Owning the Mafia Don

Proserpina

When I came awake, it was to a sense of peace and tranquillity.

I became aware of my little daughter’s face pressed into my pillow, her small rosebud mouth parted slightly and I yearned to lean forward and kiss her softly rounded cheeks. The twins will be joining the school in a month, I thought wistfully, wanting to keep them with me for a longer time, to protect them from the world and its cruelty.

What were they doing here, my two eldest children, I thought fondly, kissing Ria lightly.

And slowly everything came flooding back; Sophie and her attempt to kill us, the fury of Lucien and then, the nightmare I had had, the constant one of being back in the clutches of Dmitri Rudenko…and Oleg…This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“What are you thinking of?’ growled a familiar voice and I realised that I was lying, spoon fashion, my body moulded to Lucien’s. His heavy wrist with the crisp curling dark hairs, lay across my waist, the hard wood of his shaft digging into my soft a*se and I shuddered as a wave of desire shot through me. Immediately, he turned me to face him, his expression grim.

“Are you alright?’ he asked, his tone hoarse with concern, eyes narrowed.

I smiled tentatively.

“Yes,’ I nodded, as I spoke softly, ‘I am…now…’

I pushed his hand off and walked to the bathroom, aware that his troubled gaze was on me.

***

Later, I stood under the shower, the hot spray making me feel better. We had a king-size bathtub to the side of the large bathroom, on a mounted platform. It looked out on a small walled garden, on the terrace but I only ever felt comfortable in it when my lover was behind me, his arms cupped around me. Suddenly two large hands planted themselves on the wall on either side of me and I almost jumped.

Lucien’s growled, his breath hot on my neck as he lowered his head greedily and then his teeth sank into my neck, sucking and then biting. I whimpered as a sudden rush of desire shot through me. He took my heavy breasts in his hands, grunting as they spilt out of his large hands. With an oath, he pressed his large, throbbing cock against my back, making me aware of his arousal.

“Touch me.” he commanded hoarsely. “I said, take my c*ck in your pretty little hands, woman.”

I turned to him and pushed at his chest fiercely, the hirsute chest covered with droplets of water. His flat nipples stood out, hard.

I wanted him too but after what he had said to me yesterday, I did not want to give in to my pleasure (and his) so easily.

“No!” I said fiercely, pouting. He stared at me, the water trickling down his hard features.

“Ah, woman,” he sighed, bending his head to nibble at my lips, “I said something that I should not have.” And then he kissed me hard, pressing me against the wet tiles. Holding me prisoner.

“Forgive me…” the words seemed to be forced out of his throat and I pushed at him again, unable to believe what I had heard.

Had I imagined it?

Had my proud lover and the feared Mob Boss, Lucien Delano, just apologised to me?

He met my eyes, his face solemn.

“I was worried. I thought I had lost you,” he said, gaze steady on me.

I believed him.

Reaching down, I stroked his c*ck. then, turning off the water, I pushed him a little away from the wet shower cubicle. Kneeling down on the soft, fluffy floor mat, I looked into his eyes as I took his thick member in my hands, lovingly circling the purple head with my tongue.

He groaned loudly, like a tortured animal, eyes wild and grey like storm clouds.

“Ah, woman,” he growled, his voice hoarse with passion,” I have …”

I licked the length of his member, playing with his heavy sac, nipping at it gently and heard him grunt.

Lightly, I bit the tip of his mushroom head and he gasped a primal sound.

“If you keep playing with me, woman…” he snarled, gripping a fistful of my wet hair, forcing me to look at him. I dimpled and leisurely licked my lips, seeing the strain on his white face.

“Mmmmm…” I said softly, knowing I had him at the edge of his control.

His eyes narrowed as he saw I was teasing him. Cruelly, tilting my head up, he rubbed his wet co*ck against my mouth,

“Just suck me off, little one or I might…” he gritted through his teeth.

I giggled and decided to put him out of his misery, there was such an unspeakable sense of power at having this terrifying Mob Boss figuratively on his knees before me, begging me to satisfy him.

“Yes, Master,” I simpered silkily and he groaned.

“Woman, I shall punish you, I swear, when you are on your back, under me.” The memory of how he could drive me crazy when he wanted to so do, made me blush and I quickly lowered my head to take his thick member into my warm and willing mouth: his shaft was leaking pre cum. I drew him into my mouth, humming softly and he groaned the sound of a man who was at the end of his tether.

He began to move, almost like a man possessed.

I knew that he could make me gag but I took him in, feeling his thick c*ck hit the back of my throat. I was whimpering now with longing as he thrust harshly, his eyes on me. Suddenly, just as he was about to come, he pulled out and the ropes of thick cum splashed onto my breasts, my throat and my face. I stared up at him wordlessly as he pulled me to my feet. With a thick finger, he smeared his cum on my body, his mouth fused with mine.

Raising his head, he panted, ” MINE. You are MINE. ”

I leaned into his body as he picked me up and placed me in the tub, he washed both of us again, lingering and touching me gently.