Owning the Mafia Don

Proserpina

We touched down in the early hours of the morning.

The drive home was uneventful. Lucien and I rode in the large vehicle with the babies, and Nurse Camille sat behind us. I was tired but the babies were cantankerous after the journey. They insisted on being fed almost continuously, and I had to take turns moving them from one breast to the other.

I reflected on the doctor’s advice; he had suggested that I start them off on formula very soon since they showed signs of being voracious in their appetites.

“Besides, Mrs. Delano,” he had added, his warm brown eyes sympathetic,’ you have had a very stressful experience. So you …’

I sighed and looked away.

Beston rode in the same vehicle.

I glanced at my husband.

Lucien looked older and tired. There were lines of exhaustion on his face and the lines from his nose to his mouth were more prominent, making him look cold and frightening.

He sat beside me, deep in thought as he studied his phone, the other two phones in his pocket, one beside him on the seat. Unable to stop myself, I reached my hand up and stroked his harsh, unshaven cheek.

He glanced at me with a frown, a preoccupied look on his face, but his mouth, when he bent to kiss me, was hard and demanding. He thrust his tongue into my mouth, and I whimpered softly as he subdued me. Inspite of having a baby in my arms, I wanted to hold him close, to feel his strength, this man I loved mindlessly.

He raised his head and looked at me, his eyes landing on my swollen plump lips. With a grunt, he said, almost in irritation,

‘Woman, I have work. Stop distracting me.’

I dimpled at him and then our baby boy, the oldest of the trio, crinkled his face and let out a gusty wail. Quickly, I opened my blouse and took out my nipple to place it in his mouth. I had chosen not to wear anything under the blouse as I knew I had three hungry mouths to feed.

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Both of us knew he wanted to bed me again but I needed time. Although my body sometimes clamoured for him, my mind was unwilling. The fear and the horror I had endured were looming too large over me.

***

Nurse Camille called softly from the seat behind us,

“When you are done with that little fellow, there’s another here who might be ready for his next feed in a minute.’

I laughed wearily and heard Lucien growl.

“They keep suckling at your teats.’

The desire in his tone…the unspoken words, made me look up at him, wildly.

I met his eyes, turning pink at the look of raw hunger on his face.

He shifted and I saw the bulge in his immaculately ironed dark trousers.

‘When I take you,…’ he rasped and kissed me again, hard, moving my free hand to the hardness of his shaft making me aware of how aroused I had made him.

I snatched my hand away quickly.

‘Not yet,’ I hissed breathlessly, ‘I need time.’

“You have just birthed, woman.’ he answered in a low growl, eyes sliding down to my full breasts. He pushed my blouse open, exposing the other prominent nipple. When he continued, there was lust in his tone, a ferocious lust that he was keeping under control with an iron will.

He bent his head and sucked my neck, biting me harshly at the very last moment, and I gulped.

‘So I am prepared to wait. But …’ he went on silkily, kissing the nape of my neck, which burned with the brand he had given me, saying in his gravelly voice that only served to make me warm with excitement,

‘You have pretty hands… and a lovely mouth.’ I turned to him, my eyes wide and said,

“Lucien, I need time. I can’t…those men…’ and then I whispered the name of the man who had frightened me the most and shuddered,

‘ Oleg…’

He stiffened and gripping my chin, he said,

“Woman, I am going after Dmitri Rudenko. As soon as I see you settled and safe, I am leaving.’ He growled the words and went on, his thumb tracing my bottom lip, over and over again, his eyes intent on his action,

‘You have made me soft, wife. I would have chased the *****,’

And he used a filthy phrase that made me wince, as he went on,

‘I would have killed him. But I wanted to see that you and my children are safe.’

And he shifted slightly in the seat, his hard body pressing into mine so that his hard grey eyes were on mine,

“But my priorities have changed.’

So saying, he brought his mouth down, hard on mine and bit my lower lip.

I swallowed the sob but my eyes were on his harsh, unforgiving countenance as he raised his head and went back to perusing his phone.

He had switched off, I thought dully, shutting off his emotions, his passion, as coolly as ever. While I sat, ramrod stiff, thinking of what he had said.

***

When we drove up to the house, our cavalcade immediately swept into the basement garage. The elevator doors flew open even before we had stopped and my twins were on us.

Ria, Piers and Beatrice and the nurses, were all there, swarming over us, laughing, crying, talking.

Ria managed to get to us first and she threw her arms around me, sobbing, over and over again,

” Mumma, Mumma! I missed you so much, Mamma!”

Nurse Camille emerged, the babies in her arms, two of them while I still held my littlest son.

I could see Paddy in the background, craning his neck around Beatrice’s figure to look. Philippe was also there, a broad grin on his brown countenance.

But when Lucien stepped out, his face cold and harsh as ever, the nurses slunk away. He looked as muscular and intimidating as ever although his face softened noticeably as they swept over the twins who had raced across to him and had wound their arms around his legs, Claude was lisping,

‘Pappa, Pappa.’ Obviously, his sibling had been teaching him how to speak.

Beatrice, however, was made of sterner stuff,

“So, more of ’em eh?’ she snapped, but I could see the joy in her face.

‘Ain’t you going to stop sometime soon, big boy?’ This was to Lucien. And turning to me she snapped,

“You gotta tell the Man here you ain’t some breeding cow,’

My face flamed as I was sure all the people standing around had heard her. Beatrice had a loud and carrying voice.

As for Lucien, his reaction was as enigmatic as ever.

He rocked on his heels, studying her silently, obviously annoyed at being spoken to in such a way before his men. But Bea had known him for years when he was young and she could get away with more than most of his associates and then some!

He ignored her and then turned to scoop up Ria who was shrieking and screaming in joy. Piers clung to me, his face buried in my stomach. Claude was waving his arms wildly, chanting,

“Mumma, Mumma, Mumma!” at the top of his voice,

‘ Get inside, woman’ barked Lucien and I quickly led the way in .

And stopped.

There were streamers and balloons hanging from the walls from the ceiling to the floor, and a huge banner with the words,

“Welcome Back, MUMMA!’

I smiled and turned to look at Piers and Ria, including little Paddy who was hanging back. I laughed in joy, including them all in my smile. I had handed over my little baby to Beatrice and had Claude in my arms now.

As I stepped forward, Philippe scurried to me in some kind of exaggerated dance move. He looked comical because he was at that age when his limbs were long and awkward. he had in his hands, a beautiful bouquet.

“For the prettiest Mumma ever,’ sang Ria, clapping her hands enthusiastically.

And I bubbled with laughter.

Turning to Lucien, I saw the expression on his hard face. He had known all along. With a smile he came up to me, handing Claude to one of the nurses and before I knew what he intended to do, he had lifted me up in his arms, his arms under my knees as he held me to his body.

“For being my brave, strong Woman,’ he growled and kissed me hard, before my family and his guard.

I wound my arms around him although I laughed and whispered, “Lucien, put me down, I am no lightweight!’

He grunted and kissed the tip of my nose.

‘You are, Woman. Stop fussing. The kids want this.’

I surrendered to the applause from the kids, the cheering and the hoots from Beatrice and Camilla as he effortlessly strode across the polished floor into the bedroom which was warm and welcoming.

As he lowered me to the bed, he said in a soft voice,

“I shall wait till you are ready for me.’ He said it in a low growl and I felt my face turn warm.

Then he lowered his head to kiss me again, a gentle, soft kiss, a lover’s kiss and I felt myself falling in love with him all over again!