He swore but kept sitting in the shadows till dawn, smoking his joints. And he was rewarded when he saw them emerge, at almost dawn.The Don with his arm around his little wife’s waist, holding her, supporting her as they walked. A posse of bodyguards followed them, keeping their distance discreetly but even in the waning moonlight, he could see the shaky way the woman was walking, the way a woman who had been well laid, moved. He swore and his desire grew.He wanted to f*ck that woman, he thought crazed with lust as he went inside to snort another line.*Three days laterProserpinaI was humming as I re-entered the house, my yoga mat in my hands. I had been out in the secluded part of the garden, doing my exercises. I had an appointment with the doctor that day, later in the afternoon and I needed to ask Beston to arrange for a vehicle and the inevitable troop of guards.Lucien had just got back from the Club. He was busy as the opening night was in two days’ time, having had to pos
Ramona stalked into the room, her chest constricting with fury.She felt as though she had been played by that brute, the Mafia Don, with his cold, laser-like gray eyes that seemed to study her and find her wanting. She fumed, her chest heaving.SHE was the woman who was desired by men, the pin-up girl of many magazines, with her exotic looks and the body most men would worship. She had been pushed to the side, discarded as easily as if she had been a toy when the man had seen his wife, that fat creature, approach. The escorts accompanying her were silent as they led her to the door of the room where she was staying. She slammed the door shut in their faces, ungraciously.Lighting a cigarette, she puffed furiously as she paced, oblivious to the beautiful room and its tastefully arranged furniture and artifacts. Ramona was hopping mad. A knock on the door made her gnash her teeth and she flung the door open, shouting,“What the f*ck…’And stopped. Her handsome half-brother stood there,
HilaIn another part of the town named Hollowford, Hila Zaidi was on the prowl. She had been forced to leave her latest hiding place because of the Monk’s men who were scrounging the streets, looking for her.Finally, giving up, she glared at the burner phone and swore.She would have to meet up with Him. She had some important information to hand over to him anyway. Ignoring the sudden racing of her pulse at the thought of meeting the man she ached for, the pretty, pettie Israeli woman set off, diving into the subway to hide and work her way back in an elaborate fashion, to reach Piers Delano.^James SchwartzHe lay, drugged and woozy. His body ached, that is, the lower part of his body which still had sensation,, his thighs, and his legs. Proserpina had been to see him and had sat, crooning beside him.“The surgery went off well, dear James,’ she whispered, leaning toward him as she spoke softly, the hint of vanilla in her hair wafting to him.‘But we are keeping you sedated for a
Handsome James Schwartz had suffered a near seizure, and he was unable to speak now. His eyes, when I went to meet him, were blank and unfocused, and it made me want to weep. The doctors were perplexed; he had been responding excellently. Now he had slipped into a grey zone, not responding to the medications.Once, when Lucien went to see his friend, I saw how my powerful husband’s shoulders seemed to slump. He thrust his large hands into the pockets of his trousers and rocked on his heels. I could feel his pain and made to step to him, and wrap my arms around my lover. But Ria who had accompanied Lucien, moved closer and placed her small hand in his, clutching his arm tightly. There were tears in my beautiful blonde daughter’s eyes as she stood, by her father, giving him strength, her lips pressed to his jacketed arm, and he wrapped a brawny arm about her shoulders, holding her to his powerful, stocky body.They stood like that for a long while, the father and daughter, and I was tha
Ramona gaped.The man adored the chit of a girl, she thought crossly. The little vixen flashed Ramona a quick, triumphant look as she spoke caustically,“Why Senorita, have you gotten the time missed up; it’s just breakfast time!’Her eyes danced as she looked over the skimpily-clad beauty scornfully.Her younger brother, the beefy fellow, chipped in, grinning as he added,“Aww, Ria. Let a man get an eyeful already.’The twins exchanged looks as Proserpina bustled out of the kitchen. She had a slight baby bump but as she headed to the table, the Don rasped,“Woman, shouldn’t you be resting? You were ill this morning.’Proserpina Delano was wearing a simple blouse and a skirt, but somehow, even in that casual outfit, she managed to look desirable and effortlessly appealing. The way her large breasts bounced as she moved, the small smile playing about her generous mouth, mysterious and tantalizing as she glanced at the man who was watching her, his grey eyes unwaveringly fixed on her.D
Ria looked up from her paperwork and smiled at her lover as he peeked around the door to check on her.Seeing her, he smiled indulgently, his dark, otherwise serious but breathtakingly handsome face transforming.He entered the room and tipping her chin, he kissed her as he growled between kisses,‘Babe, I need to go out for a while. Take care.’Her forehead creased. Out?‘Out where?’ she demanded, getting to her feet and slipping into his arms, inhaling the familiar smell of the Philippe she had known for so long.He smiled as he kissed her eyes, her forehead, and her lips, and then growled against her mouth.‘Out.’She snorted.Pushing him away with her small fists, she glared up at his face, her hands on her hips.‘No need to get all mysterious on me, Capo. You know that Piers, Claude or Pappa will tell me.’He grinned, the white teeth conspicuous against his swarthy skin.‘Ah Babe. I forget that I am engaged to the Boss’s daughter,’ he teased and she flared up, predictably,‘Don’t
PiersIt was as the first grey light of dawn streaked the sky outside his window of the house in the town, that Piers came awake. The soft sound of clothes, the rustle of her movements as she crept around, preparing to leave, that must have been what had brought him awake, he realized as he rubbed a hand roughly over his stubbled jaw and opened his eyes,In the gloom, he saw her.Hila Zaidi was moving to the door. As though becoming aware of his gaze on her, she turned. As always, hiding her body under layers of coats, for Hila had once mentioned, in a rare glimpse of her true nature, that the cold affected her badly.The dark, watchful gaze settled on him and she hesitated for a moment before coming to him, moving swiftly. With a groan, he raised his arms and gripped her nape, kissing her as though the world was coming to an end as he kissed her hard. F*ck, but he wanted this woman with a deep longing, a desire to keep her beside her always. And in his heart, he knew he would never h
He grunted, his c*ck rearing at the soft response. The woman would give him a hard-on just with a word, he thought as he gripped her nape, kissing her hard as she bent to him. She flushed as she raised her head. Only Ria and their youngest, Rudy, were at the table and Ria glanced indulgently at them, arching a brow at her parents as she lowered Baby Rudy onto his high chair beside his mother’s chair.The baby chuckled uproariously, grabbing Ria’s hair, and the Don smiled. This was his world, his family, his Woman, and the children she had borne him.“Are you feeling all right, Woman?’ he asked in a deep timber, a large hand stroking the small of her back in rotary movement and she smiled, sighing in pleasure, leaning into him, her belly pressing into him.She nodded, biting her lower lip delicately as she debated whether to tell him of the Argentine’s unwanted advances.Deciding against it, she murmured in a soft voice,‘Lucien… I need to bring in the rest of the food.’He scowled as