Owning the Mafia Don

Lucien

After they had bathed again, he carried her back to the bedroom. She had her arms draped around his neck and was already nodding off. Proserpina had been exhausted and had stood like a child as he bathed her and dried her.

He cursed himself for having taken her repeatedly but she was too much for him to resist.

The need to have her milk his thick shaft was too great.

As he gently laid her on the bed and drew the sheets over her, she clung to him and murmured with a sleepy, seductive smile,

“I love you, Lucien…’

With a contented sigh, she turned over and slid off into a deep sleep.

But Lucien lay awake, troubled.

Schwartz had called him. He had information, he said, that Dmitri was going to make a do or die attempt to get back at Lucien.

Through the people, he loved the most, his family.

Lucien had arranged for the security to be increased. He had no intention of going anywhere without his family till the man was killed.

But.

He turned to look at the woman who was sleeping beside him, and his face softened helplessly.

When had he realised that he loved her deeply and could not think of life ahead without her? He only wanted her and no one else.

Reaching a hand out, he gently stroked her cheek, trailing a finger to her soft, plump lips. She murmured in her sleep and smiled.

“Lucien…’ she said and he settled down with his arm around her protectively.

His harsh face was tense as he kissed her nape gently.

“Woman, I will never let you be harmed.’ He growled, but his wife was asleep.

***

Aiyana

She had gathered more information on the movements of Dmitri Rudenko . to her horror, she had discovered that there was someone inside Lucien Delano’s Club who had been passing on information to Dmitri. It was unsettling, to say the least.

She turned in bed and looked at the man who was sleeping beside her. Aiyana was a light sleeper. Her years at the FBI had made her grow older and more bitter. Sleep, she felt was for the people who were innocent and pure. For those like her, who had come face to face with evil on many occasions, she slept when she was exhausted. And came awake when she was rested. A few hours. That was all she needed.

Now she rolled onto her side and looked a the form of the man beside her. His blonde hair was askew in sleep and his face was younger. But handsome, so perfect, chiselled.

She had researched him too.

Had discovered how he had been a sniper, a brilliant shot. Had left the army when he had been severely injured. He had married the nurse who had tended him. It had been a happy marriage but he had joined Lucien Delano around the time and his wife had not been too happy with it.

When his wife and young son had been killed, it had been Lucien Delano who had brought Dmitri to his knees by killing his brother in cold blood.

Aiyana shuddered. The man seemed to be a killer, a maniac but he was obviously someone who Schwartz cared for and she trusted his judgement.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Sighing, she swung her long legs off the bed and padded across to the window.

She had selected a small house in a non-descript locality. Rowhouses, all occupied by middle-class families, the broker and said when she had zeroed in on this house.

“that’s what I want too,’ she had retorted and the man had been silent.

Now she stood at the windows, naked, knowing that it was impossible for anyone on the outside to see her. The drapes shifted gently in the breeze.

She sensed Schwartz coming up behind her and smiling, leant back into him.

He was a good man, a gentle and considerate lover and she felt satisfied. Yes, and a little aroused every time he looked at her with those gleaming green eyes of his, the small smile, lopsided and charming.

Now he wrapped his arms around her and murmured softly,

“Come back to bed, my lovely.’

She laughed huskily and turned around, to take him in her arms. Wrapping her long, powerful legs around his waist, she rocked her hips and he held her as they made love, slow and smooth.

***

Proserpina

When I came awake, stretching languidly the next morning, it was to find my husband beside me, his grey eyes on my face.

I almost shot up in bed. He was almost always on his way to someplace or the other or working out in the basement gym. To come awake to his grey eyes on my face was an experience I had not had in a long, long time.

He was watching me and his thin lips twisted in amusement.

“How old are you?’ he growled. “You look like a teenager when you are sleeping, not like a woman carrying her fifth child’

I dimpled sexily at him and sat up and then thought better of it as my large breasts swung provocatively. I was not in my night shift and I realised, blushing that he had taken me roughly last night and then bathed me gently before carrying me to bed.

Shyly, I wrapped the sheet around me only to have it tugged down.

Lucien forced me down and bent his head to my nipples, suckling greedily.

When I mewled in protest, he snarled,

“When my sons come, they will be suckling at your teats and I shall not be able to do so. So shut up and let me do this now.’

I giggled at that, and he nipped at my pert nipples, growling. I whimpered as his teeth grazed my nipples and soon, I was a mass of want, wet, raw and needy, my thighs wet with my cream as I felt my desire peak under his experienced touch.

Soon we were making love again and I was moaning softly as he plundered me, spurting his seed into me again as I moaned.

“No, you are not making breakfast or any such thing, woman.’ He grunted as I lay, spent and breathing heavily, cradled on his chest after he was done.

I made to sit up but his hard arm kept me anchored to him.

Lazily watching me from his narrow-eyed gaze, he said.

“We are going on a holiday today.’

I turned to stare at him open-mouthed.

“We are?’ I repeated.

He chuckled and said,

“You came to me five years ago, wife. I need to celebrate so I am taking the whole of my large family to a beach.’

And rolling onto me, he said, nipping my neck and arousing me again,

“I shall f*ck you on the sands’ he whispered,’ I want to rub suntan oil on your large tits and suck them till you beg me to stop…’

I dimpled at him invitingly, but my insides were quivering with need, just listening to him.

“Yes, Master. I shall be waiting to service you.’