Schwartz’s words made me feel alarmed. 'I wanted to talk to you.' When he said it so seriously, I looked at him, my lips parted in uncertainty. "Hey, chill!' he said, but his expression was sober. Now I was intrigued. Shooing the kids over to Beatrice, I indicated the wide kitchen windows where I could sit on a chair and no one would be within earshot.After I was comfortably settled, he perched on the counter, gazing at his hands for a long time. I leaned my head back, folding my hands over my stomach. I was prepared to wait. Taking a deep breath, he went into his recital bluntly. 'You do know that Delano is ... that he cares for you, right?' he began unceremoniously.I scowled at him, my plump mouth thinning. As I made to stand up and move away, he gripped my wrist. Staring at him, I looked down at the hard grip on my wrist. Schwartz had always been gentle, caring, and never the one to use brute force so I was startled.Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sita Kumar tense. She unobtr
Ria was a little feverish that evening. The time she had spent in the outdoor pool despite being asked to come in, had made her catch a chill and she had been sneezing at dinnertime as well. She had a small slice of pie which was unusual enough for her.Having forced her to have some broth that I had fixed for her, I stood, worriedly, fussing over her when Lucien entered for dinner. Scrambling down from her seat, she trundled over to him and clasped his knees. I felt a pang of jealousy. How soon she had accepted him in her life, I thought. Gaston picked her up immediately and frowned across at me," She’s burning. She has a fever, woman!." He was almost yelling at me, his eyes hot embers of fury.Good grief, I thought crossly, I had been a veteran of colds and coughs and fevers with the kids when we were in Bhutan, struggling all alone. One sneeze and the man was behaving like he was being decapitated! Hands on my hips,I pursed my lips."Yes,' I answered crossly. She spent too much ti
LucienHis first thought was that it was one of the children but as he walked forward, he saw that the little figure perched on the stool was that of the woman who haunted him.His Wife.Proserpina.The woman he lusted for every night as he fisted himself with his large hands, grunting with desire for the one woman he wanted, the only woman he needed. The woman he had impregnated a second time, in a night of anger and passion, an act that left him sleepless with remorse. She was too engrossed in her tub of chocolate ice cream and since she sat directly under the large lamp, she had not made out that he was standing in the shadows inside the door, drinking in the sight of her abandoned enjoyment as she licked the spoon enthusiastically.Sensuously.Her small tongue flicked in and out, massaging the spot, he thought, his co*ck rearing as he watched, intently. It made him think of how she had mastered the art of sucking his co*k; when the beast was in her mouth, she worshipped it, her sm
ProserpinaSliding him a look from under my lashes, I moved around, replacing the bowl, and returning the ice cream tub to the fridge. I moved sensuously, taking my time, knowing that he was like a man on fire with lust.My large breasts jiggled as I walked slowly towards him and I made sure that he noticed, even splashing water on them, accidentally of course, so that the taut nipples stood out clearly. His eyes seemed to be riveted on them as I walked forward, To my satisfaction, Lucien seemed hypnotised by the sight of the breasts that he used to fondle so roughly, making me climax so easily.Although the man's eyes followed me everywhere, hungrily, he remained stiff and silent.*'Go to your room,' he growled in a clipped voice as I finally glided past him, deliberately brushing against his muscular chest. I stopped, so close that my body was almost touching his. The hardened menace on his face seemed to grow even harsher but strangely, I only got more aroused by his obvious disco
ProserpinaThen I said softly, pouting, “I am so wet…’ His face was a picture of pure undiluted lust as his eyes raked my body. I dimpled lightly and said,"Look my shirt, is sticking to me!"At that moment, I swallowed; my Mafia Don looked dangerous. Was I doing the right thing? For Lucien looked like a man who had been offered a seven-course dinner, his face flushed with desire as he stared, his greedy eyes devouring my rock-hard, firm nipples.Breaking the spell deliberately, I sighed in a husky voice, full of longing,‘Next time, could you get vanilla ice cream? Please? I love the creaminess…’And I slowly licked my lips, swirling the tip of my tongue over my full lips, as he watched, breathing hard, his eyes flinty slits.The look on his face was priceless.‘Hmm…I need to get out of these wet clothes.’I went on pleasantly.Grinning mischievously, I stretched my arms above my neck, drawing his attention to the dark triangle between my thighs as the shirt I was wearing, rode up.
LucienHe threw his head back, eyes closed tight as he groaned. He knew he was close to spurting his seed, his meaty hands moving faster and faster as he gripped his shaft. He imagined himself ramming into her, the woman he simply could not get over, the woman who had teased him till he was on the brink of madness. And heard a soft gasp of surprise.Whipping his head around, he turned to glare at the person who had dared to enter his private, hallowed space. Proserpina stood there. Her lips were parted, her eyes devouring him. She was still clad in the shirt which clung to her body. As she stood in the bathroom in the doorway, staring at him, her soft lips parted, a look of longing on her face. He stopped, his erect manhood twitching in ownership as he turned to face her, arms hanging limply at his sides.His entire body suggested that he would pounce on her in that narrow space. Take her and make her pay for teasing him so mercilessly, for toying with his feelings. Her eyes dropped u
ProserpinaI will never recall how we made it to the bed; all I remember is the way we were, like two people who had just discovered each other's bodies. Hungry, fierce. He was aggressive, his lust barely in check as his hands roamed over me, kneading and groping with a hunger only matched by mine. In all fairness, Lucien tried to hold himself back, to be gentle but I was impatient.I realised belatedly, that carrying a baby in my womb had only made me more sensuous and heightened my sexuality. I wanted him with an appetite that was not going to be appeased lightly.As I flicked my tongue tantalisingly across his nipples and then nipped them, he groaned, "Woman, I don't want to hurt you. Stop teasing me.' For an answer, I reached out and stroked his now-exposed strong manhood which was as thick and strong and savage as my eager, wet pussy remembered it to be.He hovered over me, his big body anchored on his powerful arms, the thick muscles bulging as he tried to hold back his passion.
ProserpinaSometime during the night, he rolled me on top of his big body as we made love. I knew that it was a concern for me and the child in my womb that made him do so and I felt immensely touched by that. Later we lay, our limbs entangled, damp and drained. I kissed the damp, strong arm to reassure myself that I was not dreaming. I had placed my head against his shoulder. He stroked my cheek roughly and growled, "So this is what you become when you are with child, eh? Insatiable?'And then, as I turned my face to him and kissed him longingly, he growled warningly, his shaft hardening and rearing again as my small hands caressed his member lovingly. Teasing him further, I lifted my fingers to lick the dripping pre-cum from his manhood, I circled my lips with my tongue, making appreciative noises as I licked my fingers arousing him to a point of no return. His body was stiff, alert and I could see the predatory look in his narrowed blue eyes as he watched me, unblinkingly, his cock
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