Proserpina
LucienHe had been told very often about his almost insatiable libido.What else can you expect from the son of a slutty whore, he had laughed, disparagingly.
ProserpinaLucien was away for more than three and a half months.*I missed him, the nights were long without his rough hands sliding over me, squeezing, probing, and awakening a need in me that I had not known ever existed before he stormed into my life. I lay, wrapped in the sheets, staring out as the night faded, giving way to grey dawn before dozing off fitfully. It was only the yoga regime I followed which kept me fit.And sane.I slept in the afternoons, along with my twins, swam with them, played with them and avoided being anywhere near the part of the house where his men frequently turned up.Daniella had started to frequent our house along with Grace, her wife. Grace was a kindergarten school teacher and she told me that they were planning to adopt a child. It felt relaxing to chat with her. Plump and dark-skinned, with tight black curls, she was beautiful with her tapering black eyes and wide, full-lipped mouth.She was fun and the children, in particular, looked forward t
The drive back home had been swift. The news that Dmitri Rudenko was back had put him on high alert.***He wanted to be back in his familiar territory. Rubbing his thigh reflectively where the bullet had lodged itself and caused him to limp, Lucien frowned. He had a hunch that Dmitri Rudenko would never leave him alone till he had exacted revenge; Lucien had taken down the man's empire ruthlessly, killing his close confidantes and ending what was a rival to his own arms empire.They had had a long-standing feud running for years, ever since Lucien, Shark, and Schwartz had entered the world of gunrunning. Dmitri Rudenko, an East European warlord, had been running the show till then.At first, the man retaliated by attacking the men who were supplying them with the arms and ammunition, trying to intimidate their buyers, petty things like that. Later, things had gotten serious. A bomb went off, killing Schwartz’s wife and young son, who had been in the car. Schwartz had been delayed tha
The meeting room in his townhouse was empty now save for Shark and Schwartz. All his men had left. Lucien was at the desk, downing another tumbler of scotch. He knew his capacity for drinking was like his ability to have sex; nearly insatiable.Shark stretched his thin arms over his head and yawned wearily.His lank golden hair hung in a limp ponytail although his hair had begun to recede frighteningly.Schwartz sat in one of the leather armchairs near the French windows overlooking the city, his long legs elegantly crossed, studying Lucien through half-closed eyes.'What's up mate?', Finally he asked, bluntly. 'Cos that ain't water. Though you've been putting away the stuff like it was.'He rose to his feet, a tall, lean man, his long dirty blonde hair flopping onto his forehead. With a characteristic impatient yet graceful gesture, he raked his hand through his hair, frowning in concern as he watched Lucien.Shark continued to sit, although his restlessness had stilled. He knew that
ProserpinaFollowing Lucien's shift to the townhouse, we continued our routine. It was alright, but Jeannie made me think of something else altogether.On one of our frequent video calls, she chatted as I moved about the kitchen, preparing dinner. That night, it was pasta. The kids rushed in and out, playing, shouting, and screaming. Out of the blue, she said,"Hey kid, don't you want to do something other than potter around in the kitchen and bring up your kids?'I looked up, frowning."Like what?' I said it blankly.She snorted in disgust."Study, you moron!' she said derisively.'You were always so gung ho about that!' and then she added in a different tone, "Until that gangster took over your life.'I turned away, ostensibly to keep the bowl on the counter. But I wanted to hide the bitterness that would be exposed on my face.Jeannie knew me too well not to understand my feelings.Turning, I pinned a bright smile on my face and said breezily,'Nah. That's done with.'I got her talk
LucienHe woke up with a splitting head. The scotch bottles littering the richly carpeted floor reminded him with a jolt of his solo drinking binge the previous night.The sight of the sunlight streaming into the room through the drapes made him sit up angrily."Royce 'he bellowed, shouting for his man to come in and wincing as the bright light hurt his eyes.His head spun and he scowled. He should hit the gym more regularly he chastised himself grimly.He had slept alone; in fact, he had taken to sleeping alone, dispensing with the services of the women who were willing to pleasure him to gain his approval. His position in the dark world he moved about in was an envious one and any woman associated with him was treated with awe. Even the club women who were on Shark's payroll knew that a night with the Boss meant you had moved up in the hierarchy.Over a few nights now, however, he had taken the subtle hints dropped by Schwartz and opted to sleep without a willing body to service him
Proserpina Without another thought, I threw down my hairbrush and raced after her, the maids goggling at me before following at a more sedate pace. They were used to our rather rambunctious games and took it to be another such boisterous round of catch. They had no clue how desperate I was. Little Piers charged behind me, shouting, frantically, 'Mumma! Catch Ria! Piers want pink egg!!!' I was dimly aware of the startled security men who could not believe that we were racing along the corridors, whooping and screaming despite the strict injunctions of his Highness, Lucien Delano, I thought hysterically. It was only when I saw Ria heading for the staircase that I felt a deep sense of panic. Of the inevitable, that was about to happen. "No! I wailed, running as fast as my legs could carry me along the carpeted corridor. 'NO ! Ria! Not downstairs! You can't go there!" Even as she grinned and turned to stick out her tongue at Piers as she hurried down the stairs, her little
ProserpinaI wanted to turn tail and scamper back into a hole or something but Lucien jerked me to him, pinning me to his body while his free hand pushed through my long, heavy hair, gripping my nape. To any onlooker, we appeared to be like a man and woman who were ardently bringing their bodies close to exchange words of love. I knew otherwise.His voice was low and menacing, vibrating with anger as he bent to me and growled so that only I could hear him,"Slut! I'll deal with you.'And he brushed his harsh mouth against mine in an indifferent caress that had me longing to cling on to him, inhale the aroma of my lover, lose myself within him...But aware of the interested gazes on me, I smiled prettily and turned to the men around me, wriggling to free myself from the arm that held me captive.' I haven't had the pleasure of meeting you,' I smiled coquettishly, smiling at the faces fixed on us. And then, batting my lashes flirtatiously at the grim faced man who was holding me to his