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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
ProserpinaI came awake suddenly. Something had disturbed me: what was it? a noise? A touch?I opened my eyes and almost screamed.Lucien stood a little away from me. The charcoal grey suit he was wearing was slightly rumpled as though he had dressed in a hurry. His pristine white shirt was open at the throat, revealing his neck, that tanned throat and the hint of his hirsute chest that I had cuddled into on many an occasion in the past.His grey-blue eyes were ringed with exhaustion and he looked as though he had aged at least ten years, that firm mouth a straight line...***I shot up in bed, huddling into my comforter, enraged. HOW DARE HE COME INTO MY ROOM, I thought.“What are YOU doing here?' I demanded fury and fear mingling in my voice.He stood looking at me silently, swaying slightly.Drunk as always, I thought, my lips curling in derision.He noticed the contempt in my face and the expression on his face darkened...“What are you doing here?’ I hissed again, and then, taunt
LucienHe stood facing the lawns, a drink in his hand. They had come to the big house, the mansion which Lucien Delano had constructed. It was a visit that had happened only at Schwartz's insistence. Handsome James had said that he wanted to invite Proserpina to his party in person, and despite, Lucien's disapproval, he had stood his ground, his handsome face set.'I don't trust you, mate.' He had grinned finally, the deep clefts in his cheeks appearing, making him look more like a model than a gangster.‘You might not bring her; f*ck, knowing you mate, you might not even tell her about my invitation.’Once again the dimpled grin, rakish and disarming appeared on Handsome James's face. Lucien grunted.Although he had shrugged indifferently when his friend had insisted, within him, the familiar jealousy grew. Why did Schwartz want to meet his wife?She belonged to HIM.And Only Him.*Now from where he stood, hidden by the dark windows, Lucien watched disapprovingly.Schwartz was headi
Proserpina'Having a good time, eh?' growled Lucien and I sat up, suddenly bolt upright as though I had been zapped by a Taser. My husband had been drinking but his face was cold, eyes sharp as they took in my flushed face. They slid over my body and I shivered.How could I ever get over this man? He was like a drug.Schwartz however, was unmoved. Swivelling, he stood up easily, hands in his pockets, mirroring Lucien's stance on the grass and smiled lazily. He seemed to be weighing up the situation and choosing his words before answering. When he drawled, there was an easy look on his face:"Mate, I see a despondent-looking lady, I make her laugh. My good deed for the day has been done.'He turned to look at me and then winked outrageously and I dimpled in return, unable to resist.He was such an incorrigible flirt! And a harmless one at that.Behind us, I felt Lucien stiffen.From the corner of my vision. I also sensed Sita shift restlessly.***Ria appeared before Lucien could respo
Piers's loud shout made the hall fall silent. For a minute, every head in the room swivelled to stomp in the doorway.Even Lucien Delano and Proserpina, absorbed as they were in their burning need to lose themselves in their desperate need for each other, stopped. Proserpina blinked as she turned to look, safe as she was, nestled in her lover’s strong embrace. And the Mafia Don scowled in annoyance, muttering,“What is with that fool boy?’Piers whipped his head to face his parents across the room, an arm around Hila, holding her to his chest as he cried, "Mumma! Pappa!’And when he was hurrying to them, his eyes were wild with excitement as he cried in joy, dragging his lover beside him,‘I…you… I mean… Mumma, I’m going to be a dad!”Proserpina was out of her husband’s protective arms as her son whooped and threw his arms around her, laughing with him. Lucien watched drily as Claude and Ria immediately crossed to him, pulling him into a huddle. Tara joined them, and after a pause, so
LucienHe began to make his way slowly through the milling throng of his guests to where his Woman was standing, in a daringly backless gown, her beautiful body making his staff harden with desire. Ria and Tara had chosen the slinky gown for her. When Proserpina had protested in embarrassment, her hands on her pink cheeks, the girls had declared,‘Mumma! Even after eight kids, you still look WOW!’It had been one of those rare weekends when Tara had come home. Ria had little Jamie on her lap, jiggling the fat little girl who was cooing at her Pappa, for the Mafia Don was hands down, her favourite person. Jamie was the apple of the Don’s eye, as Ria often teased her father.Lucien, who had been in the bedroom working on his phones and tablet, had been watching them in amusement.After the heart attack, mild though it had been, he had taken to spending time at home, working from his office or sometimes, his spacious bedroom.‘Please…but it’s BACKLESS!” Proserpina had gone on, her eyes m
A love like the kind her parents shared was almost like a fairytale…She sighed and touched her small belly. Big Philippe placed his large warm hand over hers and whispered concernedly in her ear,“Princess?”She looked up into his dark eyes and felt the rush of affection, of love that kept them bound to each other. Philippe, the Capo would bring the Moon and place it at her feet if she asked for it, she thought and unmindful of the crowds milling around her, the sound of glasses clinking, the chatter of people as, Ria reached up and pulled his head down. Murmuring against his lips,‘Philippe Diaz, I love you,” as she kissed him.***Piers Delano was staring at his phone. His mind was on other matters, although he had turned up for the party after his twin’s wedding ceremony. It had been a brief ceremony; Philippe had been born a Catholic, so there had been a small wedding service at Church. Old man Diaz had passed away a few years ago, and Philippe’s brothers, both of whom had been a
