Philippe stood outside the door, his palms sweaty. He had made up his mind. There was no going back; he was going to ask the Mafia Don for his permission.
It had been sitting on his chest, like a weight. He loved Ria. And he knew that she felt the same about him; so why not go ahead and ask the Don for his blessings?
He had seen Proserpina Delano and James Schwartz enter the rooms where the Don had retired for a break after his strenuous schedule; the man had not been back to his house all week. He had been holding meetings with various people scattered all over the globe, physical meets as well as virtual ones. All with one purpose; to crush the Monk who was holed away in some part of the country, licking his wounds like an animal for his attempt to spirit away Lucien Delano’s younger daughter had not worked out.
And Lucien Delano was powerful and influential enough to get his way. He had already smashed the Monk’s base in Hollowford and in other places in the US. He was now working to eradicate the entire setup which Dmitri Rudenko had painstakingly built up in Europe as well.
*
The young Capo approached the stairs which led to the Don’s private rooms. The men outside bowed respectfully as they saw him; everyone knew him and also knew about his relationship with Ria. This was one reason why he wished to come clean and marry her. Not for him the hole-in-the-corner kind of meetings, the furtive sex in hidden places. He was not ashamed of his love for her. And more importantly, he did not want anyone to think any less of his girl. He did not want anyone to call her easy and look at her with desire or disdain. Once he had slipped a ring onto her finger, he knew that no one would dare to look at her in any way but in the way the wife of the Capo was regarded.
*
In the room, Schwartz was preparing to leave. An empty bottle of Scotch was a testament to the fact that the old friends had been chatting amicably. Lucien had unbuttoned his shirt and taken off his jacket, his arm still about his Woman who sat, snuggled beside him, a dreamy, sleepy smile on her face as she gazed out through the windows. He kissed her plump lips as she looked up at him, the feel of her soft, lush body holding out the promise of everything he wished to do to her later that night.
She had worn an Olivia Ditsy Strapless Ankle Gown in burgundy which suited her dark hair and plum-coloured lips. He could see the valley between her swollen breasts and it made him hard just to look at her. The flattering, voluminous skirt shape made her look ethereal as she floated across the room before settling down beside him. Designed with an integrated corset made with ribbon stitching, soft boning and panels of stretch mesh fabric for comfort and security in the fit, it showed off her figure to perfection, making him feel like a horny teenager as she leaned across to speak, smilingly at James Schwartz who had the look of a dog that had been denied a meal for ages.
He rubbed her shoulder, his thumb tracing a design on her bare skin and she shivered, purring softly as Schwartz rose to his feet. Immediately, she shifted, her lovely face tilted to look at Handsome James . Lucien felt a pang of jealousy, strong yet unreasonable as he saw the eager way his friend held her and kissed her on her cheek, murmuring something that made her giggle.
A discreet knock on the door made them step apart in surprise as Lucien barked,
“Gustav! Did I not say that I did not want to be disturbed?’
Gustav appeared, his bland face as unemotional as ever, followed by Phillipe. A very hesitant-looking Philippe, his face shining with sweat although the rooms were cold as the air conditioning was working at full blast, the way the Don liked it.
Gustav bowed his head and silently slipped out. Lucien sat still, and he made an imperceptible gesture to the others who immediately sank down. Proserpina sat, her body close to his, her small hand on his thigh, worried looking as she watched the young man before them; Schwartz looked puzzled.
‘What is it, Capo?’ growled the Don and when the young man hesitated, he added, snapping,
‘Speak up, man.’
Philippe seemed to come to a decision. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he said almost sheepishly,
“Sir…Boss… I mean.’ He wiped his forehead almost grey-faced with uneasiness.
Proserpina got up, uncurling herself from the couch beside her husband, and stepped to the young man.
Soothingly, she placed her hand on the young Capo’s arm and said gently, smiling reassuringly,
“What is it, Philippe?’
The dulcet tones seemed to have an effect on him.
With a sigh, he shook his head and mumbled, softly, for her ears only,
“Mamman…’ for he had been calling her that for years now,’ I do …not know…I do no know where to begin.’
The tortured words made Proserpina stiffen in alarm.
The Don growled, warningly, getting to his feet and flexing his fists threateningly,
“Philippe…’
The young man stood straight and spoke, his words coming out in a quick rush,
“Sir, I … I wish to marry your daughter.’
And then, into the shocked silence that followed his pronouncement, he added,
” I want to make Ria my wife.’
There was a long moment of stunned silence as the listeners absorbed his words.
Proserpina turned to look at her husband, for she knew how possessive he was about his eldest-born daughter. Possession, fury and then something else chased across his face and she smiled inwardly.
Lucien loved his firstborn greatly and the thought of her marrying someone and moving away…It must be tearing him.
Schwartz was watching the Capo, a small smile on his face.
She took the initiative.
“Lucien and I are happy about this decision.’
