Owning the Mafia Don

Lucien

It was the same all throughout the long, silent journey to the Club. He was aware of her with every pore of his body, his c*ck at half-mast, painful and hard within his immaculate trousers. He tried to concentrate on the messages landing on his phones, tried to read his emails but her alluring presence, her long hair with the fragrance of vanilla that brushed him as she moved, made his staff jump with excitement.

He was conscious that she was doing this deliberately, her small mischievous dimpled smiles, the full mouth with the plump lips glistening as she touched up her lipstick, the way she accidentally fell against him as the car swerved sharply, her full breasts pressing into his arm, her lovely face turned up to him apologetically…

Yes, she was playing with him. But she was playing with fire, white-hot fire at that, he thought grimly, his jaw tightening as he scowled down at her.

Suddenly, in a fit of passion, he gripped her long hair, forcing her to tilt her neck up to him, and lowering his head, he kissed her, crushing her laughing mouth brutally, his tongue in her forcing her to accept him. He bit her lower lip hard before releasing her, satisfied at her dishevelled state. The breathless way she sat up her cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment and arousal made him want to ask the men to stop the car so that he could satisfy his craving, his hot lust.

But he made do with the pleasure of seeing her disturbed state, highly aroused and flushed, the way she avoided looking at him…

“Not so much of a temptress anymore, eh, little one?’ he, growled, leaning back and watching as she straightened the deep neck of her gown, that f*cking gown that revealed so much, he thought grimly.

She turned to him, dimpling as she said in a soft murmur.

“But YOU still have to wait till I decide to let you into MY bed.’

*

Proserpina

All too soon, we were at the Club.

I still remembered the day I had first come here, how I had run into Lucien Delano for the very first time,

How I had fallen into his arms.

How he had made love to me, the dominant alpha that he was, forcefully, hungrily…

And how I still longed to be at his mercy!

I sighed softly. Then became aware of my husband, alert as ever, who had been watching me. He gave a rumble of satisfaction and I avoided his knowing eyes as I blushed. The wretched man knew exactly what I had been thinking of.

He extended his hand to me as I stepped out. I stumbled and he pulled me into his arms.

“So you remember, little one?’ he growled in his deep baritone. And then he was crushing me in his arms and kissing me, a hot searing kiss.

I tried to resist; we were after all, at the entrance and I knew, the cynosure of a lot of interested eyes.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

But my husband, ever the arrogant male, did not seem to care.

I gave in to him, my arms going around his neck, leaning into him, succumbing to his lips.

*

‘Hey, folks!’ came Schwartz’ laughing voice, ‘Get inside and get a room, for God’s sake!’

Blushing, I pushed my husband’s strong arms away and climbed up the steps, holding Lucien’s hand.

‘You look ravishing.’ asked Schwartz, grinning ‘Planning on seducing anyone tonight?’ and he winked knowingly.

*

Lucien grunted in an irritated manner as I reached up and kissed my best friend on his cheek. But the soft, loving, regretful look in Schwartz’ eyes made me move away, back to the safety of my husband’s bulk.

I smiled at Handsome James.

‘Is Aiyana here?’ I asked softly and he beamed.

“She’s inside.’

Lucien gripped my arm and hauled me away.

I turned to look at him, the unsmiling face, the rigid posture as he guided me inside.

‘Lucien…’ I smiled at him. Both of us were well aware that I was only teasing him; that I would never want another man but him in my life. That y body only belonged to him as did my soul…

*

I glanced at the old passageway leading to his former office where we had first met where he had made savage love to me and claimed me, stamped his ownership upon me.

After the incident when Shark had tried to kill us and Lucien had shot him down, the entire wing had been demolished and rebuilt. The rooms that had now sprung up were the kitchens and the aroma of exotic cuisine wafted across as we walked to the Hall where the Senator was hosting his party.

*

My feet slowed down. Lucien had announced his decision to marry me in this very hall; I had been unprepared for his declaration.

*

He must have sensed that I was not too comfortable. His arm slid around my waist and we came to a stop. His men immediately closed around us. Just as he was about to speak, the loud voice of the Senator boomed close by and I shrank a little. The man was an old toad. He kept touching my arm and I disliked his wet clammy kiss on my cheek.

To my relief, Lucien stepped forward, still holding me to him, and said,

“Senator.’

The older man’s eyes slid over me, slowly. Landing on my chest, where the diamond pendant flashed quiet fire. The look on his face altered.

‘She’s your sub? How interesting.’

He murmured lasciviously.

