Owning the Mafia Don

Proserpina

In a day’s time, we were winging our way back to Hollowford, seated in the same aircraft that had transported us here. I was sad to leave the beautiful house but I was truly longing to be back to Hollowford where I had lived with my husband for so long…

Snuggling up to him, I sighed. He was immersed in his tablet, tapping away, his face a grim study of concentration. His cell phones lay near at hand and every so often, he would glance at them.

Beatrice had accompanied us. Sophie was left to return with the rest of the staff, by road. I had wanted to bring Paddy along with us but Lucien had brusquely shot down the idea.

The maids were also accompanying us and I knew they were somewhere behind, seated in the back. Ria and Piers had initially run around the large aircraft, but one stern look from their father had made them subside. Now they were asleep on the large bed in the spacious sleeping quarters. I sighed again, rubbing my hand over my stomach. I felt slightly queasy and had only had a couple of dry biscuits.

Suddenly Lucien’s large hand was on mine, gently following the motions of my hand as he stroked my slightly rounding baby bump.

“You feeling ok, woman?’ he growled.

I looked into his grey eyes, so cold and cynical but now narrowed in concern and smiled. Leaning up, I kissed the side of his harsh mouth, lingeringly. Daringly, I put out the tip of my tongue and licked his lower lip before moving away with a stifled giggle when he turned his head to capture my mouth.

His eyes went to my dimpling face, hovering on my mouth and he said in a rough voice,

‘Stop it, woman or I might just tear off your clothes and f*ck you right here.’

The absurdity of the statement made me giggle.

I laughed and touched his harsh face, tracing his mouth, and gasped as he bit my journeying finger, hard.

‘You left your mark on me, little woman, Remember last night?’; he said, still in a hoarse voice.

I blushed.

He went on, his voice still a harsh whisper,

“And I let you get away with it. Such actions should be punished, don’t you think, eh?’

I remembered being unable to control myself, and I had sunk my teeth into his shoulder and let him have a taste of what he did to me so often.

“Getting pregnant makes you a wild thing, doesn’t it,’ he went on conversationally, lowering his tablet and turning in his seat to look at me as he continued, conversationally in a growl,

‘You become like a greedy hellcat … eager to have my c*ck…’ His eyes gleamed, and I felt my face grow warm.

‘And one that is not easily sated at that, woman.’

‘Sssh! Someone will hear us.’ I said, urgently, suddenly aware that I had awakened the sleeping beast in my lover. And feeling excited and fearful about what might happen next. I could feel the wetness between my thighs and knew my panties would be dripping wet in a few minutes if Lucien continued to talk.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

He placed his tablet on the table beside him and turned to face me.

‘My plane. My Woman.’ He growled, and I dimpled at him.

“So if I want to take you here, I will.’ He went on slowly, his eyes on my mouth.

Arrogant as ever, I thought as I licked my lips provocatively.

And then stopped as I saw the glint in his eyes.

He would not dare… I thought, breathing faster.

He leaned into me, his hot breath fanning my cheeks as he murmured,

“Do you doubt me, woman?’

“No, Sir.’ I breathed. And I could not refrain from teasing him a little.

‘But this is impossible even for you, my Master.’ I murmured, tracing my finger down his trouser leg, stopping inches away from what I could see was a huge hard-on. Teasingly, I let my hand trail over his hard member and he grunted.

The children were occupying the bed and I knew Lucien would not do anything to disturb them.

Condescendingly, almost pityingly, I said in a soft tone,

‘ Let us wait till the aircraft touches down. And then you may…’

He looked at me, his cold eyes heating up, glowing with a desire to take up my challenge. His eyes dropped to my demure white suit, lingering on my full breasts straining against the buttons and I prettily placed a hand on his hard jaw and whispered.

“There, there, Lucien Delano. You cannot win ’em all. You might be a Boss and all that on the ground but up here…’

I let my voice trail away and lightly flicked his hard cheek.

His eyes narrowed to slits as he grabbed my hand and turning my palm to his warm mouth, he bit the inside of my thumb. I groaned, shuddering. Just the feel of his mouth made me want to arch my body into him.

‘Challenging me, eh, my little slave?’ he rasped softly and I shivered in anticipation at the note in his silky tone and pouted.

“Would I dare, Master?’ I whispered saucily.

The cold eyes burnt into me, branding me as his belonging.

He came to a decision. Gripping my elbow firmly, he stood up.

“Get up, woman.’ he ordered hoarsely.

Raising my head, I stared at him in bewilderment.

Lowering his voice so that I was the only one who could hear him, he growled,

‘I am taking you to the washroom. I need to put my co*k in you, where it belongs and teach you a few lessons. And while we are about it, I need to tutor you on obedience, little wife.’

He stood up and I rose to my feet, knowing that he meant what he was saying. My breathing was swifter and I knew I was getting aroused just by seeing the determined look on my husband’s face. He was going to make good on his threat. And I longed for it.

Truly, being pregnant made my hormones go wild, I thought hysterically. I simply could not have enough of this man. And the more dominant he was, the more my body seemed to ask for it.

The maids glanced at me questioningly but one look at Lucien’s hard face and they lowered their eyes hastily. They were mortally afraid of him.

‘I need to use the washroom,’ I said brightly as I was led away, my lover’s hard hand in the small of my back guiding me purposefully to the washroom.