Owning the Mafia Don

Lucien

He had wanted to run after her, to make his woman understand why he had brought in Catalina but the doctor and his manager had been adamant. He had to have stitches on his chin and forehead. He needed to get cleaned up too. Catalina had been tagging along, clinging to him but as soon as they were out of the auditorium, he had turned to her.

“Look, Dana,’ he had said, his rasping voice gruff with tiredness, “I need to be with my wife now. ‘

She had still been half-naked, her chest exposed but someone had persuaded her to wear a robe. It was similar to his and almost as an afterthought, he found himself wondering how she had come by it.

He needed to find out, he thought, rubbing his forehead banally. She was beginning to worm her way into areas that she had no business being in.

Catalina glared at him, her small green eyes narrowed in rage, bristling in indignation,

“So, tell me, Lucien Delano,’ she sneered, her voice dripping venom,

‘Let me get this straight, was I only a convenience for you to use and throw away?’

Lucien backtracked.

He needed this woman too repulsive though she was; she would serve his purpose to find out about Dmitri Rudenko. She would be essential to destroy the man who was like a lurking malevolent beast in his life.

He pulled her to his body, grunting, ‘Come here, you.’

He kissed her although he felt only a stronger disgust as he did it.

Twisting her thick nipples, knowing that it would excite her,, getting it done in public, he added,

“I want to f*ck you, wh*re. But I need to get my wife out of the way for that.’

Her eyes brightened. a diabolical expression came into her face. And then she said, her face brightening.

“I knew it; I knew you only wanted me.’

Snuggling up to him, pressing her body to his, she rubbed herself against him and murmured,

” You and I, we belong to each other. We are incomplete…’

He sighed inwardly. She was reciting lines from some corny movie now, he thought. Having had enough of mollifying her, he pushed her away gently.

She continued to cling to him, kissing him passionately, her tongue searching his mouth and he felt a wave of disgust.

Proserpina was soft and submissive; he wanted her so badly. This woman was too demanding.

He finally managed to put her away from his body and she touched his hard c*ck.

“Till later, Big Boy,’ she murmured with a giggle, bending down to kiss his member.

Lucien met the eyes of his stony-looking crew, the manager and the annoyed-looking doctor. Giving her a firm push, he turned to them,

“Gentlemen,’ he smiled, “I am all yours.’

***

He walked into his office on the upper floor after a while. The stitches on his forehead were painful, tugging at his skin but nothing compared to the surgery he had undergone a year ago to correct his limp that had resulted from the bullet lodged in his thigh. Courtesy Dmitri Rudenko who had tried to get him killed.

The entire set of people he trusted the most were in the room; Danielle and her partner, Grace, Schwartz and the redhead who had been with them earlier in the evening. He wondered what she was doing there but she was standing beside Proserpina who was hugging herself, looking distressed. Her expression altered when he came in.

Lucien was in a robe, his chest bare and wearing a pair of loose pants. His body ached but he felt a strange feeling of euphoria as he gazed at Proserpina.

She had come.

Although he felt a sense of foreboding as he met her eyes.

A stormy looking Proserpina

His eyes sought hers as he entered. She lifted the nearest object she could lay her hands on, a marble paperweight and flung it at him.

He ducked, grinning despite himself.

Had he said she was submissive? She looked like a termagant now, her eyes flashing, the mane of deep brown with gold high lights hair undone, the long mahogany tresses flowing down her back and her full chest heaving with rage.

She was wearing the damned teal crop top that hugged her body in a sinful manner and just the sight of his woman, furious and passionate made him hard. All of Dana’s efforts had made him feel limp; just the sight of Proserpina was enough to want him to bed her.

He smiled easily even as she turned to look for another missile to hurl at him. Danielle watched him, a droll’ Told you so’ look on her face, Schwartz looked harassed and amused alternatively. Grace was smiling, hiding her grin behind her hand. And the woman he had seen earlier, the redhead, was staring at Proserpina in awe and then looking at him, gauging his reaction. Like she was at a tennis match, he thought, deftly avoiding another object hurled by his wife, this time, a paper-knife.

“What are you trying to do, woman?’ he shouted, turned on inexplicably by her fury,

“Kill me?’Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

He had reached her by now and swept her into his arms, easily pinning her to his body, holding her arms imprisoned behind her back.

She spat at him, struggling madly,

“You…you…man whore!’

“Sssh!’ he growled softly, for her ears only, ‘bad language, eh? You deserve to be spanked, little one.’

He brought his mouth down on hers, capturing her softness, plunging his tongue into her, and she quietened.

For a while.

He raised his head, suddenly becoming aware that his friends were still there even though he was standing with his back to the room, his wife against his body.

She shook her head, still angry, though her body had submitted to him, he thought triumphantly. It was evident from her nipples standing pert and hard, outlined against her blouse.

“Get away from me, you creep.’ She muttered, tilting her head to glare at him. But she was in his arms and her body was trembling.

And then, the hurt openly showing in her eyes, she said, fiercely,

“How could you hold that…that female APE in your arms?’

She freed her hand suddenly and slapped him. Hard. But it caused little damage to his leathery cheek.

He winced as she went on, fury erupting now, making her voice quiver,

‘And KISS her?’

The tears were replaced by anger.

He gripped her hand, pinning her to the wall with his lower body. She looked so beautiful, the crop top having been pulled down; her creamy breasts exposed to his marauding eyes.

Suddenly, he remembered that they were not alone.

“Can I have some privacy?’ he snapped, without turning his head.

‘Can’t a man talk to his wife without the whole world eavesdropping?’

Danielle replied coolly, saucily,

“Yeah, provided said man remembers his wife when he finds himself in the arms of that over-sex*d b*tch’

Proserpina was struggling and she hissed, fretfully,

“You think you can do what you like and keep me at home, you…you savage? You barbarian! Did you think I would tolerate your flirtations and look the other way just cause another baby is on the way?’

He stopped and stared at her in astonishment.

***

It suddenly dawned on her that she had, blurted out what she had meant to tell him in private. But she had been so upset, so discombobulated.

Bitterly, unhappily, she lowered her head to hide her tear-filled eyes, feeling wretched.

She pushed at his chest with all her might, and said, her voice, molten with unhappiness, refusing to meet his eyes,

“I’m pregnant.’

He held her tightly, gripping her chin and forcing her to look at him,

“You kidding me?’, he asked in a deep growl,

And as she met his eyes, her own filling with tears, he asked incredulously,

‘Again?’

And then,

‘How?’

Danielle threw up her hands as though cursing him for his stupidity and strode to the window, swearing under her breath while her wife Grace stood, open-mouthed, as Schwartz stared at them, his surprise evident.

Sophie grinned. It was like a romance from one of the novels she used to read in her free time when she was young.

***

Proserpina was seething now, and she scratched at his hirsute chest, his arms, anywhere she could get at. He grabbed her hands again, overpowering her while her words sank in. She tipped her head and speaking in a fierce, angry tone, under her breath, she hissed.

“Don’t you remember? The time the condom had torn?’

He stared at her a look of wonder in his eyes as he held her.

How could he forget that afternoon when he had taken her so fiercely, the rubber had torn!

But now, she was carrying his child, he had bred her again. Mistaking his narrow-eyed look, she felt infuriated. Rearing her head in anger, she began, great brown eyes flashing,

‘Lucien Delano, I am going to keep the baby so don’t..’

“The fu*k you won’t, woman.’ he growled and his head swooped down to claim her soft mouth again.