Owning the Mafia Don

Proserpina

His eyes which had been heavy with lust sharpened and became distant.

He nodded, but his eyes were on my body, hungry again.

He made to grab me but I held him away, moving further back,

‘You did not tell me.’ I said my voice wobbling.

There was a long silence. When he spoke, I knew it was Lucien Delano the Boss, speaking.

‘Are you planning to cage me and prevent me from doing what I want to do, woman?’ he said, his voice quiet and silky and I stiffened.

I knew it was impossible. He was a man who was free and would always do what he wanted. I had fallen in love with him, had created three marvellous children with him.

It was too late to try and cage the lion he was, wild and powerful.

Untameable.

That was what he was, that was what he would be, no matter how much I wanted him to change. I bowed my head slightly. It was a dangerous road. If I chose to stand my ground, there would be conflict. Did I want that?

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Sighing, I shook my head and said in a soft tone, the bitterness creeping in as I spoke,

“Would I be stupid enough to do that?’

And then, worrying my bottom lip, I continued after a while, sweeping my hair over one shoulder, his keen grey eyes followed my actions but he remained silent, lying naked and proud on his bed.

‘I can’t stand to watch you being …’

I sank onto the bed, my hand going to my baby bump.

” I don’t want to watch that…but I cannot stay away too.’

*

He was beside me in a flash,, dragging my body down, suffusing my face with kisses. Throwing a leg over me, he straddled me supporting himself on his massive arms as he growled,

“Woman, I was going to tell you about it …’

The remorse in his hoarse voice was real.

*

I pushed him away and sat up, supporting myself on my elbows.

His eyes, blue-grey with desire, went to my full thrusting breasts, the nipples hard as rocks. I deliberately lay in such a way that they were almost in his face.

His c*ck was hardening as he watched me, breathing heavily. The large thick member that had pounded me mercilessly just a while ago, was dripping pre cum already and I smiled to myself.

Shaking my head regretfully and touching my nipples, playing with them, I sighed and said,

‘Lucien Delano, you are going to have to pay. You withheld information from me. You cheated me.’

He grunted, his eyes narrowing.

“Little seductress, ‘he growled.

But I knew he was thoroughly aroused.

*

I smiled and said, ‘My love.” And as he extended his arm to grasp me, I giggled and slid out of bed. Clutching the bedclothes to my body, I pretended to think. He sat up, his grey eyes watching me, attentively.

‘Hmmm…’ I said. “you did not think to let me know till the last minute that you were going to fight. So…’ and I tossed the sheets away dismissively, letting my hands trail over my body, touching my mound. He moved, a low rumble in his chest as he rose and approached.

“No! I said firmly and he stopped, frowning.

‘You do NOT get to touch me, to make love to me till I decide to let you do so.’

And as he stared at me in astonishment, I dimpled at him happily and said.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

‘That’s the deal, Boss.’

And turning around, I sashayed into the bathroom, wiggling my ass a little more than necessary, trying not to giggle.

There was a muted roar of frustration from my husband and after a while, he entered the bathroom. I smiled at him and shook my head, teasing him as he stood, frustrated, watching me. It was a game of showing respect. If I could respect his need to prove himself in the ring, he had better understand that I had the need to prove I deserved to be treated as a woman and not as a sex object.

Sighing, I turned to him and stood under the shower, tilting my head back and gently running my hands over myself, then into me, with a soft gasp. He came closer and I saw the emotions clashing on his face. Lust and anger. ‘Sorry Master,’ I murmured teasingly and brushed past him deliberately as I left to settle in bed.

When he joined me a little later I moved away and refused to snuggle up to him. I could sense his sexual frustration, especially when I moved across him to reach for a book on his side of the bed. Brushing my full breasts across his chest, I felt him stiffen. He growled in controlled fury. Dropping a light kiss on his harsh mouth, I slipped down into the bed.

He made a heavy sound of annoyance. But he stayed away.

I smiled. Yes, Lucien Delano, I thought. I shall lead you a merry dance before I am done.

Sighing happily, I shut my eyes and went to sleep.

***

Lucien

He lay awake for a long time, stroking his shaft which was now painfully erect. He swore and looked at the woman beside him. He could almost hear her laughing as she teased him. Grunting, he settled down beside her, forcing his co*k between the cheeks of her a*s as she slept. Just to have the feel of her luscious body, he told himself but he could not help wanting to thrust his member into her.

She shifted, sitting up and rubbing her eyes sleepily.

‘Lucien, if you keep doing this,’ she said crossly,’ I am heading to the kids’ room to sleep.’

He turned away and lay, forcing himself to think of other matters. Finally, he drifted off to sleep.

*

Proserpina

I smiled. I wanted him too, with the same degree of desperation. But I wanted him to learn a lesson.

*

The next day, I was informed by a surly Lucien that we would have to shift our festivities to the afternoon. Since it was the twins’ birthday party involving just us and Schwartz, it was not going to be difficult. I had already made all the preparations.

There was a dinner at the Club and I needed to accompany him said Lucien, his face tight with annoyance.

I wrinkled my nose and looked at him. We were at the breakfast table and I was dressed in my customary T and shorts.

‘Why?’ I demanded, trying to stop Claude from dumping his plate of pancakes on the little puppy.

‘It’s a small party. The Senator is throwing the party and he wanted me to bring you along.’

Senator Rodericks had been rather particular about it and Lucien had felt irritated when the older man had insisted that Lucien should bring his ‘exquisite young little lady along.’

The Senator had always had a covetous gleam when he looked at Proserpina, he kept stroking her arm and touching her when he happened to meet her.

*

‘It’s some celebration of his. ‘snapped Lucien who was still furious at having been denied the lovely body he kept staring at. The old tee clung lovingly to her hips and breasts and he felt an answering tightening in his groin. It only helped to make him angrier.

Proserpina looked at him in alarm and then she dimpled, a gleam appearing in her dancing brown eyes.

“Poor Pappa is having a bad ache. In his…Ummm…tummy.’

She lisped at the twins who immediately swung their heads to look at him in alarm. Touched, Lucien realized that he was the strong one, the one who could never fall ill or fail them. In their eyes, he was akin to some superhero.

He scowled at Proserpina who darted away into the kitchen, hiding her giggles.

Ria spoke, anxiety on her small face;

“Pappa? Can you fight Stonewall the coming weekend?’

Piers shushed her, saying,

“You dumbo. He might need medicines.’

His daughter nodded her head in sympathy and then said, sitting up, her expression hopeful,

‘When I was sick, Mumma gave me broth and I was better by evening. Do you want it too?’

He was torn between cuddling the loving children and spanking his pretty wife who had returned, mirth dancing in her eyes.

‘Maybe I can just kiss it better,’ she murmured and drifted towards him, her hips moving in such a tantalizing way, he wanted to leap out of the chair and take her right there.

He glared at her, with narrowed eyes as she said softly,

“Pappa is a little old so…’ and bending down her hands on his shoulders, she kissed him lightly, her tongue quickly stroking his lips before slipping away.

He glared at her, a dark, thunderous look. Now his c*ck was so hard, it would be difficult to stand up. F*CK! He had blue balls! His trousers were tented.

She dimpled playfully and scooted away, scooping Claude and taking him to have his grubby face washed.

‘Pappa, don’t worry.’ Soothed Ria and he reached across to touch her small hand. Her pixie face was solemn.

He waited a while and then left, seething but wanting to smile as well. The seductress, he thought.

*