Owning the Mafia Don

Proserpina

I was aching to see my little ones, Ria, Piers, and Claude and introduce them to the babies. Ria had already decided that they would be choosing the names of the little ones. THEY meant, of course, herself. Piers was overruled when he came up with what she called ‘stuffy sounding’ names.

Danielle and Aiyana had been to see me the previous afternoon. They were leaving and they had come to say goodbye.

As Aiyana, whose arm was still in a sling, stepped to me, she said quietly,

‘You need to forgive Delano.’

As I raised my eyebrows and looked at her, she said, controlled and dispassionate as ever,

“He’s a great fighter and a tough Boss. But he’s hurting now.”

Danielle took up the thread of the conversation, and continued,” And Schwartz was to blame, you know; him and his flirty ways.”

And seeing the mutinous expression on my face, the ever loyal Danielle growled,

“Kid, that man of yours loves you. Seriously.”

She sighed and groped for a cigar, then remembered she could not smoke here. Scowling, she slapped her thigh and went on,

“And he’s talking of going after Dmitri, going into his heartland in Europe, to smoke him out.”

I stared at her, my breath coming faster.

No, I thought, my hand going to my throat. No.

I could not bear to think of him walking into Dmitri’s traps. The man was diabolical. Lucien was a fighter, straight and upfront. He would not be a match for the evil man who would do anything to destroy my lover.

I might have been furious with him but I knew him well enough. He was contrite, I knew that.

But his ego and his basic nature prevented him from coming to me and apologising for what he had said.

I sighed.

I knew what I had to do.

***

It was the afternoon when we were preparing to fly out.

Lucien came into the room when I was having my long hair brushed by the nurse. I was feeding my little daughter and had been blissfully unaware that he had entered. My eyes were shut as I lay back on the pillows, thinking of my children, and cuddling my little girl.

We were scheduled to leave in three hours’ time.

I suddenly sensed a strangeness in the way the young nurse was brushing my hair; in a rather jerky way.

My eyes flew open. Lucien was standing a few feet away, his eyes on me, hungry and hot.

I blushed. I knew what he was thinking and I felt my face become warm.

***

Lucien

It had been days since she glanced his way. Like some queen, he thought, she had refused to acknowledge him at all. She merely pouted her pretty full mouth and turned away, giving him a tantalising view of her curvaceous body, the full hips and large breasts outlined against the thin nightgown she wore. It was a bland, dull blue hospital-issued gown but she made it look better than a sexy transparent negligee, he thought his c*ck raging to plunge into her wetness again as she lay there defiantly.

So the sight of her lying there now, her clean and freshly washed hair being brushed by a nurse, Proserpina’s soft features smiling in some remembered memory, made him want to stride across and capture her mouth. To make her beg to be taken by him as she used to do sometimes when he had been playing with her body.

Her lids fluttered open suddenly and she stared at him, right into his hot grey eyes. She coloured prettily and that only made him long to kiss her, to stamp his possession on her.

He loved her, he thought.

“Woman,” he barked taking a step closer. She immediately tightened her lips and sat up straighter, pulling the gown closer. The babe at her breast had fallen asleep and she lovingly, carefully handed the child over to her.

For a brief minute, her swollen nipple poked out, wet and firm and he felt his shaft solidify, in desire. She quickly fastened the belt around her body.

Angry with himself and his body’s reactions to her, he snapped,

“You will be escorted home by Beston and the men. Schwartz and Aiyana volunteered to stay back a few hours to do a recce of the place. They will accompany you home. And,” he jerked his head towards the door,

“That blo*dy Nurse. The one you like. She will be with you to help with the children.’

She stared at him, lips parting as she said in a soft voice,

“And you Lucien?”

He turned on his heel, trying his best to ignore the soft pleading voice.

“I will join you later,” he snapped dismissively as he made to leave before he gave in and gathered her in his arms.

“Wait!” she cried.

He halted at the desperation in her voice.

“Please, Lucien…,” she whispered and he turned. The sound of her pleading made him halt. Automatically.

Turning his leonine grey head, he watched her through narrowed eyes.

“Please, leave me with …” she whispered to the nurse who immediately fled, a look of relief on her face.

Slowly, Proserpina swung her legs off the bed onto the ground. Her gown gaped open and he could see her body, her stomach swaddled in cloth, her firm, large breasts…

He grunted thickly and crossed to her immediately, sweeping her soft body into his arms,

“Woman,” he growled hoarsely, pressing his hardness into her, his mouth capturing her soft plump lips, unable to resist her, this Woman of his, for who he would kill.

‘Forgive me,’ he murmured as he kissed her hard, possessively.

She gave a half laugh and a half sigh as she surrendered to him.

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After a while, when she managed to raise her head, her face hot and pink , her nipples already hard, the all too familiar wetness flooding her thighs, Proserpina spoke in a soft whisper,

“Come back with us, please, Lucien,” she said, as he covered her face with greedy kisses, her mouth, her cheeks, her chin, her throat,

She whimpered in longing.

“Please, Lucien…”

He raised his head, his eyes narrow with desire and love. Breathing hard, noting with satisfaction, her swollen mouth, reddened with the ardour of his passion, he growled, regret tingeing his baritone,

“I have work to do, woman.”

But he knew he sounded unconvincing.

She looked into his face as he held her in his firm, strong arms, his hard shaft pressing into her .

“Dmi…is it Dmitri?” she whispered fear and revulsion in her tones.

“Yes.” he said in a clipped voice, unwilling to divulge more information, unwilling to scare her.

She sighed and lowered her head, resting it on his shoulder,

Tenderly, he kissed her temples and she smiled.

“Woman…I…” he began but she placed a hand, a small cool hand across his thin, harsh mouth.

“Sssh…” she said, her eyes filled with tears,

“I love you. And I know you care…”

She went on, rising carefully on her toes to brush her mouth across his, as he held her waist tenderly,

“That is all I want my Master.”