All Chapters of The Mafia Don's Obsession: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

ProserpinaAll of a sudden, I heard Lucien bellowing my name and raced out, guessing what must have happened. Sure enough, Ria was in his arms, her small arms wound around his neck as he glared up the stairs.She must have gone running to him to inform him about Sophie’s cruel words.From his stance, I knew he would not hesitate to kill anyone who had dared to hurt his little daughter and I rushed down to him. Pulling him into the study, I tugged Piers who had also joined us.Leaning against the door, I stared into Lucien’s hard grey eyes. There was a well of darkness in them and I sighed.I had to make a decision and I knew what I wanted to do.LucienHe stared at his wife. She looked beautiful, he thought longingly, with her hair in a messy braid, she should logically look unattractive with the strain of tears and grief on her small face but no. Proserpina looked magnificent, her chest heaving, her eyes dark with passion as she stepped forward.‘Ria.’ She spoke in a firm, soft voice

Lucien He was aware of the harsh breaths he was taking to control himself as he followed his wife who was swinging her hips saucily as she walked ahead of him‘F*ck,’ he thought, urgently, ‘But he needed to get his shaft into her sex quickly or he would ejaculate right here. She could tease him to death sometimes, she knew just how to bring him to the edge and then leave him, with a teasing, dimpled smile on her lovely face. He would make her pay.’He reached out, placing a rough hand on her rounded ass and squeezed hard. Immediately, she turned in alarm.“Lucien.’ She hissed,’ there are people around…’They had reached the washroom and he pushed the door open, every movement a jerky one as he felt himself grow harder by the moment.Uncaring for her protests, he pushed her in and locked the door behind him.‘Take off your blouse,’ he said hoarsely,’ I want to punish your tits.’***She trembled in the tiny space of the cubicle but knew better than to protest. He had a wild, compelling

Proserpina We were back at Hollowford in the mansion I had grown to regard as home. There were some changes that had been created in the structure of the house; Shah had been shot in the hallway outside the children's rooms. Lucien had had the entire place remodelled and now, the children had rooms on the same floor as he had his large penthouse suite bedroom. Ria was super excited to discover that now her father was just a hop skip and jump away. Piers commented on the view being good. Neither of them said a word about Shah and the terrible night the house had been attacked. But their unspoken glances, that strange bond shared by twins, alerted me to the fact that they remembered and mourned her in their own childish way.Lucien was planning something for our anniversary; no, not our wedding anniversary but the anniversary of the day we had first met. It had come about when I had casually mentioned it one night as I lay in his arms, stroking his hirsute chest, playing with his flat n

Lucien He strode into the cool interiors of the house, bellowing his wife’s name,‘Proserpina!' He thundered, 'WOMAN!’‘I think Mumma is in the kitchen' said Ria and then, clinging to him, burrowing her face in his neck, she went on in a small voice,‘I think she heard about Alfred.’Proserpina stormed out of the kitchen, her hair flying behind her like a black banner.“RIA!’ she shouted, ignoring the fact that the little girl was pretending to be asleep on her father's broad shoulders,‘RIA St. CLAIRE!’Lucien’s lips twitched despite himself.His wife looked so adorably fierce but he knew that he only had to grab her in his arms and all that violence would peter away.But Proserpina refused to meet his eyes now as she commanded icily.“Do you know what your precious daughter has done?’And then, taking a deep outraged breath, she went on,' She has broken the nose and a couple of teeth of a boy who works on the grounds…’And when Lucien continued to stand with the child in his arms, s

ProserpinaLucien had informed me of his intention to leave that night for Argentina. Some urgent matter had come up, he said, pressing his lips to my forehead as he prepared to leave.I hugged him tightly, wishing he did not have to go.‘Woman, He grunted, his mouth seeking my lips greedily, possessively, ‘I might be gone for a week. I do not want you to leave the house when I am away, is that clear?’He tugged at my lower lip to make his words crystal clear.I whispered,‘Come back soon. I want you to be with me when I meet the doctor.’Immediately his eyes narrowed and he pulled himself away to grip my chin,“What is wrong? Is it our son…?’ his hand went protectively to my belly.I smiled half-heartedly.I was feeling unusually weary and tired; I wanted to get a check-up. Something was not quite right. From what I had calculated and from the initial visit to a doctor I was not too comfortable with in New York, I knew I must be in the tenth week of my pregnancy.Early days yet. But t