We entered a small cage like an elevator hidden by heavy red drapes that whisked us upstairs. All the while the man kept me imprisoned, his large hand trapping my arm painfully behind my back and I breathed shakily. I glanced fearfully at the man and his companions, with their blank faces, who were behaving as though it was normal for their boss to whisk a girl into an elevator and drag her to some unknown destination.
Suddenly, we were upstairs and I blinked, completely disoriented by the change of scene. The entire corridor we had emerged into, was carpeted richly, in dull browns and maroon, the wood-panelled walls giving it a classy finish. Doors led off from the corridor but every wooden door was shut. The silence was also a sophisticated one, I thought hysterically as he dragged me along.
It was entirely different from the raw, almost violent atmosphere of the large fighting club we had just left. The sights, the smells of that virile, primitive place were preferable to this cold, sterile atmosphere where anything could happen. And no one would hear me if I screamed.
I barely caught a glimpse of my surroundings before the man who was holding me dragged me to a large door at the end of the corridor. And then, he had shut the door in the face of his companions as he flung me into the room.
Landing on the rich beige carpet which was so thick, I almost sank in it, I glared at him, furious but he ignored me and stalked over across the room. Undignified though I felt, I was too angry to stop to think. In all my eighteen years, I had never had such a horrible day and believe me, I have seen plenty.
‘Wh…where …have you brought me?’ I cried shrilly, my voice shaking with fear.
The man strode over to a bar that ran the length of one wall and casually poured himself a generous drink. The room was large and dominated by a huge walnut desk that stood before windows that probably had a spectacular view of the city. I gulped as I realised that we were on one of the top floors of a building and the Fight Club I had been in was way below.
’ No need to get our knickers in a twist, little sl*t,’ he growled, without looking my way,
’This is my office above the Fight Club, where I sometimes enjoy a good f*ck,’ he went on indifferently, glancing at me in a cool, dismissive way, after taking another swallow from a tumbler. His look suggested that I was something disgusting which the cat had brought in and he had no intention of doing THAT with as insignificant a being as me.
Furiously, I scrambled to my feet as he turned away indifferently and poured another draught from the crystal decanter.
Breathing heavily, I cursed my foolishness.
Could it get any worse?
*
I was in the inner rooms of one of the scariest Fight Clubs in the city of Charlesville and I had entered it in the most humiliating way ever.
The salt and pepper head of the man who had whisked me here, gleamed in the muted overhead lights.
Tentatively, I looked about me, rubbing my arm where he had gripped me so tightly. The entire den was done up sparsely, in dark shades of brown to match the heavy wooden furniture; the table that seemed to dominate the room, the comfortable looking leather chair where the man apparently sat, the beige carpet, soft under my bare feet and the heavy beige and brown curtains that shut out the world. The bottles of expensive whiskey lining the wall on one side twinkled dangerously at me.
Suddenly, the door was flung open and a striking blonde woman rushed in, her hair in a tight bob around her beautifully shaped head, her blue eyes wide with apprehension and something else. She was quite a few years older than me but looked vaguely familiar though how it would be possible was a mystery in itself.
“Darling, Luc baby,’ she shrieked and flung herself at the man who looked irritated.
She was in a fishnet sort of costume and I stared in surprise for her dress revealed almost her entire body. Skinny, with an almost flat chest, she was tall and willowy.
As she sobbed and tried to press her long, lithe body to his, I saw the look of cool disinterest on his face and then, I looked away, colouring in embarrassment as he turned the full force of those cold grey eyes on me.
“I heard…you had been attacked …by some crazy wh*re…,’ she was babbling and I felt my cheeks flame and my small fists clenched in anger.
He put her from him and continued to watch me, his eyes enjoying my discomfiture.
I shifted uneasily from foot to foot as his eyes travelled the length of my skimpy red dress with the torn strap which I was holding up with some difficulty.
Becoming aware that he was not looking at her, she looked around, her bitter, crazed look lighting on me.
Immediately, the woman rounded on me.“You little tramp! How dare you steal my…!’ she screamed like a harridan as she lunged at me. I sidestepped quickly as I saw she was inebriated but she swerved wildly as she shrieked,
’BI*CH!’
But the big man moved quickly and grabbed her shoulders, shielding me effectively with his large body.
‘Patricia,’ he spoke in a voice that could cut ice,’ You are drunk. Now get the f*ck out.’
He said in such a flat manner, I almost felt sorry for the woman. She turned to him, bleary-eyed, and then, swaying, she tore off the front of her flimsy gown,
’Lucas, let me…’
I winced. She was half naked, literally on her knees now, her long thin hands fumbling at his waist, trying to take out his…?
My mouth dropped open in shock. How despicable. She was humiliating herself.
On her hands and knees, the woman was now begging but the man pushed her away and bellowed, in rage,
‘Evans! Das! Where in the bl*ody f*ck are you?’
