The Mafia Don's Obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 201 - チャプター 210

ProserpinaWe had spent the night here, at the Club after all. My body had been claimed repeatedly through the night and I felt a sensation of languid content.I felt the familiar soreness after a night with Lucien, stretched and aching, but a pleasant languid ache. I smiled and turned to look up at him.He was regarding me and I felt a jolt shoot through me. The man must have been awake before me. Despite all the sexual activity of the night before which had left me exhausted, he looked ready for more!“Why are you smiling, little woman?’ he growled as I stroked the scruff on his cheeks. It was rough and I dimpled. ‘ I was thinking of how I feel sore…’ I whispered.The grey eyes gleamed and he had raised himself on an elbow, the powerful muscles of his arms expanding as he lowered his head to my earlobe, nibbling it, his tongue wandering over it.’ 'Where exactly does it feel sore, woman?’ he growled and I could hear the smile in his voice as he took in my hardening nipples. The mu

ProserpinaWhen I reached home, it was to discover that chaos ruled over the Delano kingdom.Nothing new, I thought with a sigh.Little Claude had poured water over one of Ria’s precious dolls. She had dunked him in soapy water in retaliation, aided and abetted by her twin. The maids were almost in tears and Beatrice was threatening anyone and everyone she saw.“It’s high time I packed you off to some residential school, kids.’ I said in a steely voice as I supervised Claude’s cleaning up and scolded the twins.Ria’s head went up, her golden curls bobbing.“In the mountains, please!’ she cried clapping her hands, eyes dancing. She began to waltz around the room, arms raised in joy.I shook my head in exasperation. The girl would turn a punishment into a party.*I noticed young Philippe at the kitchen door, shifting uncertainly from one foot to the other when I entered the kitchen later to take care of lunch and set dinner preparations going.‘For you,’ he said, his ears turning pink i

ProserpinaI sat there, my heart pounding as the rage flooded through me. A hand went to my stomach protectively. I knew enough to know that for all his street smart wiles, Lucien could be quite dense at times.I had also seen how manipulative Catalina could be at first-hand as well.The woman had never been able to get over the fact that I was the only woman who was going to be in Lucien St.Claire’s life. Well, I thought, clenching my fists, I was damned if I was going to wait for her to walk all over me.Coming to a decision, I stood up.*I was now three months along and was constantly in touch with the doctors, following Lucien’s strict instructions. In fact, I had an appointment scheduled with the doctor for this week. This time around, it was with a new doctor who was from India, a friendly woman named Dr Priti Agarwal. She was small and cheerful and was quite friendly. She had assured me that everything was going on just fine, after examining me last month. Since she put me a

ProserpinaAs I entered the foyer of the Club, the cold air hit me and I shivered. It was cloudy and I squinted up at the sky. It might rain; I hoped that young Philippe would take in the baskets of chopped vegetables we had left to dry in the sun. I was trying out a recipe for an Indian pickle and I needed to have sun-dried vegetables for that.The cool interior of the Club was dark after the brightness of the day and it took me a minute to recognise the woman who had appeared before me. Shrugging, I walked forward and entered the elevator. The men with me had dropped back; this was after all, Lucien Delano’s territory. No harm could come to me if I was making my way alone to my husband’s rooms.Before the door slid shut, Sophie stepped in and I glanced at her in surprise, but having been at the receiving end of her machinations for far too long, I did not feel the need to exchange pleasantries with her.I frowned as she stepped forward, blocking my way.Startled, I met her eyes, as s

LucienHe was like a man on fire, a man possessed, although his mind was now moving coldly and clinically. He was reaching out to all the people he knew—the ones who had any idea about Dmitri Rudenko’s whereabouts, the ones who had agreed to stand with him if a gang war broke out.But he kept drawing blanks. Raking his hand through his grey-white hair, he turned sharply as the door was flung open.First things first, he thought as he nodded at Schwartz, who had run in, straight from the airfield. The younger man looked dishevelled and heartbroken.He snapped at the person on the other end of his phone coldly.“Yes. Keep me posted.’'Proserpina...' whispered Schwartz, and Lucien saw the pain and anguish, the fear that he was controlling with a superhuman effort, mirrored in his underboss’ eyes. Both men were bound with feelings for the same woman, who was lovely, kind and generous ProserpinaHe had known all along that Schwartz loved Proserpina. Lucien enfolded the other man in a bear