Loving the Mafia Don

Lucien

After they had bathed again, he carried her back to the bedroom. She had her arms draped around his neck and was already nodding off. Proserpina had been exhausted and had stood like a child as he bathed her and dried her.

He cursed himself for having taken her repeatedly but she was too much for him to resist.

The need to have her milk his thick shaft was too great.

As he gently laid her on the bed and drew the sheets over her, she clung to him and murmured with a sleepy, seductive smile,

“I love you, Lucien…’

With a contented sigh, she turned over and slid off into a deep sleep.

But Lucien lay awake, troubled.

*

Schwartz had called him. He had information, he said, that Dmitri was going to make a do or die attempt to get back at Lucien.

Through the people, he loved the most, his family.

*

Lucien had arranged for the security to be increased. He had no intention of going anywhere without his family till the man was killed.

But.

He turned to look at the woman who was sleeping be