Lucien gripped Proserpina’s hand, stroking the inside of her wrist gently, suggestively and then, raising it to his lips, he kissed her palm.“Something funny, woman?’ he growled thickly, putting down his whiskey tumbler and Proserpina felt the familiar wetness pooling between her legs as he looked into her husband’s hungry eyes.It was going to be one of those nights, she thought, her heart racing as she looked into his slate grey eyes, dark with desire. A night of submitting to her man and she felt her insides clenching in desire. His eyes skimmed over her face, noting the widened eyes, the slightly parted lips and his lips twisted slightly. A cruel grimace which made her heart skip a beat, her breathing become shallower. She needed to know that she should have told him about the pregnancy, he thought as she lowered her head and continued to eat. Yes, he would be using her thoroughly tonight, both of them knew it and neither of them could wait to get into their bedroom…With a supre
The party broke up around two in the morning. Tristan Lord was one of the first to leave, leading his sons out while Melissa carried little Lynne Ann who was fast asleep.The others were all spending the night in the huge mansion with the notable exception of Britney. The woman was half carried, half helped to a car and Lucien gave terse instructions that she should be deposited in the Townhouse. Philippe nodded as he drove away with a man in tow. He glanced back at the house where he knew Ria was observing him.Damn, but she had looked adorable, enticing, in that little dress and he had felt more turned on than ever as he looked at her, knowing she was unattainable.*Ria watched them go. She had already decided what she was going to do the next day. Firming her lips, she moved from the window where she had been watching Philippe drive away with that drunk creature in the back seat, her lips twisting in disgust as she thought of Britney.All the children would be staying on for a few
Abruptly Cole raised his head and looked into the furious face of the man who had fathered, Lucien Delano who loomed in the doorway, his face a savage grimace. Proserpina pushed him away and stepped away, scrubbing her mouth with her fist, her eyes wild with conflicting emotions.Cole grinned, a malevolent chuckle as he stepped back. Proserpina’s eyes misted with tears as she turned and ran out, stifling a sob. She moved past her husband and was out in the hall and running even as Lucien turned to look at Cole, his eyes narrow slits of rage.LucienHe faced the young man before him, his fists clenching and unclenching as he tried to control his rage. Cole grinned, sure that his father would believe him.‘C’mon, Dad. She was turning on every man in the room, jiggling those big tits…’He got no further.Lucien crossed the room in two strides and reached out to grab the younger man’s shirt collar in one large fist. Then, before Cole could even comprehend what was happening, he had swung
Abruptly Cole raised his head and looked into the furious face of the man who had fathered, Lucien Delano who loomed in the doorway, his face a savage grimace. Proserpina pushed him away and stepped away, scrubbing her mouth with her fist, her eyes wild with conflicting emotions.Cole grinned, a malevolent chuckle as he stepped back. Proserpina’s eyes misted with tears as she turned and ran out, stifling a sob. She moved past her husband and was out in the hall and running even as Lucien turned to look at Cole, his eyes narrow slits of rage.LucienHe faced the young man before him, his fists clenching and unclenching as he tried to control his rage. Cole grinned, sure that his father would believe him.‘C’mon, Dad. She was turning on every man in the room, jiggling those big tits…’He got no further.Lucien crossed the room in two strides and reached out to grab the younger man’s shirt collar in one large fist. Then, before Cole could even comprehend what was happening, he had swung
ProserpinaI stood under the hot sprays of water, scrubbing my skin. The purple outfit that Melisa had got me lay in a crumpled heap in the laundry basket. I was weeping; the disgust I had felt when that man put his hands over me, rubbing his erection into me… I almost puked again. Sobbing, I rubbed my mouth, hating him for having done what he had done.I felt violated and I sobbed again, leaning against the wall.Lucien’s Son. For the love of God, he had touched me and molested me.I leant against the wall, sinking to the cool wet tiles, burying my face in my arms and sobbing wildly.*LucienHe heard her before he entered the bathroom. Her loud cries, like an animal in distress, came from the shower cubicle and without a thought, he stored in. He was dressed, his jacket getting drenched immediately but the sight of his woman curled into a piteous ball as she sat, weeping inconsolably, made him feel as though someone had put a hand inside his chest and wrenched his heart, squeezed it
LucienProserpina had come awake at dawn again and rushed to the bathroom. He came awake at once and hearing her retching violently, he rose, following her to the bathroom. She stood, swaying and then leaning against the wall, ashen-faced, purple bruises under her eyes. Without a word, he helped her wash and brush her teeth for she insisted and then he helped her back to bed. Standing over her, his face tight with concern, he watched as she sipped a cup of weak tea that Beatrice brought up immediately at his summons. She had also slipped in a sedative, again on Lucien’s instructions.Proserpina fell asleep soon after in his arms, holding his muscular arms to her chest. He had felt his manhood swell and knew he wanted to take her but not like this, not when she was so vulnerable and exhausted, mentally and physically after her ordeal. After a lot of agonising moments, he had made do with wedging his hard shaft between the cheeks of her rounded a*s. She had murmured in slight protest bu
That nightShe had been annoyed at having been peremptorily dragged from a delicious meal at the elite restaurant because her lover was growing jealous of the looks she was getting.Turning to him, dimpling mischievously her curvaceous body visible through the near-transparent night shirt, she had shaken her head firmly.“No, I want to look at the moon.’ she declared impishly and tilted her chin obstinately, turning her back on him deliberately, goading him although she knew he was aroused.He had said, in a harsher tone,“Woman, get here or I shall f*ck the sh*t out of you, on the balcony.’She had erupted in giggles, clearly disbelieving.Feeling as though she was challenging him with her firm refusal to obey him, he had walked out on to the balcony, naked, his c*ck prominently erect and stiff. She needed to be taught a lesson.When he approached her and kissed her hungrily, she had melted in his arms, thinking that as always, they would return to the bedroom behind him. But he had
RiaShe wandered downstairs after a fitful sleep, rubbing her eyes and yawning as she entered the kitchen, expecting to see her mother, bustling about.To her astonishment, it was a grim-faced Camille and Beatrice who sat at the well-scrubbed, spotlessly clean kitchen table, sipping coffee. Beatrice looked as though she had been weeping and Ria rushed forward in alarm, hurrying to wrap her arms around the old woman’s shoulders. That was when she became aware of Philippe Diaz lounging in the doorway, a mug of steaming coffee in his large hands. She felt the flush rise up in her cheeks. She was in her short shorts and her T-shirt, a well-worn one and her golden hair was in an untidy braid, over a shoulder.But he helped her out; Philippe turned to place the mug on the counter and with a nod at her and a ‘See you later, Bea,’ he strolled out into the hallway, heading to her father’s study.She felt ridiculously bereft and tried not to look after his disappearing back. But then, she remem