ProserpinaThe last time we had been together had been a few months ago, when Lucien took me to Portugal for a holiday. A truly magical getaway! Those days in Portugal had been memorable, the sunny days, the nights of intense lovemaking. Even after more than a decade, I still hungered for my lover’s touch, totally at his mercy and he continued to be the dominant, rough man he had been when he had first claimed me. Lucien could never seem to have enough of my body and I longed to have him take me the way he did, controlling my body and yet, taking me to the heights of ecstasy with his practised hands and mouth…and forceful, thrusting manhood… * I had come down with a tummy upset during our stay, a slight discomfort but I had stopped the Pill for a few weeks… * The doctor clucked his tongue sympathetically when I stammered out my explanation and said, ‘The medicines you took when you got the stomach bug…it could have neutralized the Pill.’ I sighed. * Lucien did not like to use
ProserpinaAround the same time as Lucien began to grow distant, the strange messages started to come.I had begun to write a blog. It had begun as a hobby. Egged on by my children and friends, especially James Schwartz, who kept praising my culinary skills, I began to write a blog on social media about cooking.It had become a runaway hit to my astonishment and I updated it every day, diligently, astonished by the number of followers I had!So I was mildly astonished at first when I came across the first comment that seemed strangely off.*A few weeks ago, I had been scrolling down the comments section when I stopped, startled by a comment. The recipe I had shared was one for a Slovakian dish and I had written a small note about having visited the area and tasted the dish there. The authentic recipe.It had been, of course, one of the worst times of my life. Lucien had disappeared in Slovakia and I had gone to find him, desperate and wretched.*The comment I noticed was bizarre at
ProserpinaI had the cabbie drop me in the middle of the street and I made my way blindly, to a coffee shop at a nearby mall, where I sat, hunched and trembling, unable to gather my thoughts together.Had all these years with Lucien been a lie then?Had he stashed his secret family away, hidden from me all this time? And when he left me to go on his business trips, had he really been going to visit them? The youth I had seen had been easily as old as Claude.So…? Could there be more children who would crawl out like worms coming out of woodwork?My thoughts went round and round like a rat on a wheel.I had left my phone in the car, I realized, when I was getting out at the Town House. But I needed to talk to someone. I looked around and caught the eye of a young man sitting close by, watching me. The expectant look on his face turned to one of elation when I made my way to him. With a small smile, stiffly, I asked,“Please, can you lend me your phone? ‘He almost fell off his chair in
LucienHe had guessed right, he thought, fury coursing through his veins as the cavalcade of cars roared down the streets. She had run to Handsome James, of course. The terse message from Schwartz informing him about her desperate plea for help had confirmed his suspicions.Handsome James Schwartz; Her Best best friend, as Proserpina laughingly called him.Lucien felt the familiar waves of jealousy flooding him. He knew that he, her husband and only lover, was older than her by a few decades, a fact that made him more savage in his lovemaking with her. To make her see that he was still the virile man he used to be. When he took her, he plundered her body, leaving love bites on her lush breasts and throat so that the world would know she belonged to him, only to Lucien Delano.Not that she had complained ever; Proserpina was the ideal submissive in bed. She followed his orders, obeyed him and her body was his to play with, he thought, feverishly. But he was astute enough to know that h
LucienHe clenched and unclenched his giant fists, fighting the urge to punch Schwartz and tear his woman out of his best friend’s arms.She was wearing a smocked yellow dress designed with rosebuds and looked achingly young in it. Simple and so very desirable, he thought, his eyes devouring her, the familiar longing spreading through him. But she took one look at him, her eyes blazing, the coffee-coloured eyes now smoky with pain and he knew he had lost her.*“Woman,’ he said gruffly, advancing.“We need to talk.’She moved away, out of Schwartz’s protective embrace and stiffened her shoulders.‘There is nothing to say,’ she said, her voice flat. She turned her back to the room but he could see that she was shaking with emotion.Being with this woman, having her in his life, had brought happiness to his otherwise hollow life; he had become a tycoon and a crime lord, taking women mindlessly, uncaring of the damage he left behind when he dumped them. Money, women, alcohol- they had be
ProserpinaShe said nothing, her arms crossed over her ample bosom, breathing fast as she stared at him. With a pang, he noticed the gleaming pendant that lay in the valley of her full breasts, the locket signifying that he owned her. He had gifted it to her, had put it around her neck, a thin gold chain with a small key as the locket, diamonds glittering against her warm skin. He loved to take it in his mouth as he mated her, tugging at it with his teeth, watching her face as he mounted her, and rode her. And then, sinking his teeth into her mounds, moving to her ripe, firm teats that had been suckled by his children, all six of them.F*ck he thought, his face darkening with passion, but he wanted to take her here, now, savagely, brand her so deeply with his hard c*ck, she would never look at another man, certainly not at Schwartz, not with that soft expression of appeal. The discomfort around his groin made him want to shift; instead, he moved towards her.Her plump lips tightened a
LucienHe stood before his woman, staring at her, her brown eyes drenched in tears although she was trying desperately to put up a brave front. He hated himself for being the cause of her hurt.Steeling himself to speak, he said hoarsely,“Woman, believe me.’She looked at him skeptically, contempt on her face. She did not need to speak to express her disdain with words; the look said it all.Believe him???He sighed and ran a hand through his thick grey hair as he went on,‘ I know, it sounds unbelievable.’ he said gruffly, ‘ But after I came to know…about breeding you…my son Claude...I have not slept with another woman.’Proserpina looked at him, disbelief etched clearly on her beautiful face. She looked as though she had grown older in a few moments, more mature and wan but with a beauty that made him want to pull her into his arms, to kiss away the hurt, the cynical look in her large brown eyes.He scowled and met her eyes and she stood up shakily, moving to stand beside the large
ProserpinaWe rode back home in total silence, Lucien and I. I sat, slumped in a corner, staring outside. I could have been in a stationary car for all I knew, my mind was abuzz with the thoughts I had tried to fight; reverberating with the things he had told me.Bethany, the favourite wh*re.He had sired a child with her.And now her sister and the son had turned up.I shuddered, taking a deep breath. I could feel Lucien’s eyes on me but I did not turn to look at him.Now I knew what hate was.*As we drove up to the house, Lucien said shortly,‘I shall come back later. I need to see…’“To go back to bed with your favourite wh*re?’I sighed wearily and slipped out of the car before he could respond. His face was thunderous but I ignored him and walked inside, nodding absently to the staff.Camille and Beatrice followed me; they knew I was upset. Bea took one look at my face and murmured,“Honey childe..’I could not bear it. I walked unerringly into the room where I spent my time wri