Chapter 83. Tease

Proserpina

Lucien Delano, my fierce Mafia Don, was breathing hard, his eyes narrowed to pinpoints as he studied me. We stood close and I could inhale his fragrance, man and musk, the whiskey he had been drinking, his cologne, and his maleness...and I felt myself weakening. My womanhood was wet alerted by his nearness. Turned on by the sight of this Alpha male who stood before me, his muscular, shirtless chest exposed, the thick column of his neck that I had once kissed so lovingly, the wide mouth that had the power to drive me mad...

But the devil inside me was alive and kicking.

Then I said softly, pouting,

“I am so wet…"

And let my hand wander to the area of my stomach. his eyes followed the movement, and I could see that he was breathing harshly.

His face was a picture of pure, undiluted lust as his eyes raked my body.

Until I said in a husky voice, full of longing,

‘Next time, could you get vanilla ice cream? Pleas