Semua Bab The Mafia Don's Obsession: Bab 131 - Bab 140

LucienHe was old. That was the thought Lucien had as he swung his arm and felt it connect with his opponent’s jaw but harmlessly.Denizen the Destroyer had been like a power-packed tank from the word go. He had been beating Lucien thoroughly, thrashing him at every angle. And Lucien knew that for every one punch he managed to make, The Destroyer would come back – with two. He was a young man, not yet twenty-five years old, and his speed was lethal. The force of his punches was also fierce but Lucien had begun well. He had smashed Denizon's nose once, given him a cut above his eye and made the man bleed.Gradually, he had begun to tire. Dimly, he was aware of the crowd roaring, he could see Schwartz's white face as his friend stood close to the ropes, anxiety on his handsome features, his hands on his hips, scowling. Catalina was moving at the periphery of his vision in her absurd costume, screeching, urging him to fight.His opponent was huge, packed with muscle. For a fleeting momen

SophieShe had been taken aback when she saw the little woman who was Lucien Delano’s wife. She was not a beauty but there was something about her, the lustrous brown eyes, the wide smiling mouth, her grace, her body, yes, men looked at her and wanted to make her theirs. Sophie had seen it in the eyes of men in the audience as they saw the woman who had rushed to the ropes, crying out the Boss’ name in such a fervent way.What had been even more remarkable was the man’s reaction. Sophie had been even more astonished to see how deeply the Boss seemed to care for her. Damn, thought Sophie incredulously, the man had been on the verge of losing; just the sight of his wife’s face, the sound of her voice and he had been striding ( if you could call it that) across the ring to be with her! He had had the look of a man who was love-struck when he saw her. Like he would do anything for her.Sophie glanced at her enviously and felt a twinge of jealousy when she saw the look on Schwartz's face.

ProserpinaI was torn between wanting to hate the man, who was holding me and making my heart pound , the wetness to pool between my thighs, to sag against him and let him continue to kiss me.The others left, Schwartz with a quizzical gleam in his eyes and the girl called Sophie who grinned at me. Danielle was her brisk self, stomping out of the room; the after fight party would begin in an hour and she had things to take care of. Grace smiled tremulously at me as she left.Lucien turned to me the moment they had left, his hands pulling down my crop top but I was not going to give in so easily.Pushing him away, I said fiercely,‘ No, Lucien. No.’***He stared at me, bewildered and angered that I could resist him; then as he understood what I was saying he said, drawing me to him,“Woman, you need to trust me.’I pushed hard at his deep chest and created a space between us.“Lucien Delano,’ I said quietly, taking a deep breath,’ I can tolerate a lot. I have waited for you, I have pu

Proserpina I stared at the woman who was entering. She had the kind of figure we saw on celebrities, elaborately sculpted by trained physicians. Her breasts were like large melons and the lower part of her body was rounded in an absurdly unreal way. As she approached us, I saw the look of pure malevolence that flashed across her face as she looked at me. Her eyes slid to Lucien and the expression altered,Lust. Desire…you name it. In that instant, I knew I had an enemy, an enemy who would not hesitate to wipe away my very existence from the face of the earth. She wanted Lucien and she would do anything to achieve her goal.I looked up at my husband, fearfully. The woman was glamorous. I was like a gauche girl beside this creature who was weeping in with four young men fawning over her. Lucien was scowling, displeasure on his face. He seemed to sense my uncertainty, for he looked down at me, eyes narrowing. His eyes travelled over my hesitant features and my parted lips.‘If you keep

ProserpinaLucien raised his head. His face was glazed with want and I knew that if we had not been in the Hall, I would have been beneath him on the floor, being thoroughly ravished by this man.I smiled, teasing him and licked my lips, an action that never failed to rouse him.‘I think I would like to taste you,’ I whispered, pulling his head down so that he was the only one who heard me.He took my hand and kissed the inside of my wrist, making me shiver with longing. Then pulling me close, he said in a hoarse whisper,‘Behave yourself, woman.’I dimpled at him and felt his eyes, those eyes that always seemed cold and distant, glow with hunger. He pulled me to him, making me aware of his strength, his desire which he was controlling with an iron hand. Gently, tenderly, I stroked his face with the stitches and the bruises. This was my lover, my fighter, my Mafia Don.Lucien bent to kiss me again, a low rumble in his chest as he claimed me.***I had forgotten for a moment that we wer