Owning the Mafia Don

Lucien

Later he cradled her in his arms, holding her to his chest as she lay, spent and panting, her lovely body worn out from his fierce possession of her His c*ck reared again, he wanted to take her, all day long, if he could, but was not possible. She raised her face and he bent to kiss her. She whimpered, he had bitten her lip and it was plump and red.

But the sight of the marks he had left on her full breasts, the firm nipples still erect and begging for more as he gazed at them lewdly, all of it made him want to slake his lust on her again. And after all, she had come to him, had she not? he thought his passion growing again.

With a grunt, he rolled her onto her stomach and she moaned as she knew he was going to take her again, this time, from the back. He slipped his hand to her breasts, kneading and rolling her nipples as she mewled in want, while he prepared her for his onslaught, playing with her clit and teasing her.

Paying her for teasing him.

She spread her legs, quivering as he toyed with her. By now, she was begging for release as the emotions swelled up in her and her body began to shake, helpless under his practised, experienced touch. But he played her, cruelly, repeatedly pushing the tip of his thick, dripping wet mushroom head to her opening but not entering her even as she cried out, imploringly,

“Please, Lucien, please…!!!”

. Then all of a sudden he entered her wet opening again, grunting in satisfaction even as she squealed with the sudden, forceful thrust.

He gripped her hair and he rode her, growling as he bent over her naked, suppliant body, as she cried out “You are like a bit*h in heat, woman. So I am taking you like a bit*h is f*cked …’

They had landed on the floor at some time during this passionate, primitive lovemaking and she was kneeling against the couch, her head bowed, arms wildly scrabbling to grab the sides to stay in position while he rode her hard. He reached across and pinched her nipples hard relishing the tormented sound she made, knowing that her need for him was as great as his was.

The squelching sound of her wet juices, the ringing slap of his balls hitting her inner thighs and their laboured breathing filled the air.

Proserpina kept coming over and over again, sobbing his name as she came and a part of him, the sane part, warned him that she could be exhausted if he kept this up. But his physical need was too great to be controlled and he had held himself back for too long, had abstained from making love to the only woman he wanted under him, for so many days, nay, months, he knew he could not stop himself.

As she shuddered again, his name on her lips, he felt the tightening of his balls; he was going to explode in her, massively. He had been holding himself back for too long now.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Suddenly, with a low rumble, he sank his teeth into her shoulder, alternately sucking and then he was lost, a white blinding flash of heat in his brain at the same time as he exploded, aware that she was crying out beneath him as she came, over and over again.

***

Proserpina

When I came to, it was to the urgent sound of Lucien calling my name.

I blinked and opened my eyes reluctantly. And found myself looking into his grey, wan face. He looked drained and scared.

“Woman, woman,’ he groaned, half in anger, “Are you alright?’

I slowly stretched my arms and smiled. My body felt sore, so very sore and tender in a particular spot. But otherwise, although I felt exhausted, I was alright. In fact, I felt comfortably sated.

Blinking wearily, I forced my eyes open. He was holding me in his arms, cupping my face, his grey eyes anxious.

“Are you okay, woman?’ he queried hoarsely and I dimpled at him.’ You drove me crazy with your teasing and tempting, with this body…’ he lowered his head and gently kissed me.

“Give me a few minutes,’ I whispered, ‘and then we can go on again, maybe once more…”

He stared at me and then swore loudly for a long time. I winced.

“I am going to tie you down, woman, and you will only wear sackcloth. No taunting me and tempting me in that stuff,’ he said gruffly, eyes glowing with heat.

Regretfully, I looked across to the remains of my camisole. It was in shreds.

I sighed.

“You need to get me a new one, Boss.’ I said, stroking his gaunt cheeks and teasing him. I ran a finger across his mouth and he suddenly bit down hard on my finger. I yelped.

My hand slid down to capture his member but he gripped my wrist, pressing it against his hirsute chest.

“Stop the f*ck, woman.’ he said, in the voice of a man who was sorely tested.

I giggled and pushed him away. I had babies to feed, my breasts felt tender and used. Blushing, I indicated my robe.

‘Let me go upstairs and bathe now, Lucien.’ I said teasing him. He stood up, having tugged on his pants and his shirt.

“I shall come with you.’ he growled and lifted me to my feet. I almost fell, my legs felt shaky and he laughed a rough sound.

‘The next time you play tease, wife, ‘he said arrogantly, running a finger down my throat, to capture and tug at my pendant, “make sure you can handle me.’

‘Yes, Master,’ I said demurely and he made an exasperated sound.

I reached up and kissed him, and he returned the kiss, hard and longingly.

As I made to leave, the phone rang. and as he crossed over to pick it up he grunted in a deep voice,

‘They are lucky. I would not have stopped f*cking you for any call.’

I blushed at his words and watched as he stepped to the desk, his broad shoulders stiffening as he saw the caller id.

I watched in alarm.

“Yes,’ he growled.

And then, ‘Good.’ he said, turning to look at me.

‘What is it? ‘I asked, afraid to ask. Was he leaving now?

He smiled reassuringly, coming closer and bending his head to my face.

‘Lord’s woman. Tristan Lord’s woman. They found her.”