LucienThe Mafia Don looked sternly at his daughter as he repeated his words. He was alone with his daughter in the large study and he had just told her something that had made her see red.She was not to attend university this semester. It was too dangerous.The late afternoon sunlight flooded the room, bathing it in warm tones of brown. Outside the large floor to ceiling windows, the trees at the edge of the lawns were adorned in the colours of winter, reds and yellows and browns. The majestic onslaught of winter was near. But the people in the room were oblivious to the beauty of the landscape around the mansion. Like the guards patrolling the grounds, armed and ready for any eventuality, they were hell-bent on what they were doing; a fiery discussion, in this case.Lucien Delano sat behind his large , polished desk which was as always, uncluttered and tidy. The Boss was notoriously neat to a fault. His silver head was gleaming and as always, when he was working, the dove-grey shir
ProserpinaShe was feeling exhausted and the heaviness in her abdomen meant that her body was craving a few hours of rest, with feet up on a bed or something. But it was not to be now, she knew . Sighing, she acknowledged silently that she needed to help smoothen things out.*Once Ria was back and safely ensconced in the Delano mansion, the Boss had left to get on with his work. It was now almost dinner time.Proserpina had been working too; taking calls from the far east, where the Buddhist Centres were now flourishing, gradually but firmly. She was proud of her achievement in a quiet way; doing something she enjoyed always made her feel good. The fluttering of her stomach made her smile. Her child obviously agreed with her.Next on the list had been, of course, the task of updating her blog. There had been several queries on her food bags and responding to some took a long while. Luckily, her assistant, Thadana, was there to take care of most of the typing since she found it increa
ProserpinaShe blinked and then slowly proceeded to obey him. The slight of her swollen belly should have made him stop but the knowledge that he was responsible for the state she was in, He was the one who had sole control over the delectable body before him, only made him groan in desire.He was a pervert, a dirty old man, as she described him when she teased him, but he could not care.Proserpina was like a drug and he needed to have her regularly, under him, naked and helpless as he sank his hard shaft into the wetness between her thighs, riding her hard.*Demurely, she stood, before him, subdued now, clad in her just lacy underwear. Her large breasts, full and thrusting, spilt out of the bikini-like bra and through the lace of her panties, he could make out the soft dark curls, the thatch of curls at the junction of her thighs that tantalised him.“Give me that, little sl*t,’ he commanded and she took off her bra with shaking hands.He could smell her arousal and he tugged her t
The nurse moved confidently. She had the air of someone who knew her business and the guards glanced at her idly as she made her way to the door with the assurance of a person who was used to doing this every day. The tray of syringes and tubes she was holding in her hands made her look like part of the furniture and the guard at the door gave a stiff nod when she gave him a bright smile. The woman was wearing the standard white uniform and he along with his mate, merely looked away as the middle-aged, broad woman met their eyes and smiled. With her greying hair and her large protruding teeth, she was not exactly pretty although there was a flirtatious gleam in her eyes.They did not ask themselves why they had never seen the woman before during their shifts; it was night and almost time for the next two guards to come and take over. Assuming that she was one of the nurses who took the day shifts, they stood, waiting for their relievers to arrive at midnight.*Father Paval had been l
Maja Nord had made a sincere effort to dress up for the occasion. She had rifled through her meagre wardrobe and finally pulled out a dress that had been with her for years now, a dress she had bought impulsively when she was still trying to make her ex-husband Tommas feel some desire for her, shortly after Madeline was born.The fire engine red, incredibly comfy outfit as the saleswoman had gushed when she bought it suddenly seemed too dressy and she felt herself stiffen as she felt Schwartz’s eyes trail over her clothes slowly. The man was as always dressed in his casual yet classy way and she wanted nothing more than to dart back inside and change into something like her old jeans and faded T-shirt.She had worn this outfit just the once but Tommaso, who had undoubtedly appreciated the exotic fashion had already been losing interest in her and she had stored it away broken heartedly for he had walked out that very night after her attempts at seducing him had fallen flat.*This eve
It was the expression in the woman’s eyes and the total silence in the room that alerted Claude Delano.The young man moved with the swiftness of the boxer he was and was across the room even as the woman turned and lunged at him, a deadly-looking knife in her hand. She swung her arm and caught him in the shoulder, for he was encumbered with the sling on his right arm but he still struck out, his left fist connecting with her chin and then, to his shock, the woman sprang across the room, brandishing her knife, her eyes flashing with rage and hate as he spun around. She raised her hand and made to fling something at the motionless frame of his brother who lay, forlorn and unaware of the commotion between them. Claude leapt forward and kicked out , his booted foot connecting with the woman’s wrist, catching her unawares and she let out a muffled oath as she spun away again.She was quick, he thought in some amazement, for someone who looked overweight she moved swiftly, precisely.He wa
Maja watched them out of the corner of her eyes; the man had gripped her small wrist and drew her to his body, saying something in a low undertone that made Proserpina blush prettily as she tucked her hair behind her ear. She sank down onto a chair that one of the men had drawn up for her and Maja saw how Proserpina turned to give the man a smile of gratitude.Even as all the people gathered around the huge table were eating and Maja was tucking into the delicious repast, the security men, omnipresent as they were, stepped to Lucien Delano. A look of panic went over Proserpina’s face and her husband reached out to hold her hand as he took up the phone that one of his men had brought him. His hard grey eyes immediately locked with those of James Schwartz, who had also stopped eating.With an oath, Lucien Delano rose to his feet, wiping his lips and flinging the napkin down,, all in one movement. Schwartz had also risen to his feet as did Proserpina, a look of bewilderment and fear on h
LucienThe Mafia Don strode into the hospital, his face set and cold. His men flanked him, trotting along to keep pace. The Boss was furious and they knew that heads would roll before the night was out. The senior doctors were there, looking white-faced, unhappy and frightened. When Lucien St Claire scowled, they fell over themselves to keep him happy. And now, he was like a raging bull.‘The f*ck did the woman get inside?’ he roared and the chief doctor quailed before him. Claude was in the hospital. He had required around thirteen stitches. Lucien had visited his son, a perfunctory visit but Claude had been sedated as well and had not been aware of his father standing over him, dark face brooding as he looked down at his son.Savagely, he rounded on the doctor again and the man trembled as he said,“She… she… managed to get into the nursing bay. Must have donned a uniform.’ he looked at the ground as he spoke fumbling for words to explain his incompetence, too scared to meet the Don
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