บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia Don's Obsession: บทที่ 411 - บทที่ 420

Melissa Lord She looked across at her husband crossly. They were sprawled, naked and sweaty after a long session of wantonness, of downright kinky sex, on the large bed in Tristan Lord’s house. She sighed and rubbed her sore behind, smoothing in the lotion her husband had been tenderly applying before the phone had begun to ring. Her husband had spanked her hard before thrusting his c*ck into her and she had been mewling as he mounted her and rode her roughly, the way both of them liked.Smiling like a satisfied cat, she watched curiously as he picked up the phone on the nightstand and immediately, tensed up, turning on the large reading light on his side of the bed and sitting up to take the call.Now she rolled across, tugging at his flat nipples as he spoke into the phone, low and urgent. Squirming as she climbed onto his lap, she flicked her tongue daringly across them before nipping at them.Who could be calling at this ungodly hour, she thought in some irritation, her curiosity

RiaAfter practically wolfing down the slightly stale bread and cheese, Ria gulped down the water and sighed. Of course, it was nothing compared to Mumma’s superb cooking but …she had been so hungry.And the bed now stood in all its shabby dignity, between them as they tried to arrive at a truce. Ria swayed in tiredness as a wave of darkness seemed ready to engulf her. She sighed and admitted to the truth of his observation.*The only time she had come close to giving up her virginity had been with Ronnie Prouse, a senior at school, and that had been at Prom Night. She had gotten drunk for the first time in her life on the spiked punch and the boy had also had dark hair and tanned skin, reminding her vaguely of Philippe. He had not gotten around to deflowering her, for a friend had called her name when one of Pappa’s bodyguards had come looking for her. She had hastily pushed the sweating, stumbling Ronnie with his uncertain, clumsy hands, off of her and run away. She had never known

ProserpinaLucien was beside me in a minute. Dimly, I felt his arms around me, and I leaned into him.I was getting too tired for these emotional ups and downs, said a faraway voice in my mind as I breathed in and out, focusing on bringing my laboured breathing under control.“Wife, WOMAN!’ he growled, but I could hear the concern in his rough voice, ‘Proserpina.’I held his arm, clutching it, leaning into him as I whispered, and opening my eyes to find his drawn and worried face beside me. A large hand was on my swollen belly, protective and concerned.“Go on.’, I said in a firmer tone.‘His eyes met Claude’s over my head, I could sense it though I had not lifted my head. Raising my head, my lips brushing against his harsh jaw, I said,“Lucien, please.’I had swivelled around to look at him, appealingly, my eyes riveted on his, begging him not to hide anything from me.He kissed me gently on my mouth lingeringly, almost in an apologetic manner and grunted.“Woman, she is with Philip

Maja NordShe was busy going through the brochures she had gathered, the day before. Poring over them, bespectacled and lost in thought, with a black ski cap perched on her head, she did not see Handsome James had entered to join her on the wide patio until he sat down across from her. The fresh smell of the citrus soap or was it cologne, she associated with him, made her look up sharply. Once again, her heart plummeted and then began to pound so loudly, she was sure he could hear her. Why did the man look so delectable at eight in the morning?No one had the right to look so casually handsome. So …so…delectable.Maja herself was draped in her old grey sweats and a long john that had seen better days a lifetime ago, something that made her look like an astronaut, as her daughter had informed her kindly. She pulled in her tummy, wishing that she had not indulged herself so well on Proserpina Delano’s delicious food the night before. Maja was ashamed of her pear-shaped body but nothing

RiaShe had been torn between feeling angry and frustrated and experiencing a deep respect for the silent man beside her.They had left the little house in the dark, before the dawn and now, she deduced that they were nearing Hollowford although all she could see was the darkness. A couple of large dark SUVs had joined them on the way, materialising like dark chariots of gloom from the surroundings and she had felt a clenching in her gut till she realised what was happening; Pappa had sent people to ensure that she reached back home safe and sound.She swallowed in relief and felt the Capo's dark glance on her face.But she stubbornly looked out of the window, refusing to speak or look at him.*After a while, she began to get restless and tired of staring out obstinately. Her eyes slid furtively to study the harsh, profile of the man beside her.The scar on his face, running from his brow to his chin, was prominent when she sat beside him and at one point, she reached up to touch it,