A few years later.The years have been kind to him, thinks the Don fondly as he surveys the guests at his daughter’s wedding party.Lucien Delano has aged but in his predictably indomitable manner, he looks and of course, his wife is testimony to the fact, that he still behaves in the same manner as he used to.His still-muscular physique belies his years and he continues to practice in his gym and has a friendly bout of boxing in the Ring, off and on. His son Claude is now an established name in the world of boxing, simultaneously running the underground fight clubs he has set up, and partnered with Paddy. The two of them work in tandem, Paddy with his enviable skills on the computers, has managed to make the Fight Clubs very lucrative indeed! thinks the Don.The Mafia Don is still actively handling the matters of his mob, which has branched out to become a powerful organisation, but one that is totally against human trafficking. He has made his millions through his arms dealings, a
LucienHe looked at his Woman fondly. She was on the bed, her head lowered to the baby at her nipple, the little child whose brown curls were bobbing as she sucked hard at her mother’s swollen teat.Proserpina wore a look of divine bliss, and Lucien moved over to her, taking her chin in his hard grip and kissing her.It was all he could do, for she had been spending almost a month at the hospital now. A month during which the Mafia Don had practically lived in the hospital too, his only concern being his Woman.And of course, the littlest child of his, who had charmed him already, though she was too small, too tiny to utter a word. Yet she could be ear-splittingly loud, too!He found himself staring in wonder as the baby yawned, exposing her small toothless gums, pink in colour, as he watched her face adoringly. And when Proserpina laughed at him, at the way he fawned over his youngest daughter, the Mafia Don growled at her, his eyes hungrily wandering over her.“Woman, I want to bree
RiaShe was running down a corridor that stretched out endlessly. The sound of the man’s footsteps thundering after her made her pant in fear. He was after her. She stumbled and fell, picked herself up, and kept running, her hands reaching out in the dark for some door, some way out of this place. And then, suddenly, out of the blue, she grabbed a shirt sleeve.The face of the man looked up in front of her.She screamed as Dusak’s face appeared out of the gloom, grinning maniacally.He had blood pouring down his forehead and a large hole in his cheek where he had been shot. But he opened his mouth and spoke in a guttural voice she knew she had heard before.“LOVELY Ria, my Ria, I am going to be with you forever now...'He reached out a long skeletal hand with talons, and that was when Ria screamed.Dusak Rudenko began shaking her throat ungently, and she felt a gurgle of panic erupt within her. A deep fear, unnamed and unknown.And then Philippe’s voice came into her consciousness, be
Lucien stood, staring in shock as a beaming Camille reached out to hand over the little baby to him. He stared in confusion for he had never held any of his newborn kids; it was a first for him.But even as he hesitated, the little child, its skin pink and puckered, a thatch of dark hair on its tiny head, opened one eye and looked at him quizzically an eyebrow raised questioningly, weighing him up critically so to speak, before shutting her eye firmly and ignoring the people around her, her mouth blowing a red raspberry pout.Ria and the other children began to laugh as Lou cried, with a shout of laughter,“Pappa, Sir, she is not impressed by you!’But it was Ria who declared, wonderingly, as she leaned against Lucien, who was holding the precious bundle cupped to his chest fiercely,“Pappa, I think she has Mumma’s colouring!”***ProserpinaI opened my eyes slowly. It felt as though there were weights holding my lids down. It had been a dream that seemed to go on forever, tumultuous
Lucien looked around at his family who were in the large waiting room. The younger boys, Dom and Lou, were piled on a sofa, their mouths open as they snored softly; Tara was curled up in an armchair with Aiyana beside her, an arm draped protectively around the child. The ex-FBI woman sat, her legs folded elegantly even in sleep.James Schwartz was sitting in another chair while the Capo dozed uncomfortably, Ria’s golden head on his lap, Rudy nestled beside her. Lucien’s face softened slightly as he looked at James. As though his thoughts had touched his second in command, the Scotsman stirred and stretched, sitting up, alert in an instant.He looked around himself and met Lucien’s eyes, an unspoken look passing between them.Snoring loudly, Claude was sprawled in abandon, sleeping on a mattress someone had thoughtfully provided, which was spread on the floor, his arms thrown wide, while Paddy had chosen to settle in an armchair close to the corridor leading to the theatre door, positi
She mumbled,"Yes Sir...' and her molten brown eyes, clouded with desire and want, with pain and pleasure, misted over as she looked at him, beseeching him to release her from her need.Her absolute submission aroused him tenfold, and the big man growled shakily, for the sight of her large breasts with the evil clamps fastened to her tender nipples was too much for him.“I shall f*ck your t*ts today, wh*re,’ he said hoarsely, "to punish you. Pain, wh*re, and pleasure."She made a sound, her breasts wobbling as she tried not to shift too much, but he lowered his head to sink his teeth into the fleshy mounds savagely, and she cried out.He tugged lightly at the clamps with his teeth, and she met his eyes, her own filled with tears of pain but she dimpled slightly as she said breathlessly,'Master... I am yours, Lucien Delano..."He grunted.F*ck, but he could never have enough of this delectable offering laid before him: this lush body, the thighs wet with her want, her shining pink c*n