All Chapters of The Mafia Don's Obsession: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

When I stood before the mirror in the large, spacious bathroom, I could see that my stomach was still firm, and there was no outward indication of the change in my body. which was good, I thought grimly.I looked around me again—at the little house where we had spent so many hours in love.I had blissfully imagined it to be ours, a love nest, but now I saw it for what it was, the way the world looked at it: a House to Keep a Mistress.to be vacated when the next one turned up.Sinking to the floor wearily, I asked myself, "Had it ever been love?"Lucien had never once told me that he loved me.Even in the heat of our lovemaking, a part of him was always in control. Even when his pale eyes glittered in lust, he was able to be in charge, while I must have said that I loved him a million times!The brutal truth was staring me in the face now, and I knew I had no options left.For the Mafia Don, my lover, I was just a woman who had taken his fancy for some obscure reason.The spring and w

Lucien DelanoHe returned to his office, where the arms dealers from Albania were supposed to be waiting for him. The scent of her body remained on his clothes and on his skin, and he felt himself hardening at the thought of the abandoned way she had behaved in the room, urging him to come in.Swearing darkly, he made his way to the washroom, trying to regain control. The little vixen had proved that it would not be easy for him to dump her, as he was used to doing with his other women. He was still hungry for her, and the need to possess her made him stamp his seal on her wheat-colored body, which was firm and plump, enticing him.The hot spray hit his body, and he shut his eyes, picturing her youthfulness, her gasp as he thrust into her ferociously, her small hands clawing at him frantically...He groaned. When he was discussing matters with the wily Albanians, he needed to have a clear head, not a sex-addled brain.It was as he was stepping out of the bath after a much-needed, quic

Proserpina The evening was calm. Dusk settled over the valley gracefully, like a soft shawl tenderly wrapped around the shoulders of the mountain peaks that surrounded the tiny monastery, which lay half hidden on the slopes of the mountains. I smiled as I straightened up, having rocked my twins to sleep. Almost a year and a half old now, my son, little Piers, drifted off to sleep almost immediately. My daughter, Ria, was the stubborn one who went to sleep unwillingly. I tucked the cotton sheet around her plump little body, dropping a kiss on her golden curls. "A real fighter," I thought fondly. "Like her father," said a small voice inside me. I sighed and stood up wearily. This had become my home—this little monastery tucked away on the hillside of the Himalayas. The orderly, serene life of the Buddhist nuns and their unconditional acceptance had been a balm on my sore heart, and when I gave birth to the children, the nuns nursed me with tender care. Yet the thoughts of Lucie

Releasing my arms, he grasped a handful of my hair in his fist, winding the other arm savagely around my waist, trapping me effortlessly in a brutal embrace that had nothing to do with love. As I gasped in pain, he brought his head down, kissing me with ferocity and grinding his mouth on mine. There was no love, no gentleness. Only he needs to brand me as his.When he raised his head, I could taste blood. He flung me away, his face mirroring self-disgust.Breathing hard, wide-eyed with shock and a host of conflicting emotions, I watched him, touching my bruised mouth, aware that I would have darkening bruises on my arms where he had sunk his hard fingers into my arms in such a brutish way.He turned, his eyes glinting almost evilly in the feeble lighting. His eyes dropped to my heavy breasts, the nipples clearly outlined through the coarse cloth of my gown, because he still had the power to arouse me, even with his cruelty. With a low growl, he came closer again, roughly fondling my f

ProserpinaWhen we stopped to refuel and where I have no idea. All I recall is the landing on American soil and groggily getting out of the car in front of the large house I had visited once before, the night Lucien had seduced me so thoroughly.My heart pounding, I studied the house in the twilight. It was as large as I remembered and as grotesque.The wide pathway, the well-maintained gardens, the swimming pool in the distance, glistening invitingly in the evening sun, everything bespoke wealth. Spanish arches, wide verandas and wrought iron balconies completed the look of extravagance. And the entire sprawling estate was bounded by on all sides a high wall. The sentries at the door were also conspicuous in their presence. As the car sped past the huge iron gates and the cubicle where the guard sat, I was dimly aware of the feeling that I was entering a fortress.I shuddered.The night I had visited, it had seemed an ugly sprawling building. In the gathering dusk, I made a kinder as