Owning the Mafia Don

Sophie

She had heard Schwartz telling Proserpina that he was leaving.

That he would be going to Uzbekistan.

Her heart sank. When would he be back?

Although he treated her in a friendly manner, he was distant and remained aloof, never having referred to the kiss they had shared at the Club that night. In fact, apart from sharing a common joke or smiling at her when he saw her, he seemed totally uninterested in her.

Sophie rubbed her eyes tiredly. She had tossed and turned all night, overwhelmed by guilt after speaking to Proserpina. it had been a crass comment and the only excuse she could give for her behaviour was that she had been half asleep.

Beatrice’s comment in the morning had not made matters better. The old woman had pointedly made her feel unwelcome when she had entered the kitchen in the morning. She was devoted to Proserpina.

‘Some folks do not know how to be kind, Amy.’ she had told the startled maid who had been setting the table.

‘I mean, who would deliberately make a person who has only been loving and kind, feel unhappy anyways?’ she went on darkly, sliding a look at Sophie who was pouring herself a mug of coffee. Amy the maid had caught on quickly. Sliding a sly look at Sophie, she added her ha’penny worth of nastiness.

“Kindness these days, Ma’am’, sighed Amy who was not too fond of Sophie too ‘It ain’t repaid no more.’ she added snidely.

Go to hell, thought Sophie crossly, turning away and marching to a corner of the kitchen to sip her coffee.

Nevertheless, she felt the burden of guilt within her bloom. Especially when she saw Proserpina descend the stairs with her belligerent son, Claude on her hip, closely followed by Paddy and the twins. Proserpina looked pale and wan, her eyelids slightly pink but she gave Sophie a small smile as she passed her.

***

As Schwartz disappeared into the room they called the study, Sophie trailed after him.

He looked up as she entered, a look of surprise on his face.

“Hello there!’ he said cheerfully, but there was a guarded expression on his face.

For a horrible moment, she wondered if Proserpina had told him about the unpleasant remark she had made yesterday. Then sanity returned. No, Proserpina was too nice to do anything like that.

Schwartz was watching her, polite but cool. He was waiting for her to say her piece and crawl back into the woodwork she had come from, thought Sophie in annoyance.

‘I…can I go back home…?

She blurted out.

His face was a study in comical exasperation.

Then he frowned in irritation.

Roughly he snapped,

“Look Sophia,’ he always called her by her given name and she loved it.

“Look, things do not happen in that way.’ he sighed and ran his hand through his dirty blonde hair.

Abruptly, he changed tactics.

‘How is your mother?’ his green eyes observed her keenly and she felt a rush of shame.

Yes, he had helped her unconditionally when she was in trouble. Now she was behaving like a lovelorn schoolgirl, throwing a tantrum.

She sighed.

The hospital reports were the same. Her mother had slipped into a coma. The doctors were not too hopeful but Sophie wanted to wait for a month before taking the final call.

She knew it was super expensive and a fresh wave of guilt spread through her.

‘I can pay for my mother’s….,’ she began stiffly.

Tiredly, he rested his head on the seat and said,

‘It is not the expense. Lucien is a generous man. You are here with his wife. He would do anything for her.’

Schwartz paused.

His eyes glazed over as he mulled over his words, thinking of how Lucien had been in bed with Catalina.

Sophie looked at him and a hot wave of jealousy spread through her. There he goes, she thought crossly, mentioning Proserpina and the man is like a moonstruck calf.

Suddenly he turned to her, a coolness in his face as she spoke.

He fixed his gaze on her.

“What did you come here to say, Sophia?’ he asked.

And went on,

‘” Proserpina not treating you well? Is your nephew feeling unhappy?’

Sophie shook her head violently ,

“No, no no and no!’ she cried and suddenly, she wanted this man to hold her.

To say he loved her as much as she loved him.

She began sobbing, her shoulders shaking.

He came around the desk in alarm,

“Hey, what is it?’ he asked in concern.

She shook her head and suddenly, she threw herself into his arms.

He stiffened and then he slipped his arms around her, gently.

“Hey kid, what is it?’ he said and she sobbed, even more,

“Can’t you see?’ she wailed. She knew she was dampening his shirt with her tears but she could not help herself. It was heavenly to be in his arms.

‘She looked up at him and said,

“James Schwartz, I…I think …I think I love you.’

Schwartz was poleaxed.

He was fond of the girl with the red hair, her small face animated when she was in a good mood. But LOVE?

***

Catalina

She toyed with her phone. Worthington had left but the sense of unease he had left behind was troubling her. She was watching the video clipping of herself with Lucien Delano.

Yet again.

Yes, she was obsessed with the Mafia Don, as he lay, his broad chest with the firm abs, the strong thighs and the long, large manhood that she had worshipped soulfully on more occasions than she cared to remember….

No doubt about that.

She kept looking at the part where she was sucking him off while he lay, grunting, calling out the name of his wife. She seethed.

Freezing the shot, she traced her forefinger with the newly varnished nails, over the shot of Lucien’s body. Fu*k, she thought, she would get wet just looking at his image. His brawny body was laid out like a prize on the bed, tanned and strong. The thickly veined member was standing up, stiff and erect as she lowered her head to capture the plum coloured mushroom head in her mouth.

The taste of his cum, salty and musk, was in her mind and she licked her lips in remembrance. She reached down to her thighs and moaned. She wanted him. She could still feel the hard grip on her nape, sliding into her hair, gripping her as she gagged on the full length of his thick member that night.

She had been rubbing herself against his knee, nearing a climax as Lucien brutally forced her to suck him deeply. Even as she had felt herself explode, he had ejaculated and had pushed her away roughly, kicking her off his body, his co*k still emptying his cum.

Catalina moaned as she thought of that day but her anger as she recalled how it had ended was equally fierce.

He had shouted at her when he had come out of the throes of sleep and found that it was not his beloved’ little girl’ who was pleasuring him.

A rising indignation swamped her.

She, Catalina, had been there for him, to take care of his carnal needs, to pleasure him. NOT that silly little bi*ch. But the man was besotted by that chit of a girl.

As she was leaving the room that day, with all the security men staring at her, she had made up her mind. She would get that b*tch out of his life.

Yes, Lucien Delano would have no option but to turn to her. And they would be together again, like they had always been destined to be.

Tapping her phone to her teeth, she thought,’ I need to get that Bi*ch out of the way..’

***

Lucien

He woke up with a splitting headache; a hangover, he thought dully. Lurching over to the windows, he looked down at the well-kept lawns.

A picture materialised in his mind; the memory of his woman, doing her yoga exercises on the lawn, her body moving gracefully as she bent and stretched.

Her lovely body with the firm, full breasts jutting out, the rounded cheeks of her a*se.

He took his stiff, thick member in his hand and groaned. He wanted her. ‘

He needed to be in her soft wetness, urgently pumping his seed into her.

He turned away and left for the bathroom to relieve the ache in his co*k.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.