Mafia's undeniable obsession

CHAPTER 4: The Dancers Spell

That night, Lucas decided to attend an opera. He came in early and sat in the second row, witnessing the first performance, which was that of a man and a beautiful female dancing to the opera singer's song.

The pair danced very beautifully, but was it just his imagination or did the woman's moves seem to be a bit sexually suggestive? He didn't think that those subtly seductive movements she was making were a part of her dance routine. The look in her eyes which was directed only at him couldn't let him think otherwise.

After the night's performances had ended, there was an after-party hosted by some business elites in the banquet hall of a high-end hotel which was only a few blocks away from the Opera House. Lucas knew these people very well, and a couple of them even insisted on showing him around and introducing him to new acquaintances.

While he was being introduced to people, Lucas noticed the female dancer from earlier staring at him. She had changed into a shimmering green dress for this party, and was in the company of two men and after briefly locking eyes with her, she averted her eyes and focused her gaze on one of the men that was talking to her.

He saw her throw her head back and laugh at something that the other man said, and this time around he knew for sure that he wasn't imagining things, when she winked at him and mouthed the words, "My name is Celine."

He watched as she excused herself from the two men and went to meet the man that she had danced with during her performance earlier that night. She whispered something into his ear, while delicately fingering the pearl necklace around her neck, and he took leave from the man and woman he was talking to.

She slipped her hand around his arm and they both climbed the stairs leading up to the room. Her necklace slid off her neck and fell to the red carpet-covered stairs, seemingly unnoticed by either her or her companion. But Lucas noticed it and as soon as they were out of his sight, he excused himself from his new acquaintances and purposefully strode towards the steps, picking up the pearl necklace. Then he started to make his way with the intention of returning the ballerina's necklace to her, and also out of curiosity as to what she meant when she had winked at him and told him her name from a distance.

He walked past a few doors, looking around for her. When he found her, he would hand her necklace back to her and try to have a little conversation with her.

As he approached a room whose door was slightly open, he could hear the sounds of skin slapping against skin and moaning. They had probably been too impatient to wait to get their hands on each other, that they had failed to close the door properly. In this case, the most appropriate advice would be, "Get a room and lock the door."

Lucas was going to walk past the room, when he noticed a shimmering green dress out of the corner of his eye. It couldn't be, he thought, as he stopped and looked at the pair entangled in copulation on a drawer table in the room.

Her dress was raised up to her thighs and her legs were hooked around the man's hips, as he thrusted away at her with his pants down to his knees. There was an eager, wild lust in her eyes, and she didn't even seem to notice that he was standing just outside the door.

She grabbed one of her partner's ass cheeks for good measure and raised one leg to his shoulder for a deeper penetration. The man held her leg there and obliged her by thrusting into her even harder. That was Lucas's cue to leave. Seething, he placed Celine's pearl necklace around the door knob and left. But he didn't know that it was all part of some twisted plan that she had, and she grinned with pleasure seeing the effect that her actions had on him.

Lucas drove home furiously, not quite sure why he had this rage coursing through his system right now, after seeing Celine with another man. He didn't even know who this woman was, and she had this effect on him? All he knew was that along with that feeling, there was also a strange desire stirring in his groin and he had to do whatever he needed to clear his head.

When Mabel opened the door to Lucas, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, he surprised her by grabbing her waist and slamming the door shut behind him. He backed her up against the wall and roughly pulled down her pajama trousers and white lace panties, eliciting a gasp from her lips.

She stared at her husband wide-eyed, shocked and thrilled at the same time, as he quickly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He placed a firm hand around her neck but not too tightly, and shoved his erect hardness into her, ramming her with full force.

Mabel let out a loud moan, grabbing a fistful of his suit jacket. He looked into her eyes and thrusted harder, picturing Celine's face and how delightful she looked with her green dress all the way up, taking in every inch of him. A groan escaped Mabel's throat. Running her fingers through his hair, she pushed his head down to hers and passionately kissed him.

He suddenly jerked his head away from hers, his forehead creasing with a disappointed frown, as if suddenly recovering from a reverie. He stopped thrusting and pulled himself out of a confused Mabel, zipping up his pants and straightening the crease in his jacket.

This couldn't even be considered a quickie because neither of them had climaxed.

"What happened? Why did you stop?" Mabel asked him, her voice dripping with frustration.

Lucas only threw her an angry look and continued up the stairs to their bedroom. Mabel couldn't understand what had just happened. One hot, steamy moment they were having wild, amazing s*x, and the next, he abandoned her as if he hadn't wanted to be inside her in the first place.

Feeling a mixture of sadness and shame, Mabel slowly pulled up her panties and pajama trousers.