Chapter 212 The Mafia Don

• Proserpina stirred restlessly.
• She was in the large bed with her Master, for Lucien would never allow her to sleep elsewhere, babies or not. He had been kissing her, fondling her, his thick member pressing against her body, till she had pushed him off crossly.
• “Lucien, behave yourself,” she had cried, sitting up, for she was a hot mess by now. She sighed. The doctor had warned her against having ‘intimate relations ‘ with her husband for a while. Not that her Master had taken kindly to it. The Mafia Don had been on the verge of storming into the hospital and bashing up the unfortunate physician.