All Chapters of The Mafia Don's Obsession: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Sophie She glared at her reflection. Her red hair looked frizzier than ever. Paddy was being difficult. In fact, he had simply not been able to adjust to returning to Hollowford and living in the small apartment which was otherwise in a good locality, furnished and spacious.Sophie knew he was pining for Proserpina and the kids. They had welcomed him as part of their family. Proserpina had been in tears when Paddy was forced to stay back when the Delano family were leaving in their fancy aircraft. She had hung back, looking pleadingly at her husband, begging him to allow Paddy to accompany them. But Lucien Delano had stepped forward and pulled his wife to his side, making her leave without Paddy.As for her mother, Sophie stared outside at the sidewalk. The old woman was never going to recover. The nurse had politely suggested that she sign the forms asking for the ventilator to be removed. Yet Sophie held back. Every day without fail, she visited her mother and sat, holding the comat

SophieShe slid into the washroom booth hurriedly and dialled the familiar number."Pick up, damn you, she mumbled, aware that Danielle had been alert while she watched Sophie leave.Worthington picked up almost immediately.“Yes my pretty little bird?’ he said solicitously,’ What do you have for me?’She scowled. She hated him but her sister needed her. There were times in the early morning when she came awake, her arms round Paddy who inevitably crept into her bed, citing nightmares, when she asked herself what she was doing.The knowledge that she was in some way or the other, contributing to the downfall of the people who had helped her so generously, ate into her.“My Lady and all the Saints,’ she would whisper, ’I am sorry. Forgive me, please...But Sondra means more to me…’*Now she stiffened and replied,“I think the Boss is arranging something special for himself and his wife on the 16th of this month.’There was a moment of silence. She pictured Worthington, tugging at his th

ProserpinaI looked into the grey eyes of my lover, the love of my life, my husband.He was studying me, his eyes filled with a soft, wondering expression. A look I had never seen on his face before.I sat, perched comfortably on his lap, surrounded by my children. Resting my head against his shoulder, I sighed in contentment.Little Claude had waddled over and was keeping a small plump fist on my thigh, to proclaim that I was HIS mom and not anyone else’s. Piers was leaning against me, and Ria? As always, her father had an arm around his favourite child, his daughter.I sighed, a feeling of restfulness growing in me and traced the hard jaw, rough with stubble; he had not shaved and the grey of his beard was evident. Daringly, with a finger, I began tracing his thin lips the mouth that could reduce me to a blubbering mass…A rumble from his chest reminded me that we had three interested pairs of eyes on us and I had better stop teasing him or there would be consequences.I shivered in

LucienAfter they had bathed again, he carried her back to the bedroom. She had her arms draped around his neck and was already nodding off. Proserpina had been exhausted and had stood like a child as he bathed her and dried her.He cursed himself for having taken her repeatedly but she was too much for him to resist.The need to have her milk his thick shaft was too great.As he gently laid her on the bed and drew the sheets over her, she clung to him and murmured with a sleepy, seductive smile,“I love you, Lucien…’With a contented sigh, she turned over and slid off into a deep sleep.But Lucien lay awake, troubled.*Schwartz had called him. He had information, he said, that Dmitri was going to make a do or die attempt to get back at Lucien.Through the people, he loved the most, his family.*Lucien had arranged for the security to be increased. He had no intention of going anywhere without his family till the man was killed.But.He turned to look at the woman who was sleeping be

Lucien He watched her for a while. The slim chain with the diamond key-shaped pendant he had put around her neck to show his ownership of her, was half-hidden. It lay between her plump breasts and he felt a rush of excitement. Every time he saw it, he thought of how powerless, how totally at his mercy she was in bed when she lay beneath him. Submitting to his every pleasure.*She glanced up and saw the look on his face and turned pink. As she made to shift away, he gripped the nape of her neck and kissed her hard, a kiss of ownership.A kiss of possession.Branding her with his mouth, biting her lower lip harshly.“Lucien,’ she murmured weakly against his mouth,‘Your men… our children...’He growled arrogantly as his head moved lower, intent on the pale mounds, visible through the neck of her colourful peasant blouse. He felt his shaft hardening in readiness. A large hand moved to the plumpness of her breasts, squeezing hard and she gasped, moving her son to stop him from waking the