Two men rushed in, not looking towards the woman on the floor who was stark naked now and keening, as he roared,
‘GET THIS F*CKING PIECE OF DRUNK SH*T OUT OF MY OFFICE!’ And as the woman was unceremoniously hauled to her feet by the men who looked as carefully blank as ever, he shouted,
‘IF ANYONE OF YOU SENDS HER IN AGAIN THIS EVENING, YOU ARE…’
The guards were outside the room, looking as though they were being hounded by devils and the door slammed shut after them. The man, his shoulders heaving, the strong muscles rippling under the shirt, strode to the door and kicked it shut, the lock clicking automatically.
I felt the fear rise up in me. But accompanying the fear was something like…? I did not know what it was. Was it…attraction?
Straightening my shoulders, I quickly put THAT thought out of my head.
*
I was a die hard romantic, despite all that had happened to me. I believed in love, in holding hands and soft kisses. I wanted marriage and babies, lots of them, and a gentle lover.
Chocolates, flowers, long drives and dates, holding hands, the works.
I told myself firmly that no, I was NOT attracted to this beast; this man who had me shrinking in fear.
But then, asked another part of my mind coolly, why were my panties soaking wet, just looking at the man before me?
For one, the man must be at least fifteen years older than me. And besides, the caveman tactics he employed should make me repulsed, right, I told myself.
Screwing up my courage, I asked, stiffly, addressing his broad back for he had turned away , shutting me out.
’Ca…Can I go? I …I … I am sorry.’
He seemed to have forgotten about me and at the sound of my voice, which was little more than a shaky whisper, he turned around slowly.
He had unbuttoned his shirt down to his waist as he drank from a crystal tumbler, throwing his head back as he quaffed it down. To my distress, I found that I could not take my eyes off his chest. Flat board abs, strong muscles, a hirsute chest, and… I swallowed and met his eyes.
My face heated up as I saw the slow speculation in his grey gaze. I stepped back. The predatory glint in his narrowed eyes was doing things to me. I felt an unfamiliar wetness between my legs and I shifted uneasily.
“Please…” I whispered and he made a low sound. A growl.
‘Please what, little girl?’ he said and his voice was a silky rumble. He moved forward slowly, like a panther stalking his prey and my eyes widened in alarm. I backed away.
‘Ca…can I go…?” I said but my voice betrayed my nervousness and my palms were sweaty despite the blast of cold air.
He stopped a few feet away from me, his hands clenching and unclenching, eyes roving over my face.
’How old are you, little girl?’ he said suddenly and I blinked.
Running the tip of my tongue across my lower lip nervously, I froze as I saw his eyes arrested by my movement. His gaze shifted to the pulse at the base of my throat which was hammering away. He seemed hypnotized by my action and I cleared my throat, thinking quickly.
Maybe he was mulling action against me for entering the club being underage? I was not sure about the age limits but …Thinking quickly, I stammered,
’Eight...I mean Twenty,’ I said, trying not to look away.
Aunt Beth had always said that I was bad at telling lies. The man moved closer and I saw that his nose had been broken at some point in time and had healed but not too well. It gave him a frightening look, the thin, well-defined lips that were set in a firm line, those grey eyes that looked as though he could see into my soul. The scarred and pitted face. Ugly but commanding. His presence was unsettling; I wanted to keep my distance but like a moth, I felt drawn to him. Breathing shakily, I stepped back again and came up against the wall as he prowled closer, crowding me in. he was not very tall, but definitely bigger than me. But it was the breadth of his shoulders, the way he was built like a bull, that made me hold my breath. He smiled, a sinister, humourless twist of that beautiful mouth. And then he slammed his hands, palms first, on the wall beside my face and I jumped as I gasped, turning away, squeezing my eyes shut. His breath, whiskey-laden and hot, was on my face as he
I was dimly aware of him pulling off my dress; I heard it ripping as he impatiently jerked the zipper off. With his mouth moving over me, driving me crazy, I was barely sensible to his movements as he guided me to the richly carpeted floor. I pulled his shirt off, running my hands over his surprisingly well-muscled chest. Rising up over me on his powerful arms, he breathed heavily, shuddering as he stared at my full breasts, then he shifted, his large hands kneading, teasing, pinching my nipples... I moaned, arching towards him inspite of myself. It was as though I had no control over my body, a body that was crying to be possessed by this stranger, with his experienced hands roving all over my body, finding the soft, hidden spots that even I had been unaware of. He slipped his clever fingers inside me, making me cry out in surprise, in wonder. There was a low grunt as he felt the creamy wetness in me and I blushed as his pale grey-blue eyes blazed with passion and he captured my mo
