Owning the Mafia Don

Lucien

The drive to the lake house had been a silent one after that. Proserpina had retreated into a shell, responding when her children spoke, replying to him in monosyllables.

It was soon apparent to everyone that there was trouble between them.

It continued through the afternoon, into the dinner when she went about, a dull spectre of herself. Lucien was first angry and then exasperated. He did not know how to deal with this. He had seen her crying, had seen her angry.

But this was different. It was as though she had shut herself off from him and he found he wanted in. Desperately. They had planned to leave on the third day and he was damned if he was going to sleep alone without her responding to him.

But he knew he was feeling guilty over the way he had spoken to her.

When he looked for her after dinner, when they usually sat together with the children, she was missing.

“Where’s your mother?’ he growled at his daughter. She gave him an arch look, reminding himself of his reflection in the mirror.

“You made Mumma unhappy, Pappa, ‘ she said, giving him a reproachful look.

“Where is she?’ he snapped.

Ria shook her head and turned to her twin.

“I don’t know, Pappa.’ She said in a small voice.

He scowled and looked up to meet Beatrice’s accusing look.

“Where is my Woman?’ he snapped at her.

The old woman was not one to be intimidated by him.

She glared and answered, “Last I saw, she was heading to the lake. You got her upset and she was so looking forward to this trip, poor chile.’

Muttering under her breath, she moved away.

He swore and stalked off, flinging open the door leading to the porch and heading to the lakeside.

His men were prowling about but it was still not safe and he was torn between being furious with her and anxious for her safety.

***

Proserpina

I sat by the lake, admiring the moonlight shimmering on the water. It was beautiful and incredibly romantic. Resting my chin on my knees, I sighed.

And jumped when Lucien’s voice snarled, from behind me.

“What the F*ck are you doing here, woman?’

He gripped my arms and hauled me to my feet, unceremoniously.

One of his men stood a little away, looking around uneasily, his gun in his hands.

Pulling me to his chest, he made to enfold me in his arms.

But I was not ready to be a yoyo.

I struggled and pushed him away, furious.

‘No, Lucien. ‘ I hissed fiercely,” Stop it. I am not a doll for you to caress when you want and to treat like a …a dishcloth when it suits you.’

He looked into my eyes. My voice had come out louder than I had intended and the hurt I had been struggling with all day was apparent. Biting my lower lip to prevent myself from dissolving into tears, I hugged my waist, a hand going unconsciously to my stomach.

His eyes followed the movement of my hands.

He stood silently, watching me.

The silver moonlight fell on his grey hair, the lines on his face looking more pronounced. He looked old, but I still craved him.

He would be growing older, closer to fifty, in a month, I thought with a pang.

I knew he was the way he was and I accepted him. But I needed to make him aware that he could not hurt me and then expect me to melt in his arms. Though I wanted so badly to do just that.

Rubbing my upper arms, I stood, looking up at him mutinously.

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Lucien

She looked beautiful in her short summer dress and he wanted to take her in his arms and kiss the hurt away. The soft mouth was trembling and he hated himself for having caused her so much of anguish.

They stood looking at each other for a while. The security man coughed uneasily and Lucien took a decision.

He said hoarsely,

‘Come inside woman…’ And then, as she continued to hold out, her eyes gleaming with hurt and unshed tears, he went on, growling,

‘I…I should not have …’

He stopped.

Lucien Delano did not do apologies.

Proserpina sank to the grass. She knew he was finding this hard.

Without looking at him, she said in a soft voice,

‘Lucien, you hurt me. I was so looking forward to this trip… ‘

Her voice broke but she said nothing further.

He stared at the little woman at his feet.

In a hoarse voice, he said,

‘Come inside Woman. We need you…I need you…’

Proserpina stiffened.

The pleading in his voice broke her.

She looked up at him, the moonlight bathing her features.

Slowly she stood up, taking in the tortured look on his face.

She moved closer, standing so that her breasts were brushing against his chest.

“I want you to do something for me.’ She whispered.

He took her in his arms but she pushed at his chest, resisting.

“No. Tonight.’ She said carefully.

He grunted and brought his mouth on hers, kissing her possessively.

They went back to the house hand in hand, the three men who had stood close by following them guardedly.

***

Later that night, he entered the bedroom, the only room on the first floor and stopped in the doorway. The room was in darkness. He frowned. He knew his wife had come upstairs after settling the kids in bed. She had looked in on him as she sat sending mails and checking up on his various business projects around the work. Dimpling, she had reminded him no to be too late for bed. Words that had made him hard almost at once.

“Where was she?’ he wondered and became aware of a fragrance.

Flowers? Perfume?

He stepped inside warily and shut the door, his hand going to the light switches.

Suddenly, she was beside him and he knew she was not fully clothed. From the dim light of the moon that filtered into the room, he saw her lacy lingerie and took a harsh breath.

Surprise engulfed him; she was in her bra and a pair of silky panties. A new set of lingerie, he thought, his interest growing, black lace, outlining and lovingly cupping her large breasts.

Grunting, he pulled her soft body to him and made to kiss her thoroughly.

‘No Lucien my love,’ she whispered teasingly.

“You are going to lie down on the bed and let me undress you.’

He felt his c*ck harden.

He let her lead him to the bed, marvelling at her winsome body, the full breasts teasing him through the lace bra, thick nipple s standing to attention.

F*ck, how he longed to suck and bite those prominent rosy nubs..

“Is this new?’ he asked hoarsely.

She dimpled and nodded. In the dim light, he saw that the bed was made but something was off.

He frowned but she was already unbuttoning his shirt, kissing his chest and he gripped her shoulders.

‘Woman…’ he groaned as she knelt to take off his corduroy trousers.

She gently kissed his c*ck, the wet drop of pre-cum on his boxers proclaiming his lust, swirling her tongue around his hard member invitingly..

She took his hand and led him to the bed. And then as he made to grab her, she stepped away, smiling.