The Mafia Don Lucien Delano was bathed in sweat.
Grunting, he pounded his opponent in the ring in his basement gym and stood, swaying as the younger man raised a hand in surrender.
‘Boss, I …you win…” he panted and Delano allowed himself a small smile.
He still worked out in the gym in the early mornings.
Mainly because Proserpina would slip away to do her yoga exercises, and then, the enormous bed felt lonely.
Wiping the sweat from his brow, he turned as the large double doors to his basement gym opened and the woman of his dreams, Proserpina Delano, walked in. She had changed into her white shirt and harem pants and was walking to the ring, dimpling, one of the littlest twins on her hip.
The room immediately went still as all the men’s eyes fixated on her, the seductive walk, the move of her hips, her big t*ts wobbling, he thought in frustration.
Lucien Delano scowled.
Seeing his displeasure, his wife dimpled wickedly. She had turned forty but her maturity added to her allure and magic, he thought yearningly.
Two nurses trailed after her demurely, the second, more subdued twin in the arms of one of the women.
Lucien vaulted out of the ring easily, enjoying her look of consternation as he approached her, towelling his hirsute chest and wiping his armpits.
He grabbed her waist and kissed her hard.
“Ugh…Master…” she whispered, a hand on his chest as his son glared at him, blue pacifier in his pouting mouth,
“You’re sweaty.”
He grunted, nuzzling her neck and moving to her plump mounds unashamedly, as he spoke,
“Bit when I’m f*cking you, bi*ch, you don’t mind that, huh?”
She rolled her eyes and hissed,
“Don’t swear in front of your son.”
He threw back his head, giving a shout of laughter.
“He’s going to be a Mafia man, Woman,” drawled the Boss, fondling her breast openly, ignoring her heated cheeks and futile attempts to move away.
Still holding her waist, he went on, in a low, hoarse voice,
“So which of the brats is this, huh? I just know I’ve bred you and sired ten kids, wh*re, but which one is this?” and he chucked his son’s chin. The toddler responded by slapping his hand crossly.
The Mafia Don loved to tease his Woman, pretending indifference, saying that he could at no time distinguish between the identical twin boys. Though Proserpina knew he was pulling her leg, she never failed to get riled.
Her eyes flashed warningly.
“The grumpy one, like you, Gabrielle, ” she replied saucily, kissing her son’s blonde head tenderly, the son who had inherited the Mafia Don’s haughty demeanour, even in infancy.
“Sassy sl*t?” he growled threateningly and kissed her punishingly for that.
When he raised his head, her mouth was swollen, the lower lip bore his bite mark, and her cheeks were flushed. He knew that if he thrust his fingers into her core, she would be dripping wet with want.
“That downward dog thing you were doing this morning,” he said thickly, a large hand on her derriere, as she gulped for breath, her face hot,
“I’d like to see that. With you naked, wh*re, dripping wet pus*y on fire, while I pound you from behind.” He made to kiss her again.
The infant let out an angry wail and she met her lover’s eyes, her face burning.
All the Don’s men had shifted away discreetly.
Just three days before, he had taken her here, in the gym, after making his men wait outside. She would not put it past him, she thought, to make her do just that, her heart pounding in excitement.
‘Lucien Delano,” she said in a breathless voice, pushing him away and the little boy on her hip placed his hand on his father’s sweaty chest too, and gave a snort,
‘My flight to Japan. It’s at 4 pm. Remember?”
He scowled.
An old colleague of hers, Alex Wu was being conferred with some degree and the Chinese man had specifically requested, nee, begged Delano to allow her to attend.
The Don jerked his wife into his arms, a thick hand wrapped around her neck , breathing in her fresh clean scent.
“Send the babes away. And get those ti*s and that wet pus*y into the green room, wh*re,” he growled,” I need to mark you before you leave.”
She blushed for she knew he would make torrid love to her, leave her unable to stand straight.
They began to leave when Gustav hurried forward, the Don’s phone in hand.
The Mafia Don stopped and swore coarsely. His hand on his Woman’s arm, he picked up the phone when he saw that the caller was young Liam O’Grady.
Bianca
The next morning, when I stepped out of the bedroom, defiantly dressed for work, I was taken aback to find O’Grady had also arrived. In a rumpled suit, his eyes dark with fatigue, he looked devastatingly handsome and I felt the unwelcome clench of my core as I gazed at him as he leaned against the door jamb, talking to St Just in a low voice.
Both the men turned as I entered, and O’Grady’s black gaze glittered over my demure suit. St Just smiled slightly, a lopsided smile that took in my flushed cheeks and furious yes. Then, I snapped back to attention and bit off in a brittle voice,
“What are you here for, O’Grady?”
He stepped past St Just who was grinning at me.
Laying his thick arm across the door, effectively trapping me in, the Irishman who held my heart in his hands drawled sarcastically,
‘Looks like the Pet forgot who’s the Boss here, huh?”
He smiled but his eyes held a devilish gleam as he said in a thick tone,
” Saint, what say I teach her some manners? I own the f*cking place, damn it!”
His eyes sparked fire and I knew he was mad at me. But I bravely tilted my chin and said in a low voice,
“You have some gall, you caveman. Whose bed have you come from today? Watermann? Batman?”
Finn St Just’s lips twitched but his brother was livid.
His face like thunder, O’Grady stormed up, sank his fingers into my upper arm and dragged me into the room I had just left. The Mafia Boss slammed the door shut, leaving me in the room with him.
He began to tear off his jacket and shirt and I held up my hand.