54. I HAVE A GIFT FOR YOU
It was another morning of waking up in his arms, Lena wanted nothing more than to wake up in Darian's arms every morning, it felt like her haven in the world.
It was finally the game day for the Dawson family mafia, and Lena was exhausted. Last night Darian was hot, the best they've ever had since they started their sexcapade. Darian had made love to her in every corner of their bedroom and her legs were mildly hurting.
"We will be late if we don't get out of bed now," Darian traced soft kisses down her neck. "Or do you want me to continue from where I stopped last night?" His husky voice boomed in her ears.
She moved her body away from him, she knew well that Darian wouldn't hesitate to have her that morning if she didn't stop him.
"I'm serving today, I guess you don't remember that." She got off him and out of the bed, draping her body with the duvet. She left him naked on the bed, "You should get your ass off that bed and go have a bath."
"I don't want to, though," he jerked his shoulders.
"You have to, you are the Don. Get off that bed this damn minute." She said sternly, wriggling her fingers as she communicated with him like he was her child.
"Really?" He reached for her fingers and pulled her. She fell on his legs, and Lena shuddered when she felt a dampness between her legs. Darian was naked and she was sitting on top of his legs, his groin directly in between her legs.
"Let go of me, Darian. I have to get ready," she fought to free herself from his hold, but it was ineffective.
"I will, don't fight it." He kissed her cheeks. "I spoke to Talia and she said you could resume work as her assistant after today's game."
"Oh my!" She exclaimed, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Thank you so much, I am so excited. I will be free from the shackles of Amy and…" She halted, she wasn't supposed to say that. Now Darian would ask her questions.
"You told me she wasn't a threat to you, were you lying to me?" He arched his eyebrows at her.
"Darian, I wasn't lying, okay? I have to go now." He let go of her this time. Lena headed to the bathroom, she was about to shut the door when he slipped in, naked. "Darian," she stared shyly at him.
"Hmmm, are you afraid that I would make you drool?" He pulled her closer, encircling his arms around her waist. He kissed her deeply. "Lena, you are making me do things I have never done."
"Darian,"
"Yes?" He moved over to the male bathtub and crouched down inside, his eyes on his wife as they had their baths in separate bathtubs, he wanted her in his arms, he wanted to bathe her clean and do many other things to her. She was his drug, without her, he wouldn't function well.
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Darian wiped his hair with the towel, he wore his trousers and slipped on his crisp blue shirt when his body was dried. Lena gave his suit jacket to him, he wore it over the shirt and went to check himself in the mirror.
"You look so hot," Lena yelled from behind. "Hey hubby, check me out."
Darian turned around to check her, she quickly took pictures of him, smiled and showed the pictures to him. "You are so fine, man!" She winked at him.
"I know that and isn't that why you can't resist me?" He smirked. "Pose for the camera, I want to snap you too." He got a hold of his phone that was on the vanity table. "I don't know how to take pictures but I do know that you will look so good no matter how horribly I snap you."
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Married To The Mafia Lord
Romance"Tell me, what was I doing to your body last night?" He gingerly kneaded his finger around her core and a moan left her lips, he was torturing her. She didn't like that. "You were touching me like this," she cried out when Darian thrust his fingers...
