ProserpinaMy voice broke as I stared at the floor, unable to see the looks on the faces of my children. Paddy’s fingers tightened as I continued,‘No, it happened a long time ago, the boy…he’s older than Claude, I think but younger than you.’ I looked at the twins, appealing to them.Piers was still holding my hand in his but I could feel the anger coursing through him.He spun around abruptly,“The f*cking old GOAT!’ he shouted and whirling about, went to stand beside the window, his shoulders bunched tightly with the effort of controlling his fury.*I saw Tara turn to Ria and ask in a stage whisper, eyes rounded in shock,‘Is Piers calling Pappa a goat?’I stood up and said my voice trembling with the effort,“Piers. Don’t you DARE speak of your father in that way!’He spun around and burst out.“Mumma, you are …he doesn’t deserve you!’And I saw to my sorrow that my eldest son was almost in tears. He crossed the room and took me in his arms, holding me close, ’Mumma, Mumma, ‘ he
A couple of years agoThe years had been kind to him, thought Lucien Delano as he looked at his family around the table. It was dinner and he was enjoying the meal with his family. And of course, James Schwartz, who was more family than friend, who spent more than half of his life here, at Lucien’s mansion. Handsome James, who was still the only man he truly trusted, was his loyal friend who still wore his heart on his sleeve when he gazed at Proserpina.“Get yourself a woman,’ thought Lucien in irritation. every time he caught Schwartz’s almost worshipful gaze resting on Proserpina. Though he knew that his wife would never think of Schwartz in any way but as a friend. He smiled to himself.He would not let her, he thought, his eyes blazing. She belonged to HIM, only him.Even after all these years, he could not keep his hands off her. The moment they were in bed, it was explosive. Just last night, she had been sobbing as he had finished pumping his seed into her again.The sight of t
ProserpinaWhen she came awake to the familiar feeling of nausea, she swung her legs to the floor and made it to the bathroom just as the sickness hit her. After she had finished retching violently, she leant against the wall, panting.Morning sickness, she thought bitterly. She was getting too old for this she told herself and glanced in the mirror. The face that gazed back at her was pale, deathly white and only the dark bruises under her eyes added any colour to her face. Splashing water on her tired eyes, she reflected on her conversation with Brian.He had suggested that she take a few days off and fly to Bhutan. Stepping under the shower, she thought about it as the warm jets of water pounded her body. Why not? she asked herself.But in her heart of hearts, she knew she would not run away. She was the one who held the family together, her children needed her.Yes, perhaps in a few months, she could decide. But right now, she had to stay and fight. She would meet Lucien’s ‘son’ a
ProserpinaWhen she came awake to the familiar feeling of nausea, she swung her legs to the floor and made it to the bathroom just as the sickness hit her. After she had finished retching violently, she leant against the wall, panting.Morning sickness, she thought bitterly. She was getting too old for this she told herself and glanced in the mirror. The face that gazed back at her was pale, deathly white and only the dark bruises under her eyes added any colour to her face. Splashing water on her tired eyes, she reflected on her conversation with Brian.He had suggested that she take a few days off and fly to Bhutan. Stepping under the shower, she thought about it as the warm jets of water pounded her body. Why not? she asked herself.But in her heart of hearts, she knew she would not run away. She was the one who held the family together, her children needed her.Yes, perhaps in a few months, she could decide. But right now, she had to stay and fight. She would meet Lucien’s ‘son’ a
LucienWhen he came awake, he was alone in the sprawling townhouse penthouse bedroom, the luxurious master suite. It must be around four in the afternoon, he thought, rubbing his gritty eyes. After a rough night here at the Townhouse, he had gone across to the Delano mansion to inform his family of the decision to bring his son, Cole, to the of for a round of introductions. Only, things had soured and he had left immediately, returning to the townhouse and drinking himself house into a stupor, sick with guilt and the look on his lovely Woman's face.His man, Gustav, was moving around softly but he felt relieved to see that he had managed to get rid of Britney who had seemed to think that he had come to the townhouse last evening to be with her.No amount of persuasion seemed to convince the woman that he had no interest in her body anymore; that what they had shared if it could be called so, was dead. He had used her body at one time on a regular basis; he had never had feelings for
ProserpinaWhen I woke up to the familiar need to throw up, I was feeling drained. Leaning against the bathroom wall, I sighed. My life was unravelling and I had not contacted my colleagues at the Buddhist Centre all week. The blog remained un-updated too and I sighed, the tears trickling down my cheeks.Worse, I missed the feel of Lucien in the bed beside me; his warm, reassuring presence, the way he would take me in the morning, rolling over on top of me even as I came out of the throes of sleep, the exquisite feel of his stubble against my body, his shaft urgently digging into me before plunging inside …Yes, I missed it all.But I was damned if I was going to mope. I had to be strong, had to fight.*Splashing water on my face, I determined to look my best today; Lucien was going to bring his ‘son’ and his former playmate here this evening for dinner; a terse message had arrived on my phone to that effect. Well, I was going to be prepared for it, I thought, thrusting out my chin.I
ProserpinaI was more than a little surprised when Melissa turned up in the afternoon, bringing along with her, a hairstylist and a beautician.“What?’ I gaped at her in alarm.‘You are beautiful as you are,’ she said smartly, hands on hips like she was addressing one of her first graders, and then wagging her forefinger at me severely, she went on,’But right now, I think you need to look your Best. Which is not true as of now. You need to look at your hair. It’s a mess.’ I shrank. It was true. I had not been sleeping or eating well. My long brown tresses looked dry and brittle. I sighed and turned away but she grabbed my arm.“Look, you dish up the best food in the world and you are an amazing Mom. But you need to take care of your body, your looks, too.’I nodded slowly.So the next two hours of the afternoon went by in giving me a manicure and the works. I dozed off as the beautician worked on me, massaging my body with her deft hands. When I came awake, I felt rejuvenated, my bo
ProserpinaThe sound of Lucien roaring at someone in the corridor alerted us to his arrival and I tensed. But Schwartz held my arms, gently stroking them with his thumbs and I knew what he was trying to say; stay calm.Our eyes were on the door as my husband strode in. His eyes, grey like cold steel, narrowed as they rested on me and I saw his jaw tighten. But it was the woman who traipsed behind him who caught my attention.Britney. With the startlingly blonde hair that came from the mixture of chemicals in a bottle, she looked hard-faced and unpleasant, her lips thinning as she looked at me.Once she had been one of my husband’s favourite wh*res, I thought grimlyHer clothes were inappropriate, to say the least. A fire engine red outfit with a sweetheart neckline and a built-in push-up bra with padded cups that made her breasts thrust out in an awkward way. The asymmetric high-low hem with visible boning details that add silhouette-defining structure and adjustable self-ties spaghet
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