Evans responded immediately. He gave her the details of a diner close by and she hurried to get Paddy chan