Owning the Mafia Don

Proserpina

To incense and drive Lucien even crazier, I had asked Danielle to send me a dress for the evening.

I need something sexy and seductive, I had said and she had given a grunt.

Danielle was a darling.

She had outdone herself this time, I thought with a mischievous grin as I held it up and inspected the gown.

*

Deep, rich green in colour with sequins that shimmered as the light caught them when I moved, the gown set off my deep brown hair beautifully. I had curled the ends of my hair and now it hung like a soft, sensuous cloud, reaching to my hips.

*

The material was heavy yet soft on the skin, with thin straps for sleeves and a gently flaring skirt that swished with every step I took. It looked beautiful. No, it held an alluring, a come-hither type of look. It had a deep back, plunging almost to my a*s and a small zipper there that I could not reach despite my best efforts. The neck plunged daringly, cupping my breasts lovingly. I had only worn my panties but had left out my bra since the gown moulded itself to my full chest.

I decided to leave out any jewellery, opting to retain the only piece I constantly wore, the key-shaped diamond pendant on the thin gold necklace.

It rested prominently on the plump, pale mounds of my breasts, contrasting fiercely with my gown. The tiny emerald studs I chose twinkled in a subdued fashion, heightening the elegance of my attire.

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Humming softly, I finished my look.

My scarlet mouth,

My smoky-eyed make-up.

Yes, it was just what I wanted.

I had opted not to wear heels that would hurt my back. I would only reach up to Lucien’s shoulder in my elegant flat footwear, but I could not care. I was not about to hurt my babies for the sake of fashion!

I could hear Lucien approaching, and I pretended to be fiddling with the zipper as he entered.

*

My breath caught in my throat as I met his eyes in the mirror. Lucien looked dangerously sexy, not handsome, his cold, hard face would never be termed handsome. But the animal virility he exuded made me weak at the knees. His grey eyes slid over me, darkening to blue as they rested on my curvy figure. The slight baby bump was evident but only just a bit. I dimpled at him and then pouted.

“Help me with this zipper, Lucien. I cannot reach it…’

He stood for a moment, his eyes clashing with mine. He knew exactly what I was doing.

*

Lucien

Like tempting a hungry man with a feast and then forcing him to watch without letting him get at it, he thought, his shaft rearing as he looked at her.

Proserpina had a natural sexiness, but tonight, she had deliberately played upon it and she looked ravishing. The gentle hug of the gown accentuated her curves, the full mouth and smoky eyes, suggesting, hinting at something. He growled deep. Added to that, the f*cking gown that showed off her full, luscious creamy breasts, the diamond key resting there, proclaiming that she belonged to him. His face tightened.

She was toying with him, no more than merely toying with him, he thought furiously. The beast in him raged, raring to get at her, to tear off the clothes from her body and make her know what it was to play with him.

*

He was a man with an almost insatiable libido. They made love every night, this woman and he, more than once. She let him use her, submitting eagerly to him. Now, he felt deprived. But another thought kept rising within him; was he a pervert? He was lusting crazily after this woman, who was pregnant with his twins.

The seed he had embedded in her fertile womb.

*

His c*ck hardened painfully, the balls tightening ferociously. It was all that he could do not to leap at her. Instead, he stood, watching her, his heavy-lidded, unwavering gaze making her face turn a delicate pink.

‘Lucien,’ she said, her voice trembling just a bit. He noticed it and felt vindicated. Ah, so his little wife wanted him as badly as he did, eh?

Then, raising her eyes to meet his in the mirror, she murmured,

‘I…I cannot reach that zip…please help…’

*

He felt the rush of blood to his groin and he had to clench his fists. He had always taken women when he pleased. This woman, who was the only one he wanted now, she was forcing him to beg, to obey her, to tantalize him…

And one part of him knew that he was loving it too.

Silently, he stepped forward fluidly, his warm, calloused hands trailing down her back. Two can play the game, he thought grimly and ran his hands over her exposed back. She trembled and a small sigh escaped her.

“Lucien…’ the words in a long drawn-out sigh.

“Stop it, just zip me up, please…’

*

He smiled to himself, bending to her nape, nuzzling, sucking and then biting her sensitive spot as she leaned back into him.

His hands were on her full breasts, fondling roughly. He wanted to take the nipples that were now hard, in his mouth, bite them too.

Hoarsely he grunted,

‘Why the f*ck are you naked under this f*cking thing?’ he growled, his hands busy, twisting her nipples through the material as he bent over her, his big body covering her.

“All the better to help you touch them…owww!’ she squealed as he spanked her round ass hard. He glanced at the mirror and felt his c*ck would burst through the material of his tailored pants.

She looked tantalizing, bent over the dressing table, lips parted, her eyes dancing; her body was half exposed in this angle. As for him, he looked like a primitive beast, lips drawn back in a snarl, the wild lust evident in his eyes, ready to plunge his member into her as she danced away. His hair was white now and they made such a contrast, this vibrant, gorgeous woman with her voluptuous body, ripe for the picking, who was so unconsciously sexy.

Proserpina and he were like April and December, someone had said callously and he felt it now, the difference in their ages. She was youthful, while he…? He needed to stamp his possession on her.

“Don’t f*cking play games with me, woman.’ He barked hoarsely as she stepped closer to him, her eyes dancing with mischief while she slipped a small hand down to fondle his tented trousers, caressing his fly. Reaching up to drop flyaway kisses over his jaw, she ignored his threat completely and then turned away, almost dismissively, to touch up her mouth.

*

He glowered at her as he stood, his hands bunched in fists to stop himself from lunging at her

“Stop your f*cking games, woman. Or I swear, I shall keep you here, tear off that pretty f*cking gown to shreds and f*ck you so hard, you will not be able to get up.’

She turned to him, dimpling in that flirtatious way that made the blood go straight to his head. She moved closer cheekily, and the scent of her body was a heady aphrodisiac.

Stroking his lips with a small finger, she drawled seductively, as she leant into him.

“Ah, promises, promises, empty ones, all of them…Master, shall we leave?’