Owning the Mafia Don

Proserpina

When Lucien sauntered in for breakfast, I glanced at him and looked away quickly, a blush stealing up my face. In a casual shirt, the open buttons revealing the crisp grey hairs matting his chest, the jeans hugging his powerful thighs, he looked as cool and in charge as ever.

How does he do it? I thought. I felt drained and my sex was sore, my breasts hurt and I had dressed in a blouse that covered my chest. The bite marks on my breasts were prominent, and I did not want anyone to notice. His eyes raked me, and his lips twisted knowingly as I turned away dimpling.

He was almost two decades older than me, this lover of mine, yet he could make me climax helplessly; make me beg for him so effortlessly.

He was on the phone again, a frown appearing on his harsh face as he listened.

*

Ria looked up at him and in her customary, blunt manner, she demanded,

“Have you and Mumma been making babies again, Pappa?’

Her father looked up and into my hot, flushed face as I stormed across to her, slapping her small hand sharply.

‘You are NOT going to speak like that again, Ria Delano!’

My daughter’s face crumpled, and she began to sob. I felt contrite but Lucien was beside her in a moment.

*

He lifted her into his strong arms and said.

“Hey, hey, pumpkin…don’t cry… little one…’

His words of endearment only made her sob even more loudly.

Claude, never one to be overshadowed, threw a bowl of cereal onto the floor and bawled, waiting to emerge as the centre of attention again.

Piers watched us, his cool blue eyes interested but not necessarily involved. I saw his hand sneak under the table, and he pulled out his tablet and settled to read.

The little puppy, who had come along with us on the twins’ insistence, rushed to the cereal and began to lap it up greedily.

The maids were looking from one to the other, trying to decide what they should do and suddenly, I saw the humour in it all and began to laugh. Giggling helplessly, I leant against my astonished husband, who wrapped a strong around my waist.

*

He smiled and said soothingly to my startled-looking Ria,

” Don’t worry, pumpkin. When I put babies in your Mumma’s belly, she becomes a little crazy.’

He kissed the top of her head lovingly and his gaze shifted to me, raunchy eyes glowing with mischief.

I felt my face flame. The man was incorrigible.

*

Ria’s tears stopped.

She looked at me with pity and whispered to her father,

“Maybe you should stop, Pappa.’

“Aha, ‘ said my crafty, shameless husband, shaking his head sadly, his eyes dancing, ‘But she won’t let me.’

“Stop it!’ I shouted.

The maids had been listening alertly, their cheeks pink as they followed the conversation of the father and daughter duo although the two had been speaking softly.

“Mumma,’ said Ria earnestly, turning to me, “It’s okay. Philippe said his Mama and Papa always …’

She did not finish her sentence.

“I shall get rid of this interfering Philippe and his family if he fills your head with any more nonsense,’ roared Lucien setting Ria down on her chair.

“I will throw them out…’

And then, as his daughter’s bottom lip began to quiver and the grey eyes, so like his, filled with tears, he added comfortingly,

“Ah, no. I won’t do that, princess.’

*

Claude was now throwing an almighty tantrum. Since Ria, his arch-rival, was hogging the limelight, he was feeling very annoyed. No one was looking his way. He squeezed his small fists and his face was red as he opened his mouth and bawled, eyes squeezed shut.

Lucien scowled at him in irritation and then, meeting my eyes he said quickly over the din,

“What does my son want?’

‘Ask him yourself,’ I retorted rudely and picked up the fat baby who immediately quietened down and lowered his head to my shoulder, looking angelic.

*

Lucien

He followed his wife to the lakeside. She stood with Claude on the side, watching as the twins splashed around in joy, screaming and shouting. Claude began to flail his arms wildly, screeching, willing to join.

‘Let him down,’ growled Lucien and was rewarded with a cross look from his wife.

“Will you go in with him?’ snapped Proserpina, trying hard to restrain the youngster, who was now screaming.

‘Yes,’ he grunted.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

He went inside and returned in a few minutes, his hard muscular physique draped in only a pair of swimming trunks.

Proserpina coloured as she dragged her eyes from his crotch.

He met her eyes with amusement and said,

‘Give him to me.’

The startled-looking Claude was handed over to his father, and before he knew it, he was being carried to the lake with his brawny parent.

He let out a wail and then began to splash in glee as Lucien held him in his strong arms and began to make him paddle.

The twins came over, excited and eager to join in the fun.

Lucien glanced at Proserpina.

“Come on, wife.’ He said, smiling slightly, “Join us.”

The guards were around wariness in every move and in their eyes.

Proserpina

I smiled and hitching up my skirt, entered the water. Immediately, Lucien tugged me in till I was waist-deep in water, being splashed by my children as my husband held me firmly.

‘Stop it,’ I squealed as the children got me wet. Claude, safe in the powerful arms of his father, yelled and screeched along with the others. Beston came to the edge of the water and I felt the change in Lucien’s demeanour. He pulled me to him so that I was squashed against his hard chest and rasped tersely,

“Yes?

‘

Beston spoke, in his usual calm way.

‘Sir, it’s an open area…’

Lucien nodded and turned to the kids.

“Time to move.’ He said and the twins gave in. They knew that when their father gave them an order, it meant business. He handed Claude to the maid and gripping my arm, we went inside quickly.

Beatrice had kept towels ready for us and she waddled off with plump Claude in her arms. I walked into the bathroom, humming as I shed my clothes. Lucien joined me soon after.

He seemed a little tense, and I wound my arms around his waist.

“We are on holiday, Master.’ I said, biting his arm playfully.

He grunted, gripping my hand and placing it on his hard shaft.

I giggled and moved away.

“Oh no. ‘ I sang. ‘Time to be with the kids.’ He growled and let me hurry out, joining us in a while. But then again, work and bad news arrived.

*

‘Woman,” he said gruffly at lunch as we ate, ‘We need to leave tomorrow morning.’ The twins immediately began to protest, but one word from Lucien silenced them.

“I have work.” He snapped.

They looked at me, pleading silently, but I avoided their eyes.

As I served him, Lucien placed a strong arm around my waist and pulled me onto his lap.

‘Woman,’ he growled close to my ear,

‘I wanted to spend more time here.’

I nodded

‘But it is …I have some urgent work back home. And it is not safe here for all of you.”

*

Sighing, I turned to look at him and ran my hand across his strong jaw. “Yes, Lucien, ‘ I murmured, ‘I understand.’

He grunted, keen eyes looking past my face, knowing I was disappointed.

“I will make it up to you.’ He growled, biting my lower lip tenderly.

*

We left the next afternoon. I overslept, all the excitement and the peacefulness of the place having lulled me into a deep sleep. Lucien had held me in his arms, and I had fallen asleep, smiling.

*

As we turned to the road that led to our home, we saw a small car standing at the gate.

“Look, look, Mumma!’ shouted Ria and Piers, who had been keenly watching out for the house.

“It’s Paddy and his aunt.’

I sat up straight, feeling Lucien’s displeasure. He did not like Sophie. He had agreed to keep on paying her mother’s hospital bills because I had begged him to. Left to himself, he would have made sure she was thrown out on the streets.

I sat up, smiling in spite of myself. I had liked the girl. I could not fathom what had happened to her to turn her into such a mean person.

‘” What does she want?’ came Lucien’s deep baritone.