Owning the Mafia Don

Proserpina

That night I lay snuggled in the bed waiting for my husband to join me in bed. He had rushed away soon after dinner when we had been sitting in the living room. He had been sipping his customary after-dinner brandy and had insisted on pulling me onto his lap much to Claude’s chagrin.

Claude was a law unto himself. He decided his bedtime, and tonight, he wanted to stay with us. So my family was spread on the floor, on the rich carpet, my children and the dogs-we had three by now, and Piers was petting them while Ria leaned against her father’s shoulders, chattering away. Claude kept surreptitiously trying to pull the puppy’s tails, and Piers was getting quite annoyed.

My husband stroked my waist, his hands gentle, and I kissed his cheek.

We would have sat there for ages if he had not received a call. A message

His face darkened as he looked at the phone. It was his private one. I knew it had to be either Schwartz or Danielle.

I stood up, reading his expression rightly. Hefting fat Claude into my arms and kissing his plump cheek, I whispered, ‘See you later.’ I called to the maids and we began to leave. As I turned to look at Lucien, I realised that he had slipped into his Mob Boss mode. He was barely aware of our leaving.

I smiled ruefully as I herded the kids to bed.

Even after an hour, when I was entering for my shower, he was not back.

I slipped into bed and soon drifted off to sleep.

And came awake sometime during the night when I felt Lucien’s warm body sink into bed beside me. He placed his large, muscular arm across my breasts, and I whimpered. It felt so good. So safe to have him beside me. Protecting me.

The thought made me come awake, and my body was immediately excited by his familiar presence.

‘Umm…’ I murmured as he grunted and chuckled low as I turned to him, my hands moving feverishly over his large, muscled chest, running my hands through the crisp grey curls that covered it, reaching out to lick and nip at his nipples.

He grunted.

“You get to be like a bitch in heat when you are carrying my children, eh.’

I murmured and kept touching, stroking him. I caressed his large shaft with my hands, arousing him.

He raised himself on an elbow, watching me through narrowed eyes.

‘ If you keep this up, woman, ‘ he grunted hoarsely,” I will keep breeding you every year.’

I gurgled at the idea, and he dipped his head to capture my smiling mouth possessively.

My body responded to his touch immediately.

I kissed his jaw, his neck and felt his member growing stiff. He was right, I knew that my desire for this man grew manifold when I was pregnant; I had actually seen it when I was carrying Claude. I had barely been able to keep my hands off him!

Suddenly, he shifted, and I gasped, reaching out for his body blindly, whimpering.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

No woman, he growled thickly, I will not have you hurting yourself and my children you carry in your womb.

I sat up on one elbow, uncaring of the fact that I was naked.

‘Come back here, I whispered, ‘and give me what I crave for, please.’

His eyes lighted on my large breasts, and his face darkened with passion.

He moved, and before I knew what he was doing, he had captured my hands and tied them firmly to the top of the bed rail.

I gasped, writing as he stroked my body freely now that I could not touch him.

He smiled; in the dim light from the bedside lamp, I could see the lust in his eyes as he watched me thrashing, begging for him to take me.

‘Please, Lucien… I whispered, pleading.

I felt the juices from my core seeping out down my thighs freely as I ached to have him. Lucien had once growled appreciatively, saying that I was squirting my juices and I had not really understood.

I need to fu*k your big tits, woman, he growled hoarsely, his grey eyes gleaming with want.

Roughly, he fondled them, and I purred, my hips bucking. He bent to my nipples, suckling and biting, nibbling and then licking, working the taut buds with his tongue and teeth till I was crazy with longing.

“Please,’ I begged, moaning, “Please.’

He laughed, the sound catching in his throat, and I knew he was aroused beyond control. I could feel his hard shaft as he moved, dripping pre cum on me and I whimpered again.

He reared up, kneeling, a leg on either side of my waist and I looked longingly at his sculpted body with the flat board abs, the hair trailing down to his large, powerful co*k.

I realised that I wanted to drag my tongue over his chest, suck his flat nipples, and make him as aroused as I was.

He shifted and I moaned. Lowering himself, putting his hands on either side of my ribs, he slowly sucked my nipples and I stiffened.

“Lucien…” I groaned, ‘Don’t torture me , PLEASE…’

He brought his face close to mine, and then his hard mouth was devouring me. I eagerly raised my hips but he raised his head, laughing roughly.

“All in good time, my needy little bitch…’ he teased. He dipped a couple of fingers in me and grunted as I blushed. I knew I was dripping wet. Helplessly, I rocked my pelvis towards him, mutely begging him as he curled his fingers, making my jaw clench.

“I am going to eat your pink delectable dripping wet pussy first, woman.’ He grunted, raw desire in his voice and I cried out, as he lowered his head.

‘Let me hold you, please…’ My voice rose to a squeal as he began his ministrations.

I was now beyond coherent thought.

“Lucien, ‘ I panted, ‘please, Lucien!” and then I threw my head back and cried out as I came, trembling. But he did not ease up and I must have screamed his name because he gave a hoarse laugh.