And then, thumping Lucien on the shoulder, he said,

‘How about sharing, man? Eh? Like old times?’

And roared with laughter at what he thought was a joke.

*

I moved closer to Lucien, feeling the rigidity of his body and I knew he was furious.

I smiled at the Senator brilliantly and said, quietly,

“Oh, but I want to warn you; My husband is a very possessive man, Senator. He does not believe in sharing anything. Not anymore.’

The man looked from me to Lucien and then, with a sickly smile, he stepped to one side, letting us in.

He did not try to trail his hand down my arm as he used to do.

Lucien gave a grunt and pulled me to his side.

‘Little vixen.’ He said it, but the pride in his voice was clear.

*

Sophie

She saw them right away, Proserpina who looked sensuous and probably had every man in the room wanting to leap into bed with her, thought Sophie jealously.

The woman looked gorgeous, her gown showing off her curves and her smile; Damn, she was glowing with happiness.

As she drifted across the room, a tray of drinks in her hands, she saw Proserpina notice her, a smile beginning to appear on her lovely features. Sophie looked away and turned to walk in the other direction. The fleeting look of hurt and surprise she spotted on Proserpina’s face made her feel sadistically good.

*

Proserpina

Spotting Danielle and Grace, I made my way to them and stood, chatting and laughing. I was aware of the many appreciative glances I was receiving from many of the

guests, men and women alike.

‘Why are they staring?’ I asked Danielle quietly as a woman clinging to a man passed us and both of them stared at me as though I was an oddity.

‘They want to see the woman who has ensnared the Boss. And made him a slave,’ teased Grace, sliding her arm around my waist affectionately

I felt my face colour. I turned to look around the room, my eyes searching for my husband. I met the eyes of Paul Worthington and I shuddered. The open lust on his face made me nauseous.

*

Once, I noticed Sophie but she looked through me, to my surprise.

“Ah, ignore the damn c*nt.’ Snapped Danielle when she saw my expression.

*

As though tugged by an invisible thread, I turned to the opposite side of the room. Lucien was nursing a drink, a fist in his trouser pocket, his grey eyes on me, unwavering.

I smiled slightly. I felt totally out of place here. Yes, I was laughing and smiling and responding politely.

A woman approached Lucien; I recognised her; she was the mother of Brad, the man who had come close to destroying my happiness once before.

To my fury, the woman wrapped her body around Lucien and kissed him. I glared at my husband before turning away.

*

Schwartz was beside me, Aiyana with him. There were a couple of young men with them and Schwartz introduced them, Allen and Jose, Aiyana’s acquaintances, he said. They were doing research on a project about native practises and religions for a series of films.

*

We began an animated conversation on Buddhist studies and they were amazed to hear that I was heading the Centre at Japan. Jose kept staring at me and I was aware that he found me attractive. Allen, who was around my age, smiled at me appreciatively and I dimpled at him.

I was furious with Lucien. If he could accept kisses from women, I would jolly well flirt, I told myself.

*

At one point, when I was laughing at some joke made by Alan, I felt them sober up abruptly.

Even before I heard his voice, I knew Lucien had materialized behind me.

“Woman,’ he rasped in that intimidating way of his,

‘I think we should leave now.’

The two young men stared at him, cowed down by the man who looked so overpowering.

“You need to remember that you are breeding.’

He went on, deliberately, making me flush in annoyance.

I rolled my eyes.

*

Both young men looked mortified and melted away.

“Did you HAVE to say that?’ I grumbled crossly, pouting.

“Come on, woman,’ he said, gripping my arm.

“We have some unfinished business.’

“But…Lucien…’

I murmured not wanting to create a scene.

*

“People are watching us,’ I hissed as he half dragged me away.

‘They want to see the woman whose pretty little c*nt has Lucien Delano captivated,’ he growled and watched as he saw my cheeks turn pink. He tugged me to the elevator and I knew what was about to happen.

His men came with us and then we were on our way to the penthouse suite Lucien had at the top of the Club. I could sense my husband’s impatience; all he wanted was to tear off my gown and take me and if the silent men had not been with us, that is exactly what he would have done, I thought wryly.

*

Worthington sipped on a drink and watched them go.

Ah, the hunger in the Boss’ eyes was evident. No guesses to see what those two were going to do. Certainly not slipping away for a quick game of chess, he thought and grinned at his own joke.

Lucien Delano’s obsession with his beautiful wife was going to cause him the greatest sorrow he had endured, thought Worthington, stroking his thin moustache gleefully.