Chapter 414. In the Arms of the Don

Proserpina

That night, as I sat before the mirror after a bath, brushing out my hair, I caught Lucien’s eye as he emerged, towelling his body. He had resumed going to the gym and I strongly suspected that he was also going to the boxing arena to fight. But I did not ask because it would invariably become a sore point between us and I was tired, thoroughly sick of the discontent around us.

There were wars that I could win if I carefully sidestepped the smaller battles.

He came and stood behind me and I watched his reflection, the powerful muscles rippling as he moved, thinking with the now familiar weakness growing in my belly, reminding me that I was already longing to have him claim me, inspite of being well into my pregnancy now.

‘How much I loved this man…’

He looked up and met my eyes in the mirror, a glint of something in his eyes. Then with a sudden movement; he bent down and nipped my shoulder, pulling my robe off my shoulder, hi