Chapter 552. Home

The Mafia Don had made arrangements to have Yuri captured and he knew that Kirill was eager to help.

Then again, the way the man had practically undressed his wife as she moved around, his eyes feasting on her body, had made Lucien furious.

With an oath, he rose and limped out, heading to the bedroom.

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Proserpina

It was late when Lucien came to bed. Rather, it was almost dawn when he walked in.

I sat up sleepily, for I had been tossing and turning.

‘Lucien…’ I began but my husband moved to me purposefully, his pale eyes glittering.

He was in a dark mood, I saw at once, and he had been drinking heavily.

His gaze moved to my parted lips as I nervously ran my tongue over them, gripping the front of my robe. Stepping to me, Lucien gripped my nape, a fistful of my long hair in his hands as he brought his mouth down on mine, hard and unrelenting.

I felt myself tremble, the wetness flooding me with his rough ca