Owning the Mafia Don

Lucien stood, breathing harshly, belting the bathrobe around his thick, muscled body. The sight of Catalina, naked and kneeling before him, his cum dripping down her chin, her thick lips still wet as she licked them, made him feel disgusted.

Where earlier, in another life, he might have been turned on by coming awake to having his c*ck sucked so enthusiastically by a woman, it only left a feeling of revulsion in him now. The disgust, the loathing on his face as he stood, his fists clenched by his sides, trying with all his might not to smash the woman’s face, must have shown on his face. Catalina frowned, her expression changing.

Gradually she seemed to realise that this man, the man whose member she had been choking on to keep him happy, was anything but pleased. Fear flashed over her face as she comprehended the fact that he was fiercely, violently angry.

And she knew the Mafia Doan well enough to know that in his uncontrollable rage, he was capable of just about anything.

Lucien was now bellowing in rage, his phone in his hands,

“Who the f*ck let this f*cking wh*re into my house?” he roared and a chill went through her.

The knowledge that he saw her as something to be discarded. A disposable object.

“Who let this f*cking cu*t into my f*cking bedroom?’ he shouted as the bodyguards ran in, scared.

Tony Beston appeared, pushing his way through the men who stood, trying hard not to gape. The sight of the naked woman who had obviously been pleasuring the Boss, made their jowls drop. Her body was perfectly sculpted and she appeared to be totally at ease as she knelt on the bed, stark naked.

Beston, his eyes bloodshot with lack of sleep, stared at Lucien uncomprehendingly.

He had been the one to allow Catalina inside. She had been all over the Ring earlier during his fight. So when she had turned up at the gate after Proserpina and the kids had left, he had not really thought it was strange.

Winking at Beston flirtatiously, she had said,

‘The Boss wants me to keep him happy. He asked for me to come and help him relax.’

And lowering the window of the car, she had leisurely flashed him, tugging open her coat.

Beston had been too embarrassed to stop her. Red-faced, he had let her go. He had been surprised knowing how devoted Lucien was to his wife. But keeping the Boss’ past reputation as a cold-hearted womaniser in mind and after the terrible events of the previous night, he had let her into the house. Maybe the Don needed a wh*re to relax now that his wife was not about to satisfy his strong carnal urges, he had thought.

And had forgotten about the matter, busy as he was in other things

Now he stood, facing the wrath of the man who had coldly, clinically killed a man just a few hours ago.

His muscular body trembling with fury, Lucien growled,

“I DO NOT WANT THIS F*CKING W*ORE HERE IN MY F*CKING HOUSE EVER AGAIN, IS THAT F*CKING CLEAR?’

Catalina’s eyes glowed with hate and she turned and swaggered off, still stark naked.

Lucien Delano had humiliated her publicly. And all because of that simple-minded hussy who was half his age!

***

Catalina seethed in fury as her escort hastily ran up to her and handed her a cape to cover herself with.

Scheming, the wheels in her head were turning over time as she plotted.

She would make them suffer, that silly girl and Lucien Delano. She would make him come crawling on her knees to her.

And then, she smiled confidently as she thought to herself, and Then, she would have him for herself.

But first, she would have to do something about that under-aged girl.

Picking up her phone, she smiled.

It had been a brilliant idea, she thought smugly, settling back as her boys, as she thought of them, drove her home.

She had made one of her toy boys sneak into the room with her while an unsuspecting Lucien slept, his powerful legs spread, lost in the sleep of the weary. His bathrobe was easy to remove without disturbing him. She remembered from experience, that he liked to sleep in the nude.

Expectedly, he was naked beneath the loosely draped robe.

Stripping her clothes swiftly, she had straddled the sleeping Lucien. Sucking his co*k, she had indicated that her boy should keep moving around to get angles of Lucien’s face.

Her toyboy had captured the entire act. He had zoomed in to capture the way Lucien in his semi-conscious state, had gripped her head to keep her mouth in position for maximum pleasure, almost choking her.

Now her face darkened.

She frowned as the audio became clear; Lucien Delano had been groaning, calling out his wife’s name, over and over again as he ejaculated into her mouth.

Catalina frowned darkly. So he had been imagining that that chit of a girl was pleasuring him? Jealousy swept through her.

She would have to get that part erased.

She smiled.

And then…

***

After everyone had left the room, Lucien drank heavily, hating himself for what had happened. He kept thinking of his woman, her soft mouth and her trusting eyes. That lovely, soft body, the way she melted in his arms…

He had abused her trust, albeit unknowingly.

And he remembered her words the night after the fight with Denizen the Destroyer when he had been trying to make love to her.

‘Lucien Delano, let me warn you. If I so much as hear about you trying to touch her, I am so done.’NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

“I will NOT sit around looking the other way, Lucien, pawn or not!’

There had been a finality in her words as she had stood there, clutching the dress to her body, covering herself as she spoke. His small, determined woman who had admitted her love for him freely but who had expected so little in return.

And he had just let her down…

He had hurt her badly in the past, trying to prove to himself that he was not enamored of her. But she had waited, kept waiting.

And he…???

She deserved better.

He gulped down the drink; feeling the fire in his stomach.

He did not deserve her.

No.

SHE deserved a better man.