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
ProserpinaSuddenly, the sound of an agitated pounding on the door made Lucien turn around sharply.Ria's shrill voice could be heard, "Pappa! Pappa! OPEN THE DOOR, PAPPA! Come quickly! We can’t find Mumma!'Lucien had crossed the room and thrown open the door before I made it halfway, having hastily pulled on his large bathrobe. Ria hurtled in like a little tornado and came to an abrupt stop.Looking from me to Lucien and then back to me, she asked in a demanding voice, 'Pappa, what is Mumma doing in your room?'And then, flinging herself on me, she sobbed, “I thought you had run away, Mumma!’Piers had also wandered in, looking adorable in his pyjamas, hair tousled and blinking back tears. He nestled himself in my arms and we stood, huddled for a while as I murmured soothingly to them.Lucien stood apart, watching silently. I felt my cheeks with colour. Lucien had never spent the entire night with me after we had moved into the bungalow. The kids were too young to figure out our com
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 uno
ProserpinaThey say the morning after you spend your first night with your lover is a magical one. For me, it took three children and a whole lot of heartache to experience that feeling!!! It was obvious that Lucien did not want to leave to attend to his business that day. He had come back to my room after breakfast and we had spent the time in each other’s arms. There were so many things to say which lay unsaid between us. But healing would take time although I knew that the process had begun.I gave myself up to his lovemaking which was tempered with gentleness as he caressed my rounded belly and made me cry with the exquisite feelings of joy…***I had cooked up a storm that afternoon when Lucien turned up with Schwartz and Shark in tow. Lucien followed me to the bedroom, his hands roving over my body as we kissed hungrily. Ria and Piers seemed rather annoyed at lunch and I was genuinely puzzled.They had seemed fine as they went about their riotous games in the morning. Besides, t
ProserpinaWhen Grace brought me the lovely long dress that Danielle had got for me on Lucien's instructions, I sat staring at it in disbelief. Even after all these years, I was still awed when I saw a beautiful gown and this time was the same.Lucien's words had been clipped over the phone when he spoke to me. Schwartz's party was to be held at the club, not the log cabin near the lake he said and it was slated to begin a few days earlier. This evening, he said and slammed the phone before I could ask for details. I stared stupidly at my cell phone: Lucien had sounded irritated but I knew instinctively that it was something that was weighing on his mind, something that he could not handle which was getting to him. But when Grace laid the lovely gown before me, I was wonderstruck.Deep purple, it had a plunging V- V-neckline with a deep back that almost reached my waist. Clinging to my full breasts alluringly, it flared out in folds below the bodice and effectively hid my rounded bell
As for Lucien, he did not say a word but the hand that fastened itself around my upper arm, presumably to help me, was like a harsh vice, tight and painful. I dabbed at my mouth furtively but I felt his cold eyes follow my gesture.'What was that?' he snarled, his voice low and vibrating with a slow-burning rage. I turned to look up at him fearfully, wide-eyed. I had fashioned my long hair in a chignon, to make myself look older and more mature but at that moment, I felt like a guilty schoolgirl caught by the harshest teacher ever, preparing for the inevitable punishment.'I...I wanted to thank him...' I whispered, aware that the bodyguards were with us, a few feet away. And aware that they could hear us."Thank him?', Sneered Lucien, his hand tightening even more, 'What has he done for you, eh?' I felt a coldness inside me.How Lucien regarded me in suspicion troubled me. When would he realise that for me, there was no other man in my life but him? Not wanting to create a scene in pu
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