Owning the Mafia Don

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He watched her for a while. The slim chain with the diamond key-shaped pendant he had put around her neck to show his ownership of her, was half-hidden. It lay between her plump breasts and he felt a rush of excitement. Every time he saw it, he thought of how powerless, how totally at his mercy she was in bed when she lay beneath him. Submitting to his every pleasure.

She glanced up and saw the look on his face and turned pink. As she made to shift away, he gripped the nape of her neck and kissed her hard, a kiss of ownership.

A kiss of possession.

Branding her with his mouth, biting her lower lip harshly.

“Lucien,’ she murmured weakly against his mouth,

‘Your men… our children…’

He growled arrogantly as his head moved lower, intent on the pale mounds, visible through the neck of her colourful peasant blouse. He felt his shaft hardening in readiness. A large hand moved to the plumpness of her breasts, squeezing hard and she gasped, moving her son to stop him from waking the baby.

The gesture made him stop.

He was continuously lusting after her, he thought, angry with himself. He could never be sated. Earlier, any woman would have done. Now he only wanted this woman with her soft red mouth, her smiling brown eyes and head of lush brown hair and her body… ahhh… her body with the curves…

He could never have enough of this woman, who was so much younger than him, so innocent unlike him…

She was his weakness.

The thought made him angry.

Anger made him cruel.

And he wanted to hurt her for being his vulnerable spot.

Coldly, his hard face dark, he asked, almost sneering,

‘Have you forgotten how I f*cked you in the car once and my men stood outside? Waiting for me to finish pleasuring myself on you, woman?’

White-faced, she turned to look up at him in wordless shock. It had been a punishment meant to humiliate her at the time. That he had chosen to remind her of it made her cringe.

She was silent as she bowed her head slowly but he felt her deep hurt. He had reminded her of the time when he had repeatedly humiliated and subjugated her. When all she had done was love him in return.

He cursed himself for bringing it up.

At that moment, his phone pinged and he moved away with a crude oath.

She shifted slightly, away from him but he saw that she was blinking rapidly to hide her tears.

He wanted to enfold her in his arms, to make up for his momentary crassness. But the message from Danielle was urgent.

Scowling, he made his call to her.

***

Proserpina

I stared out at the scenery but a wave of sadness washed over me.

The man I loved so hopelessly, had reminded me so brutally of how weak I was when it came to him. The humiliating experience of having been violently made love to in the back seat of the car was one of the things I had never forgotten.

How could I forget that night?

It had been a little after I had turned nineteen.

Lucien had taken me out for a date that night when I was his mistress, perhaps the first and the last time he had done so. Someone had flirted with me and in my youthful foolishness; I had smiled and taken it easy.

I had been totally taken back by Lucien’s stupendous fury, violent in nature. In his eyes, I was his possession, his toy and only his.

He had dragged me out from the high-end dining place we had visited, his cold anger a warning that I belonged exclusively to him, to the frightening mob Boss. As he forced me into the car, he had gritted out through his teeth that he was going to teach me a lesson I would never forget.

I had been bewildered and terrified at the glimpse of the violence he carried under the sophisticated veneer.

Nothing had prepared the nineteen-year-old young girl I had been, for what had followed next.

In his icy manner, he had curtly asked his staff to wait outside the car. Thrusting me onto the car seat, he had made violent love to me.

It had been a mockery of the word making love.

He had forced himself on me in the car while his bodyguards and the chauffeur stood outside waiting for him to finish f*king me. His thick member had hammered away into my poor womanhood which was wet and waiting for him as always…

The humiliating part was the knowledge that his security guards and possibly, the guests who were leaving the restaurant were also aware of what was happening…

It had been supposed to be a punishment and I had never forgotten the assault.

Yet, I had continued to love him…

But yes, that had been one of the reasons for me to flee from him when I learned I was carrying his children, My twins.

Loving him was different from taking his calculated savagery.

I struggled with my tears and bit my lip now.

The cruel reminder hurt me. I surreptitiously wiped away my tears. No, I told myself. I was stronger now. I would not submit to him.

Taking a deep breath, I moved to the other side of the car seat, aware of his cold eyes on me. The baby I was cradling in my arms was my son Claude. Now he whimpered, drooling in his sleep and I looked down at him tenderly. He was another reminder of the savagery of my husband and I closed my eyes, stifling my tears as I leant back and shut my eyes.

Cruelty was the signature of Lucien Delano. He had tainted everything he saw and held, with his stamp of brutality.

No, Mister Boss. I thought defiantly. I will not let you spoil my mood. Although I love you mindlessly, I will teach you to respect me.

Using the meditation techniques I had learnt and cultivated, I forced myself into a state of tranquility, shutting out the dark presence of the man I loved who sat beside me.

***

Lucien glanced at her again; the long mahogany-colored hair was in a braid and fell across one shoulder. Her soft lips tightened and he knew she was angry. The rigid posture of her body gradually relaxed as he watched her and he felt a pang of admiration. She might be submitting to him but there was an iron will within her, a core of strength that he bowed to