The sneering tones made me want to sink into the earth and disappear.When he turned to me, his derisive expression made me want to cover myself in shame. Instead, I pulled on the crumpled and torn dress which lay on the floor nearby and covered myself willy-nilly with it, I sat up, hugging my knees to my chest defensively. Rearing my head proudly I met his flinty gaze bravely. Aware that my long hair was hanging in a tangled mess on my back and that I probably looked like a woman of the night as my uncle would have said, I answered, lifting my chin haughtily,'One… boy.'His eyes glittered and it seemed to me that for a minute, I saw a flash of curiosity on his mask-like countenance which was gone so quickly, I thought I must have imagined it.Then he nodded curtly as though he was winding up a business deal and to my horror, he said tersely,' I'll get my men to drop you at your home.'His words left me stunned. I gaped at him in astonishment.Was that it? We had just made the most
When I got back, stumbling up the stairs and entering the room, I felt a wave of relief wash over me as I saw that my roommate, Marianne was nowhere about. I knew that I wanted out; I did not want to see her again. Like a woman in a frenzy, I packed my bags and rushed out of the room, Luckily, except for my books, I had very little by way of luggage. So by 9 am, I was in the local diner, peering at ads for rentals, or adverts seeking roommates.By the time I was on my second coffee, I was feeling exhausted and almost tearful. I had taken a hurried shower before leaving and I felt as though everyone in the room must know what I had been up to the night before. Every time I moved I felt the ache in my sex, the tenderness that filled me with a longing which I clamped down with haste. But I knew I was wildly, uncontrollably attracted by the man who had claimed my body the previous night.Although all I knew was that he worked at the Minotaur, the meanest Fight Club in town, and his name w
Two evenings later, Tanya came into my room with Rachel in tow." Listen Barbie, "she said in her usual blunt way, [she sometimes called me Barbie, though I could never figure out why], "listen up, we're going to a party and you're coming with us."I began to stammer my refusal but Rachel came forward and hugged me, whispered loudly, "Marianne the Snob will be there too and we need to show her what you are really like, right? ‘I hesitated. At some point, I had explained that I had fled from the hostel, because of Marianne. she added, squeezing my hand,’We got this, girl.’The thought of how I had ended up on a stranger's carpet, doing unspeakable acts of passion, made me blush furiously. Marianne was the last person on my mind now.The girls, however, would not take a No for an answer. I tried to put my foot down but Tanya was adamant.'Jazz's rugby team has won the championship, 'she explained. 'It is a big thing; Jazz is in line for a scholarship now. Anyways, the owner of the tea
I shrank back in distress, trying to come to terms with this bolt from the blue; also trying hard to hide behind burly Jazz as Lucien Delano began to speak.That heartbreakingly familiar voice from that single night of passion, raspy and gruff, thanked the people who had turned up to wish him well. He made a joke, and everyone roared with laughter, but I wasn't listening; something about an injury while “f*cking a woman” which had somehow led to his being hurt in the leg, which was why he was limping. At any other time, I would have winced at his derogatory words regarding the woman but I was too traumatised to think lucidly. The drumming of the blood in my ears shut out all the sounds around me.He can't see me, I told myself, and I peeked from behind Jazz. With a shock, I realised that I was hungry to catch a glimpse of him. Of those wide shoulders and the powerful, muscled chest, of that hard, square chin with a dimple…And with it came the thought swift and painful, was he married
I dabbed at my face and was retouching my mouth when the door opened and two young women tumbled in. I recognized one; Thomas' arm candy. Our eyes met in the mirror as she continued her conversation with her friend who looked doped.I knew that drugs were being circulated at the party but in a surreptitious manner. And from what I had noticed as I stood, trying to regain my bearings, the dealer was Jazz.It had been a horrible discovery and I had a strong feeling that poor Tanya did not really know the half about her boyfriend.As I was standing in the corner, trying to remove the heavy mascara, the girls glanced at me disinterestedly and then, gave me a second look, raking over me in curiosity before resuming their conversation.The brunette who had been hanging on Thomas’ arm obviously thought I was of no consequence and continued her slurred conversation with her friend who seemed as though she could barely stand upright. I focussed on my reflection but the droning sound of the gir
The sound of a woman's voiceShe was pleading, "Don't do this! Lucien Delano, don't do this to me!"And then, raising her voice a trifle, she cried, shrilly,‘Delano, are you listening to me? I said you can’t do this to me!!!’I shrank back trying to hide as the man whom she was clinging to, replied coldly," I think you should leave before this becomes ugly."He turned and the light from the room fell on his chiseled profile, carved in granite. The strong jaw that I had kissed so feverishly, the crooked nose, and the mouth now turned down in contempt and displeasure as he turned away from the woman who was standing, stock still, dressed in a beautiful sea-green gown that clung to her slender hips. I imagined that I could make out the deep cleft in his strong chin.'Delano,' she said in a pleading tone, 'We are having such a beautiful relationship...why...???'As she stepped forward, coming into the patches of light falling on the terrace from the room within, I recognized her with a
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