LucienHe swore as the minutes ticked by and his wife did not appear. As his anxiety grew, Lucien tossed his head back and gulped down another drink. He wanted to be back in the confines of his home in the suburbs, with the woman he cared for in his arms. Raking his hands through his vibrant grey hair, he thought again about how important she had become to him.‘Damn,’, he thought, scowling, he was totally smitten by her. The way her brown eyes lit up when they saw him, the way she still blushed when he fu*ked her and said things to her that made her cry out in protest…The way her pus*y tightened around his shaft when he was hammering into her, her muscles squeezing him… But it was more than that, he acknowledged, he wanted to keep her happy, to see her smile. He could not imagine a life without her.*His shoulders tightened. Yes, he had behaved like a boor, forgetting the fact that she had needed to sit down, and had not had a fruit drink, the only damn thing she drank, anyway, he r
Proserpina I was aware of the commotion in the hall as we approached, the way the guards seemed to be on alert, hurrying us along. But the spectacle unfolding before us brought me up short. It made me stop breathing for a few minutes. Lucien was beating up a guest, brutally, viciously. I had never seen this side of my husband although I was aware of his violent nature.Now I watched, open-mouthed, one hand protectively laid on my stomach, the other on Grace’s arm for support. He was thrashing the man, mercilessly. As the man tried to get onto his knees, I saw his suit: Ramos? Lucien kicked him in the ribs and hit him, uncaring that he had the guests watching in undisguised glee, like vultures. I felt sick. Schwartz rushed forward, murmuring something about the Boss and his aggressiveness and making a scene for no reason like an uncivilized thug.But I could not pull my eyes away from Lucien. He looked massive and frightening and I began to tremble. He kicked the man at his feet last
Proserpina My action must have been totally unexpected. There was a moment's silence, and then with a roar, he reacted. Even before the stinging sensation in my palm had died down, he had jerked me to him, his mouth plundering mine, his tongue forcing itself into my mouth. He bit my lower lip and as I cried out, he plundered my mouth cruelly. All the while, his hands roughly pulled at the neck of my gown, his hands squeezing my soft breasts coarsely, painfully as his lower body pressed against me, the strong thick thighs making me aware of how hard he was. I could feel the urgency of his hard shaft, tenting his immaculate trousers and I sobbed, struggling, trying to turn my head away. He raised his head, breathing heavily, eyes dark with desire and a softness I had not seen before. I pushed at his chest and managed to place a few inches between us as I whispered, "I did not choose to wear this gown. You got Daniela to buy it. Why are you punishing ME? " And taking a deep breath
The ManHe stood, watching as the party unfolded. He hated the way Lucien could not take his eyes off that Woman. But the Don seemed to be following her with his eyes, protectively, caring, concerned.The Man scowled.She was heavy with child, no great beauty, he thought disdainfully. And the Boss was besotted in his old age.But the other men in the room seemed to drink her in with their eyes.Her sensuous movements, even now, were like bait. Attracting men to her. He felt sorry for that fool Ramos. He had been openly lecherous and had paid the price for his folly.***He hated her.Had hated Proserpina Martinez, the little nobody, from the first time he had met her.A simpleton, he had thought when he first met her, all starry-eyed and in love with a man who was older than her. A fool. Wait for a while, Lucien will get over her, like the other women they had used. The three of them, together.But it had not happened that way.The affair had gone on for months.Then she had run away.
With an oath, Lucien clutched his chest where the bullet had pierced him as he spun around to shield his wife from the killer who stood in the doorway.A second shot rang out, hitting his right arm, his firing arm, which now hung lifelessly as the blood-stained his shirt, seeping through to the dinner jacket he wore.Proserpina mewled a sound of pain, trying vainly to staunch the bleeding, looking around helplessly for something to bind her lover’s arm as he stood, his face grey with pain and fury as he watched the man approaching them. Turning helplessly, she stood before her husband, shielding him with her body , glaring at the man who had walked in, who was raising his arm and taking aim to fire again.Proserpina“Shark!’ I spat out,’ You despicable, evil man!’He laughed, he was on a high with substance and the thrill of having shot at Lucien, effectively crippling his shooting arm.“Despicable?’ he crooned, stepping forward, pointing his gun again at Lucien,Then coldly, he went
Proserpina Shark fell to the ground, the shot having hit him dead in the center of the forehead. But I did not care to look at him, all my attention was on Lucien as he collapsed, the gun falling from his hands as he collapsed onto the floor, ashen-faced.I tried to rise but it was too much for me; hopelessly, sobbing his name aloud, I crawled to him.The blood from his wounds was flowing freely now and ina second, my hands as I cradled his poor head, were wet and sticky.Delirious with sorrow, I crooned,“Lucien, my love, no, don’t you DARE leave me.’His eyelids fluttered but remained shut.***There was a sudden burst of noise and Schwartz raced into the room, followed by the wingmen. Someone was yelling but I was only aware of Schwartz as he gently prised my hands away from Lucien.‘Hey, hey there,' he said tenderly, lifting me to my feet.“NO!’ I screamed, refusing to let go of my lover. And clutching at his shirt with my bloodied hands, I screamed,“That …that monster shot him,
ProserpinaA few days later, I was discharged from the hospital.The baby was doing well and so was I. It was only because of Shark’s beatings that I had had to stay in hospital. I had hurt my arm when I fell, and my face was now healing. It had been a livid purple in patches, but now the bruises were fading.Lucien was still in hospital, although he was recovering, albeit slowly. The doctors had assured me that he was getting better. Yes, he had initially been in danger of slipping into a coma due to the severe loss of blood. But the speedy attention he had received had helped. The bullets fired by Shark, I was informed, had missed any major arteries. The bleeding had been intense, but he was on the road to recovery. I visited him in the hospital, although he was sedated. He did not stir when we went in, the children and I. With my heart heavy with anxiety, we set off back home.Danielle had taken charge of our security, and she was thorough about it. Lucien also had a handful of be
ProserpinaDuring the following weeks, I refrained from visiting Lucien at the hospital. I had had enough of his blow hot, blow cold behaviour. We had been together in a near-death situation, and all he could do was treat me like this? Sorry, but I was done.The kids visited him every day, but I invented excuses not to go.*There was also the matter of my work. I was scaling new heights, and the Professor was proud of me, he declared. The University had agreed to fund an extension, so I was gung-ho about launching out on a different phase as well. With Baby Claude and my academic work, I made sure that I did not have time to mope over my Mafia Don, who seemed to be playing some childish game.For one thing, I had a new assistant, a cheerful young man of Chinese origin, whose parents had settled in the US before he was born. He proved to be a great help in organising the details regarding our new set-up. Alex Wu was intelligent and witty. He often came over to help me as I also had my