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
Lucien was close enough for me to make out the fine lines around his eyes, the flecks of grey in his pale blue eyes and I shrank back as far as I could. He pressed into me and there was a tense silence as he stood still, warring with his body that wanted me as I felt the hardness of his manhood.Then, with something like a superhuman effort, he raised his head and said in a soft, dangerous voice, his eyes like chips of granite,' Little wh*re. Do you want to be fucked by Ramos and his type?'I straightened in panic and pushed at his hard chest, furious and terrified, all in one.' What...How dare you...I'd die rather than have that repulsive fellow touch me, ' I spat,With one fist, he bunched the front of my old Tee and jerking me close, he said through gritted teeth,'So this advertisement was for ...??? The benefit of the security men? The gardeners?'My eyes filled with hurt that he could say such a dreadful thing to me. And before he could anticipate my reaction, I had reached up
Lucien strode out, limping ever so slightly and made for his room, slamming the door behind him. He was breathing heavily. The scene with his little wife had been unpleasant. Seeing her distress had made him feel sick of himself, an emotion he had never felt before.The sight of the little vixen never failed to arouse him. That luscious body, the fragrant hair, the way she melted when he touched her. And the sight of her soft, plump lips, her eyes, wide and so fresh, so innocent and guileless.His c*ck reared painfully and he knew he would have to relive his sexual frustration just then.He groaned.He wanted her so badly, it felt like a physical thing.But much as he knew he would have been able to take her, yes, use her as he wont to before their marriage, he found that he could not do so anymore. Heck, he found that he had lost his desire for any other woman a long while back. The only woman he wanted was Proserpina. His Woman.Besides, he was not sure that she would give in to him
ProserpinaIt was now a month since our last, violent meeting and I had not set eyes on Lucien since.We, the children and I, never went down if there was a hint of guests arriving. Instead, we hid away like ghosts, staying upstairs until Beatrice appeared to announce that the coast was clear.*The man I had married never came to see us, the twins and I. But his friend, James Schwartz, often turned up, to stay for hours, playing with the kids, quite happy to be in his shirt sleeves, becoming a horse, a donkey or whatever the kids wished him to be. He would make them laugh as he sat on the floor of the nursery, or carry them around on his strong shoulders, whooping and shouting making them laugh. I saw the gentleness, the tenderness in his face as he watched my children and I knew that he was a good man with a tragic story.At first, I kept my distance and apart from an occasional remark, he did not seem to want to talk to me. But on more than one occasion, I caught his green eyes on
ProserpinaThe feeling of déjà vu that struck me as I stood in the cool, tiled bathroom that morning was so strong, I felt like I was back in the past.I had missed my period again.And the tiny strip I held in my hands proved that my worst fears had come true.Lucien had gotten me pregnant again.***With everything that was going on in my life, I had possibly pushed it to the back of my mind, the niggling feeling of weariness that had persisted.And from the sheer exhaustion I had been feeling, the nausea I had dismissed as emotional trauma, I knew that the signals had been clearly there. My body had been shouting out trying to tell me what my mind had been suppressing with a vengeance.To be honest, I had been too preoccupied to take notice. Trying to shut out my feelings for Lucien had made me immerse myself in my work. During the daytime, I spent as much them as I could with my twins. Sita was like a person who shadowed us, generally good company but not really either a companion