Chapter 627

• Proserpina
• I had been awake and waiting for Lucien. When he entered the suite, I walked in, for I had been waiting for him to come upstairs. My Mafia Don turned around in the act of taking off his shirt and our eyes met. And clashed.
• I could not take my gaze off his sculpted body. Even at the age of fifty-nine, the man had the body of a boxer, bulging muscles, a trim belly and six-pack abs. The chest matted with hair, greying but vibrant, tapering as it led to his thick manhood... the arms bulging, corded with muscle and those powerful thighs.