Todos los capítulos de The Mafia Don's Obsession: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

When he woke up the next day, the sunlight was streaming into his bedroom. The light drapes at the French doors had been left open when he went to bed last night and now he sat up slowly, blearily. Too much drink and a very late night had made him restless and he had finally fallen asleep at dawn.The excited sounds of his children floated up and he curiously limped across to the windows facing the lawn. He was bare-chested, wearing his boxers and he became aware that the chill of winter was beginning to set in. Striding to the balcony, he looked down onto the lawns below his rooms on the second floor, scratching his hirsute chest absently.His wife and children were on the grass, at what Proserpina possibly imagined was a secluded part of the garden. She had no idea that when he came out onto his terrace, he had a good view of his family. She was doing her morning yoga exercises and the kids were fooling around. They were all in yoga outfits but it was his wife’s flexibility that mad

James Schwartz walked into the darkened room and glanced in mild astonishment at his friend, the Boss, who looked dead on his feet.The drapes had been drawn, and the lamps around Lucien’s large oak table were lit, making his face seem even more haggard and grave.As debonair as ever in his grey suit, Schwartz pulled a face when he saw the half-empty decanter on the table and said, joking,"Celebrating, huh?'Shark who walked in behind him looked worried,‘ Bro, bad news.'Lucien directed a cold look at handsome Schwartz and ignored his remark.Swivelling in his seat, leaning his head back in the rich upholstery of the leather chair he jerked his chin, his eyes opened to half slits as he growled,"What?' he asked Shark who had moved to the well-stocked bar and was pouring himself a large shot. He moved back to the table and settled himself in a chair facing Lucien after handing Schwartz a drink as well. The Handsome man made a face; unlike the other two, he was not a heavy drinker.Ta

ProserpinaHaving got back to work, I felt better, more productive. The work was going on smoothly and we were actually making headway in garnering interest in our projects! Many students had enrolled in the courses and I felt quite pleased knowing that the work I had done had been so successful. As for dear old Professor, he was elated to see that I was back at work. But the old dear kept fussing over me, asking me to take it easy.***Lucien seemed to be operating from the house these days, I thought as I stopped clicking away on my laptop to think of my husband. Although I kept to my rooms and the kitchen, going out for a walk in the garden when I felt like it, it was clear that he was very much there in the house. The bodyguards, the cars that appeared at all times of the day and the night, Shark and Schwartz who were present for the meals as well... *** Yes, these days I kept thinking of him. I was now into my seventh month. And unfortunately, I was beginning to feel hugely horny

Schwartz’s words made me feel alarmed. 'I wanted to talk to you.' When he said it so seriously, I looked at him, my lips parted in uncertainty. "Hey, chill!' he said, but his expression was sober. Now I was intrigued. Shooing the kids over to Beatrice, I indicated the wide kitchen windows where I could sit on a chair and no one would be within earshot.After I was comfortably settled, he perched on the counter, gazing at his hands for a long time. I leaned my head back, folding my hands over my stomach. I was prepared to wait. Taking a deep breath, he went into his recital bluntly. 'You do know that Delano is ... that he cares for you, right?' he began unceremoniously.I scowled at him, my plump mouth thinning. As I made to stand up and move away, he gripped my wrist. Staring at him, I looked down at the hard grip on my wrist. Schwartz had always been gentle, caring, and never the one to use brute force so I was startled.Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sita Kumar tense. She unobtr

LucienHis first thought was that it was one of the children but as he walked forward, he saw that the little figure perched on the stool was that of the woman who haunted him.His Wife.Proserpina.The woman he lusted for every night as he fisted himself with his large hands, grunting with desire for the one woman he wanted, the only woman he needed. The woman he had impregnated a second time, in a night of anger and passion, an act that left him sleepless with remorse. She was too engrossed in her tub of chocolate ice cream and since she sat directly under the large lamp, she had not made out that he was standing in the shadows inside the door, drinking in the sight of her abandoned enjoyment as she licked the spoon enthusiastically.Sensuously.Her small tongue flicked in and out, massaging the spot, he thought, his co*ck rearing as he watched, intently. It made him think of how she had mastered the art of sucking his co*k; when the beast was in her mouth, she worshipped it, her sm