Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia Don's Obsession: Kabanata 321 - Kabanata 330

A few months earlierSomewhere in the USAPaval Rudenko looked at this nephew, Dusak, the One-Eyed as they referred to him behind his back.He was a formidable fighter and his anger, his aggressiveness, was unmatched. Of course, the driving force behind his anger was to claim the life of Lucien Delano, the man who had blinded him and killed his beloved uncle, Dmitri Rudenko, before his eyes.But the monk was a man of the steely reserve.“Not yet,’ he cautioned the hot-blooded youth.Handing a photograph of Ria Delano, the eldest daughter of the Mafia Don, he said,‘Look at this girl, my son.’ he said in his soft tones, the wheedling voice he used when he wanted something from someone, ‘Look at her. For when you finally get her, you should know what to do with this beautiful creation of God.’And the youth calmed down as he traced a finger over the picture and he waited.*MexicoCole whirled around as he heard the woman who said she was his aunt, leave the house.It had all happened so

Looking BackProserpinaWhen I realized that he was insanely jealous if anyone dared to look at me, I had been pleased, thinking he really loves me, so he is jealous. That was till the night he took me roughly in the back seat of the car while his security men stood waiting for him to finish pleasuring himself… A light flirtatious remark by a friend of his during the only occasion he had taken me out when I was his mistress, had made him insanely furious and he had forced himself upon me to teach me a lesson.That humiliating episode was an eye opener. It was probably when I began to see myself through his eyes, and the eyes of the world.Just a body to be used to satisfy his urges...But I still continued to love him.*When I found out that I was just one in a line of women, put up at a house specifically meant for that purpose, to house his woman of the month, my little world had been shattered. To add to that, an article appeared in a sleazy tabloid with photographs of him openly

ProserpinaAround the same time as Lucien began to grow distant, the strange messages started to come.I had begun to write a blog. It had begun as a hobby. Egged on by my children and friends, especially James Schwartz, who kept praising my culinary skills, I began to write a blog on social media about cooking.It had become a runaway hit to my astonishment and I updated it every day, diligently, astonished by the number of followers I had!So I was mildly astonished at first when I came across the first comment that seemed strangely off.*A few weeks ago, I had been scrolling down the comments section when I stopped, startled by a comment. The recipe I had shared was one for a Slovakian dish and I had written a small note about having visited the area and tasted the dish there. The authentic recipe.It had been, of course, one of the worst times of my life. Lucien had disappeared in Slovakia and I had gone to find him, desperate and wretched.*The comment I noticed was bizarre at

LucienHe had guessed right, he thought, fury coursing through his veins as the cavalcade of cars roared down the streets. She had run to Handsome James, of course. The terse message from Schwartz informing him about her desperate plea for help had confirmed his suspicions.Handsome James Schwartz; Her Best best friend, as Proserpina laughingly called him.Lucien felt the familiar waves of jealousy flooding him. He knew that he, her husband and only lover, was older than her by a few decades, a fact that made him more savage in his lovemaking with her. To make her see that he was still the virile man he used to be. When he took her, he plundered her body, leaving love bites on her lush breasts and throat so that the world would know she belonged to him, only to Lucien Delano.Not that she had complained ever; Proserpina was the ideal submissive in bed. She followed his orders, obeyed him and her body was his to play with, he thought, feverishly. But he was astute enough to know that h

ProserpinaShe said nothing, her arms crossed over her ample bosom, breathing fast as she stared at him. With a pang, he noticed the gleaming pendant that lay in the valley of her full breasts, the locket signifying that he owned her. He had gifted it to her, had put it around her neck, a thin gold chain with a small key as the locket, diamonds glittering against her warm skin. He loved to take it in his mouth as he mated her, tugging at it with his teeth, watching her face as he mounted her, and rode her. And then, sinking his teeth into her mounds, moving to her ripe, firm teats that had been suckled by his children, all six of them.F*ck he thought, his face darkening with passion, but he wanted to take her here, now, savagely, brand her so deeply with his hard c*ck, she would never look at another man, certainly not at Schwartz, not with that soft expression of appeal. The discomfort around his groin made him want to shift; instead, he moved towards her.Her plump lips tightened a