Tanya, Mi Madre

The second time Luciano met Tanya, it was during the family banquet.The family estate would host a banquet at the start of every month, and she stood in the entrance hall welcoming guests.Anyone in the Ascrofi family with ulterior motives had long been eliminated. Paolo's remaining brothers were the ones willing to submit to him, while the elders had lost all interest in who would inherit the mantle. All they cared about was whether the family and its business continued to thrive.The latter was tied directly to their income, while the family's value lay mainly in whether it still could allow them to flaunt their power and status.That was why they hated Tanya, the supposedly bad woman who caused a commotion.In a pale teal dress, she waited by the door with a soft smile, perfectly balanced between modesty and reserve.Yet, a few doddering old fossils weren't buying it.Tanya rarely showed her emotions, but she briefly revealed a flicker of helplessness, as if a crack had open

As usual, Luciano had always despised these alcohol-filled social scenes, almost to the point of hatred, but this time, things were different because of Tanya.She was surrounded by a crowd, offering suggestion after suggestion in a soft, measured voice.Socializing among high-society wives was its own delicate art. Being a former courtesan, she handled it with effortless ease. She was smart but composed and kind, too. She won everyone over without question, the media included.Hardly anyone mentioned her courtesan background anymore. Everyone addressed her as "Donna Ascrofi" politely.Countless camera flashes clustered around her, and Paolo was at her side.Suddenly, Luciano found his father a sore to his eyes.Paolo was already old. A decaying tree shouldn't be matched to a blooming flower. It should've been Luciano standing beside Tanya right now. That would've felt more right.A long-suppressed, unfamiliar irritation began to surge within him.Suddenly, Tanya met his gaze a

Christmas was the liveliest time in the estate.Tanya was no longer overlooked as she once had been. People had grown used to her presence and genuinely admired her abilities.Not everyone can shine like the moon in the sky, but she seemed born to be here.She was graceful and kind, effortlessly attentive, calm, and unfazed by flattery or scorn.Only Luciano had ever seen this other side of her—arrogant, distant, and unruly, with her delicate fingers holding a slender cigarette.She'd sprawl on the edge of the bed, arching her hips up and spreading her legs, her eyes losing focus as he thrust into her while she uttered wild, incoherent pleas for mercy.They'd explore exciting, satisfying, and endlessly thrilling new positions.She loved him calling her "Madre" during her orgasm. She enjoyed taking charge in bed, teasing him with her delicate, graceful feet, letting him fill her, and eagerly claiming his kisses.This was a side of Tanya that no one ever saw. Not even Paolo, the

"Luciano, how dare you betray me?"Luciano grinned, forcing a humble tone. "I'm sorry, Padre, but you're getting old, aren't you?"For the first time in his life, Paolo heard his most trusted underboss speak to him in this manner.It sounded more like the wild words that the dead little runt would utter."I have to admit that you have good taste in women."Tanya stood beside Paolo, stunned, as she watched Luciano speak with a smile on his face.In the office, Luciano's voice lingered in the warm afternoon light, drifting through the sunlit dust. It was the usual tone and volume he always used.It didn't feel like a showdown, more like one of those afternoons when he routinely gave Paolo a work report.It was time for the family to get a new Don.Luciano would inherit everything, including Tanya, his beloved Madre.Perhaps Paolo was truly old, for he fell ill during the afternoon's farce. Luciano summoned the doctor to take care of him while the reporters swarmed the building

Tanya was now a widow who lived alone.After Paolo died, she unexpectedly gained some freedom. She no longer had to appear at endless banquets playing the graceful lady nor show herself in front of countless cameras.She still occupied the largest master bedroom in the mansion.In the day, Luciano still played the role of a respectful stepson, but at night, he'd show up at the door of her bedroom with lilies dotted with dew.Since she loved lilies, there was always a bouquet of pure white lilies, fragrant and in bloom, in her room. The scents mingled, and the air always felt thick and stifling.They melted into a kiss, holding each other close.Tanya unbuttoned Luciano's pants and held his already eager erection. He raised her easily and placed her on the table. When her legs parted, he discovered her opening was already wet.The low hum of vibration sounded unusually loud in the quiet room. It was only then that Luciano spotted her already flushed cheeks. He reached into her