She said quietly, turning to her husband who still looked like he had been hit hard, as he glowered at the Capo.
His voice broke the silence.
‘Why?’ rasped the Don and everyone turned to look at him in astonishment as Philippe stuttered.
‘Have you gotten her with child?’ barked the Don and Philippe flushed as Proserpina glared at her husband and Schwartz shook his head, sighing, his hand in his golden hair, muttering something about discretion.
“No Sir,’ said the younger man, stiffening in indignation, raising his head proudly. ” I would never do that to the girl I love.’
Proserpina felt her face grow hot and she avoided the quick look that Lucien sent her way.
He had gotten her pregnant when she was about the same age but he had not had the sensitivity that this young man was displaying.
Impulsively, she rose and went to the Capo, where she put her arms about him, and had to reach up to hold his head as she gently whispered,
‘I am so happy and so is Ria’s father.’
The young Capo smiled gratefully. Taking his cue from Proserpina, Schwartz stepped forward and shook hands with the Capo, congratulating him. Only the Don stood apart, glowering and then he finally nodded tersely after a long time as his wife stepped up to him, placing her hand on his sleeve, feeling the hard, bunched up muscle beneath the expensive wool.
Then he turned and shouted,
“Gustav? Where the f*ck are you, man? Get me a drink.’
Philippe stood, his eyes wide, looking like the young boy he had been, lost and uncertain. Schwartz swore softly under his breath as Proserpina squeezed the Capo’s hand and said,
“He is just wrapping his head around the news. But we are happy, both of us.’
The Mafia Don downed the drink in one swallow and scowled as he met his wife’s eyes.
He nodded unwillingly as he turned to growl,’ Welcome to the family, Capo.’ And enfolded the younger, taller young man in a bone-crushing embrace. Phillippe smiled uncertainly but both Proserpina and Schwartz were effusive, making up for the Don’s reluctance.
Then he left, looking relieved to be going, but with a lightness in his step.
*
Schwartz left soon after as he saw that the Boss was in a bad mood.
After a while, after he had downed a third tumbler of whiskey neat, Proserpina sighed and went to him as he sat on the couch, legs splayed, broodingly staring off into the distance.
She would have to make him feel better in the only way he understood, she thought, her womanhood clenching as she began to slip off her gown.
His eyes, glazed with drink, grey with passion, blazed as he watched her.
“Lucien,’ she whispered as she daintily climbed onto his lap, straddling him, her curtain of hair swinging to hide her flushed face. She had taken off her panties and was naked except for her bra, the lac one that revealed so much. He grunted as he looked at her soft flesh, the full breasts peeking out from the lacy bra she had on. After years of being in his bed, she knew what he liked and he was aroused, breathing harshly as he stared at her.
Without a word, he jerked her breast out, his mouth fastening roughly on her nipple and she gasped as he sucked savagely, his teeth hard on her tender teat. She tried to wriggle away, to get into a comfortable position, but he had already moved her, positioning her on top of his erect member.’
‘Take my c*ck out, wh*re,’ he growled and she obeyed her heart racing.
Tonight he would be rough and cruel but she was ready for her Master, to let him take her any way he wished. Lucien reached up and ripped off her flimsy bra with an oath and she almost fell on top of him with the violence of his action.
He was upset and she knew that she would have to be prepared for his violent onslaught on her body. But her core was already wet, dripping with heat as she shifted, gently taking out his stiff member, touching her forefinger to the beaded pre cum and then, deliberately licking it.
“So you want to be fuc*ed, sl*t,’ he grunted hoarsely and she nodded mutely, her hands on her breasts, still astride his powerful thighs.
‘I will not be gentle,’ he warned and she felt a ripple of fear but bravely, she nodded, her eyes on his, her breathing shallow.
It was like this, when he was upset, he would come to her, and use her roughly, repeatedly till at times, she could barely walk in the morning. But now, she was offering herself to him, wanting to heal the hurt, the confusion on her beloved husband’s face.
*
He growled, a low rumble as her heavy breasts, full and enticing, the nipples rosy and hard, came to view. And then, he was lifting his hips and thrusting into her, so suddenly that she fell forward, gasping as he moved her, his large hands on her hips. She was riding him, her head thrown back as he sank his teeth into the underside of her creamy breast and she let out a sob of pain, which bordered on pleasure. She knew that there were still marks on her full breasts, evidence of his insatiable lust. And then she was sobbing as she exploded into a thousand smithereens, her hands digging into his shoulders as she cried his name.
He watched her, eyes glinting with some emotion, as he took her mouth, his tongue ravaging her as her poor sex was rammed mercilessly.
And then, he was exploding with a roar, his hands around her waist, one hand gripping her throat and she whimpered in submission.
He was silent, only the harsh laboured sound of his breathing breaking the silence as she slumped against him, her head nestled on his shoulder, panting weakly.