All Chapters of The Mafia Don's Obsession: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ProserpinaI relinquished my children to the maids with some hesitation; I had never done this before. They had always been with me or somewhere close by.But this evening they seemed exhausted and were too tired to create a fuss. Piers was already dozing by the time I had finished supervising the arrangement of their rather limited number of clothes. Seeing that they were washed and changed, I turned to leave.I realized that I was drained, and after gulping down a cup of hot, sweet tea, I followed Beatrice to a door at the end of the landing. An elevator at the end of the landing intrigued me.Catching my curious gaze, Beatrice rolled her eyes and said.'HE stays upstairs. Got the entire floor. No one there 'çept hisself.'I was too tired to point out that the house belonged to HIM anyway, he could run around naked if he wished.Yawning, I remained silent.She threw open the door with the flourish of a magician, and I stopped in the doorway, awed. A woman's room, all pearl grey and

LucienShe had resisted him at first, pushing at his muscled chest with all the force in her small hands. But his lust and strength were fiercer than any fight she could offer. When he slipped his hand to roughly stroke her clitoral area, he grunted in satisfaction; she was soaking wet.For him, he thought in triumph as he captured her wrists and pinned them above her.The cry she gave and the look of mute longing were evidence of the power he had over her, thought Lucien as he brought his mouth down on her willing lips, possessing her and demanding her utter subjugation.Looking into her flashing eyes and swollen mouth, he growled,"You can fight, little girl." but you want this too. Admit it.''Lucien, wait! Let me explain...' she whimpered, struggling futilely, although her body eagerly responded to him.He laughed, lowering his head to nip at the sensitive part of her neck, and she gasped, her body arching involuntarily.His mouth moved to her full breasts, the dark nipples as har

LucienHe grunted and downed his drink in a gulp. Wave upon wave of jealousy flooded him as he gulped another stiff drink, seething with rage. Damn, the woman. Did she have to parade herself before his associates?The crowd he moved about with didn't hesitate in switching partners, hell, he thought, scratching his hair-roughened chest, he had done it so many times, himself.His club was infamous for such trysts, he smiled cynically; it was one source of sure revenue. But while in the past, he would never have hesitated to talk about a woman freely or think twice before sharing her with his friends, something about Proserpina brought out the devil in him: he wanted to keep her only for himself. There was an innocence in her, an unspoiled freshness that had attracted him the instant he had seen her. She was so unlike the jaded women he met in his circles, with their pouts and come hither looks and antics, ever eager to get into his pants if it meant furthering their lives.Young Proserp

After a fitful night, I woke to another grey morning. I remembered that the children would be getting their DNA swabs taken some time during that day. The thought made me feel hopeless. Lucien had not said anything about it but then, apart from trying to haul me into bed and satisfy his libido and render me a helpless slave to his touch in the process, me, he had very little time for me. The children probably did not exist for him, I thought, a wave of depression engulfing me.My twins were only too glad to have me with them as they played in the grass outside my room. The housekeeper shot me a strange look but said very little and I was thankful for that. She had come in to find me asleep on the couch before the TV and had woken me up briskly with a hot cup of coffee. Determined not to let Lucien's behaviour upset me, I carried out my yoga exercises and meditated a little as the twins scampered around, a lanky lad playing with them. He was the gardener’s son, Philippe, said Beatrice

Proserpina I moved away. A man in a formal black suit, obviously a manager, entered and informed Lucien that the guests had arrived.I turned to Lucien in some confusion," Are you giving a party? Why?"