Chapter 302. His...

Proserpina

Lucien was as good as his word. I woke up sore the next morning,

‘Sore and well f*cked,’ growled Lucien as he leant over me, kissing me on the mouth hungrily, his hard member demanding more pleasure when I protested, laughing.

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As soon as we had returned from dinner, he shut the door, locking it securely, without taking his eyes off me. I felt a warmth steal over me.

Yawning leisurely, I stretched my arms above my head.

“Take off your clothes,’ he growled as he pulled out his long, thick member.

I obeyed him, feeling the wetness pooling between my legs in anticipation of his treatment.

I ached for him already. But I was not going to go to him without a fight. Oh, no. I was going to tease my Mafia Don !

He grunted.

‘Get over here, woman.’

I stripped slowly, taking my time and his eyes glowed in anger , anger for keeping him waiting. Slowly, leisurely, having shed my gown, I walked to him,