Owning the Mafia Don

Proserpina

I was torn between wanting to hate the man, who was holding me and making my heart pound, the wetness to pool between my thighs, to sag against him and let him continue to kiss me.

The others left, Schwartz with a quizzical gleam in his eyes and the girl called Sophie who grinned at me. Danielle was her brisk self, stomping out of the room; the after-fight party would begin in an hour and she had things to take care of. Grace smiled tremulously at me as she left.

Lucien turned to me the moment they had left, his hands pulling down my crop top but I was not going to give in so easily.

Pushing him away, I said fiercely,

‘No, Lucien. No.’

He stared at me, bewildered and angered that I could resist him; then as he understood what I was saying he said, drawing me to him,

“Woman, you need to trust me.’

I pushed hard at his deep chest and created a space between us.

“Lucien Delano,’ I said quietly, taking a deep breath,’ I can tolerate a lot. I have waited for you, I have put up with a lot for you. But’, and I met his eyes as I spoke, spiritedly.

“BUT I am not going to stand back and watch while you get into bed with that …creature.’ I could not hide the repugnance in my voice.

He looked at me, the grey-blue eyes tired. The physical strain of having been punched mercilessly notwithstanding, I could make out the lines on his face. There was a darkening bruise on his cheek that was swelling and growing purple. They made him seem older than the late forties.

I took a breath again and spoke quietly. Dauntlessly. Clearly.

“I will leave you. For good. And take the children with me.’

He stiffened. All the happiness, the laughter left his face. He looked old suddenly. Beaten. I saw fear in his face. The fear of losing those he loved.

“You mean it?’ he asked in a dangerously soft voice.” Woman? Would you really leave me?’

I nodded my head vigorously, too upset to speak.

We were standing close, so close that I was almost in his arms. But I had delivered my ultimatum and he knew from my serious expression that I was determined.

Taking a shaky breath because I was so overwrought I went on, my fists on his chest, holding him at bay.

“When you went from one woman’s bed to that of another, I waited Lucien. I waited because I loved you. I still love you but I refuse to be treated like that.’

And then, defiantly, I added,

“You can dominate me in bed, but I am not going to be a spineless …submissive THING outside of the bedroom,’

His cold eyes seemed to be, assessing me anew. Shifting, he placed his hands on either side of the wall behind me, trapping me. The musky male smell, along with the fragrance of the expensive lemony soap he used surrounded me. I looked into his steely eyes, undaunted.

He stood, his arms on either side of my face on the wall, penning me in but not holding me. He took his time but when he spoke his voice rough with emotion, I could see the effort it was taking him.

“Dana and I had a thing going on years ago. For many years. I met her when I was setting out on my… umm… career’

His lips twisted in self-derision

Pensively, he looked at me, taking in my expression as he said it.

“We were young, reckless… we enjoyed f*cking. She enjoyed being f*cked roughly. And I could never have enough of sticking it into a wet, willing hole.’

I cringed

He did not need to add that the savage lovemaking he indulged in was the only way he knew to have sex. And bitterly, I realised that I was a slave to his desires too, welcoming his brutal use of my body.

I stiffened and turned my face away. But he would have none of it.

He reached out and gripped my chin as he growled,

“You must have been in a cradle in those days, my little Woman.’

I stood still, breathing harshly as he went on, tracing my lips with a thick finger. The sadness in his tone made me want to hug him but I stood stock still.

“She was sexy as hell. And available’ he swooped down and took a nip at my earlobe as I huffed and shifted, pulling a face and trying to push him away.

‘ Completely uninhibited. Ever ready to do anything I asked her to do. If I had asked her to f*ck a roomful of men, she would have done it.’

I slapped his hand away.

” What was she, your pet performing monkey? So little self-esteem?’ I snapped nastily. ‘I actually feel sorry for her.’

“Jealous, little girl?’ he growled, a hint of a hard smile on his craggy features. He forced me to meet his eyes, pressing his lower body against mine. Searching my face, he gripped my chin and brought his mouth down on mine, biting my lower lip.

Nibbling my lip, a hand on my throat, he went on,

“She was always ambitious. Wanted to become a great star. She became one, all right. Dana became Catalina. A porn star. She was notorious.’ His hand slid further down but I pushed at it, resisting him my legs pressed together, denying him access.

Meeting my eyes, he said,’ We kept in touch but the zing was not there anymore. When we f*cked, I knew she was not enough.’

As I stiffened, bristling, he went on, his voice rough,

“Yes, we met; I fu*ked her off and on.’

He kissed my throat and went on,

‘She was one of many women I bedded before you, Woman.’

There was no apology in his voice. He was simply being honest.

I pushed him away, fiercely. But the bulge in his trousers was pressing against me as he went on. Softly, kissing my eyes, my nose as he spoke, he murmured, gently, his pale eyes blazing with an emotion I could not fathom.

“Then I saw you. And no one else mattered.’

His mouth was slanting on mine now and I was lost; the hunger in me, which I had been denying, surfaced with a vengeance and I softened, made weak by his words. For I knew my Mafia Don; he had never made such a declaration of love ever before.

After a pause, raising his head, his eyes glinting with passion, he continued, hoarsely, his hard length pressing into me.

“I tried to fight that. F*ck knows how hard I tried to get over you, get you out of my system. Tried to tell myself that one woman could not satisfy me. That I needed more than one.’

I slapped his face but I was also breathless with want.

He laughed a short bark of pain and went on.

“They told me you were too young. Too innocent; that you could not satisfy me, like a woman who was experienced with men could .’

I tried to move out of his arms.

Angry with him.

He captured me easily and held me fast as he growled, his face in my hair, speaking in a tender baritone.

“But you changed that, woman. With your trust, your innocence, this body and your faith in me… You and my children.’

He placed his hand on my stomach, stroking me softly.

“You are all I want. Trust me, woman.’

The plea in his voice was real as he went on in a low tone.

“I cannot live without you and my children. I can’t’

He kissed me again and I melted in his arms, barely aware that he had jerked my top off my body. When he bent his head to suck at my nipples, I pushed him away. Covering myself crossly.

There was still a matter to discuss.

“And that woman?’ I snapped, in a breathless voice, trying to resist him, pushing at his hard, muscular chest.

Yet the annoyance was muted.

“She is just a pawn. I want to use her to draw out Dmitri. And she will do that for me.’

But I continued, my voice husky with desire yet firm, holding him at arm’s length.

‘Lucien Delano, let me warn you. If I so much as hear about you trying to touch her, I am so done.’

I held him away as he raked his eyes over my obstinate, firm expression. I went on,

“I will NOT sit around looking the other way, Lucien, pawn or not!’

He met my eyes and saw that I meant it.

He grunted his assent.

“I swear, I will never do anything to hurt you, woman.’ He said roughly.

I believed him.

His hands were seeking, searching, touching me in my softest core, invading my most secret places I was thrumming with passion. I gasped and then, gave in to him. He took me, gently at first and then as the need in him became uncontrollable, he entered me as I thrashed helplessly below him, calling out his name as I climaxed.