บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia Don's Obsession: บทที่ 311 - บทที่ 320

Bemusedly, I stared at Lucien and suddenly became aware that my favourite song had begun to play, the slightly nasal, soulful voice of the UB40 group lead singer crooning “I Can’t Help Falling In Love With You’.The music soared as I took my steps to him, the only man I had ever loved, the one who owned me, body and soul.My Mafia Don…I choked, my eyes misting but suddenly, Beatrice was beside me, little Louis in her arms. She nudged me hard and said in a hiss,”Girl, you ain’t getting all teary-eyed an’ all now, yeah? You gotta walk up to the Man. He has been doing this secretly for you and all.’I nodded, shakily. Ria came to grip my arm on one side as Piers moved to the other.All I wanted was to run to Lucien, to hug him and kiss him but he had taken such trouble to set this up; my whole conniving family and my friends, they had done so much!!!With tears in my eyes but smiling widely, I stepped out onto the lawn bordering the patio and crossed the lawn, the bouquet in my hands.

ProserpinaWhen we landed, it was dawn. We had flown all night long, having stopped to refuel and meet one of Lucien’s associates in Dubai. I guessed it to be around 11 p.m. in Hollowford now since it was around 7 a.m. as I stepped out onto the tarmac, holding Lucien’s hand.Autumn was setting in, and an early morning chill made me shiver and then , I stared as I caught onto what the flight attendant was saying. I knew the woman; Betty had been with Lucien’s crew for years now but she still appeared to be in awe of my husband who barely glanced her way as he gave a terse nod.‘Have a great honeymoon in Greece, ma’am,’ she beamed.*Greece? I whispered in shock and amazement, Lucien had brought me to Greece?I almost floated down the steps to the ground, thrilled beyond words. I had grown up guzzling myths of Greece and now, to be here was a dream come true! Those hours at night, reading by torchlight huddled under a blanket, had been my only happy times when I was a child in my aunt’s

BourasAnd then, he saw them, a burly older man and a young woman. They were accompanied by a group of bodyguards hanging around discreetly. Not that the average tourist would have made them out but Bouras, with a lifetime’s experience in tracking celebrities, knew immediately that he was looking at bodyguards.His antennae up and receiving signals now, he watched them keenly, his camera trained on them but discreetly.It was the woman who caught his attention. Her flowing mane of brown hair, her laugh, a tinkling laugh, completely free of any guile, he thought wistfully and the look on her face as she gazed at her companion; it was one of sheer adoration.He felt a pang of envy as he watched her. She looked so happy and fresh. No man deserved a woman like her in such a world as this, he thought fretfully as he squinted into his lens.She was curvaceous, with full breasts and a rounded a*se that made him long to feel her. In her mid-twenties, he thought as he fixed his lens on her, li

ProserpinaLucien was as good as his word. I woke up sore the next morning, ‘Sore and well f*cked,’ growled Lucien as he leant over me, kissing me on the mouth hungrily, his hard member demanding more pleasure when I protested, laughing. * As soon as we had returned from dinner, he shut the door, locking it securely, without taking his eyes off me. I felt a warmth steal over me. Yawning leisurely, I stretched my arms above my head. “Take off your clothes,’ he growled as he pulled out his long, thick member. I obeyed him, feeling the wetness pooling between my legs in anticipation of his treatment. I ached for him already. But I was not going to go to him without a fight. Oh, no. I was going to tease my Mafia Don ! He grunted. ‘Get over here, woman.’ I stripped slowly, taking my time and his eyes glowed in anger , anger for keeping him waiting. Slowly, leisurely, having shed my gown, I walked to him, in my lacy panties, covering my breasts with my hands. “Take them off, littl

Years LaterProserpinaThe phone pinged as a message landed and I picked it up, scanning it as I rode in the comfortable large sedan, on my way back from my doctor.It could not be Lucien; these days he was not returning my calls, so calling me was out of the question., I thought bitterly.Could it be one of my children, I thought absently as I opened it and froze.An image appeared that made me freeze although my palms were sweating.Lucien.With a woman. A tall, thin woman with short blonde hair, older than me, closer to his age. Wearing a fire engine red bikini and nothing else.And she was smiling as she stood, her body pressed to my husband while he was staring at someone across the room, his large hand splayed across her hip. Her hand was on his waistband, a familiar lover-like gesture.I felt my head begin to pound.The background was the Town House swimming pool, the place where Lucien was staying at, currently. Lucien was in his formal clothes but his jacket had been discarde