Proserpina Lucien came forward.‘Now undress me,’ he said, his voice hoarse with lust as he raked his eyes over her curvaceous body.She obeyed him, flicking him a glance from under her lashes, wondering what he was planning.Demurely, she did as he had ordered. His manhood reared, like a beast unleashed, when she undressed him, and she knelt before him, stroking and licking the thick, heavily veined member. Explorative, she kissed the tip, licking the pre-cum beading the tip of his thick, purple coc* and he snarled. It took an effort not to reach down and thrust himself into her willing mouth.But with a look of entreaty, her dark eyes, wet with heat and longing, she took charge.Her tongue tentatively swirled around his manhood, tasting, sliding her tongue along the slit, making him shudder. He had not slept with a woman in a long while; the only woman he wanted was the one kneeling before him, servicing his coc* and he felt as though the stars were exploding behind his eyelids as
ProserpinaWe had lain in each other’s arms after all the torrid lovemaking of that night.The food had been heated and we had eaten slowly, feeding each other, till somehow, I ended up in my lover’s lap again.Cuddling into his hirsute chest, I murmured,‘Lucien Delano, I cannot live without you…’He said nothing for a long time and then said in a hoarse growl,‘Don’t leave me again, woman.’For answer, I pulled his head down and kissed him fiercely.I melted in his arms as he took possession of me once again.*Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, I came awake to a pleasurable sensation that had me moaning. Lucien was sucking on my clit, his large hands holding my legs apart firmly as I tried to thrash.In some bewilderment, I realised that he had tied my wrists with a silken tie to the bedpost and I was helpless as I writhed under his clever tongue, powerless to stop him, my legs spread wide open for his pleasure.And mine.Raising his head, he growled,“Stay still, woman. I n
ProserpinaI came awake in the early hours of the morning and put out my hand to reach for my husband. It was chill in the room, and I missed his warm, hard body.But Lucien was not beside me. The gray dawn filtered in through the blinds. I sat up slowly and looked around me. My short shift had ridden up during the night and my hair was a tangled mess, tendrils curling around my face.Looking towards the window, I saw him, standing still and oblivious to the fact that I was awake.Shaking my head sorrowfully, I rose slowly.A couple of years had lapsed since that terrible night when our lives had seemed to come to a standstill, but I knew that my lover would carry the scars with him forever, as we all did.I wept sometimes but Lucien held himself back, never letting anyone know how he was dealing with the betrayal of a man he had trusted with his life.The friend who had tried to kill him and sell me off into the sex trade.It was a betrayal that he had never got over, not till date.
ProserpinaWith a rumble in his chest, he came forward.‘Little one.’ He growled. I remained where I was, looking up at him, my love in my eyes.He pulled me to my feet and fisting my hair, jerked me around, moulding me to his body. I could feel his hardness against my back and I trembled, in longing and a strange kind of fear. He looked as though he was about to give way to his darkest desires.I tried to look at him, there were times when I felt he was trying to drive me away, when he would be vulgar on purpose, hurt me with his harsh use of my body deliberately. But I knew I loved him enough to take it, to wait for the storm to pass over.Now I let my body relax against him, slowly.“Yes.’ I whispered.’ Whatever you wish to do to me, My Master.’“Damn you,’ he growled and jerked me closer, a fist in my long brown hair, holding me still as he lowered his mouth to my neck, sucking and then sinking his teeth into me, hurting me. I whimpered, shuddering in want , pain and pleasure beco
SchwartzHe strode along the corridors of the newly constructed block at the Club. Business was peaking at the Club and it was late evening. Schwartz was frowning as he looked at the phone, trying to make sense of the messages that were landing on his phone. His men tailed him, Big Joe Barron and Leslie Lee. He trusted them. After what had happened with Shark, both Gaston and he were alert.Now he was scowling. Gaston had called, his raspy voice punctuated with anger and wariness.Dmitri was back.*** Sophia.I hurried along the heavily carpeted corridors of the gentlemen’s club called just that The Club.Like it was some iconic building, I thought rudely. Like it was The White House or Buckingham Palace.Egoistical buggers.Just another place where men came to vent their sleazy desires.Yes, the newly opened Fight Club in the lower level attracted a fair share of the revenue. Especially since one of the owners, a burly grey-haired man called Gaston St. Claire regularly participated
SophieI had no boyfriend as yet. When you are plump and shy, you are not really considered to be arm candy material, I guess. Unlike me, Sondra was considered hot. She had begun to go out with a number of boys, each one sleazier than the first.**My friend Beth who was walking with me had been the one who had looked embarrassed. She clutched my arm and pulled me away, adding in a fierce whisper,‘Soph, don’t let it get to you.”But something about their knowing looks and catty remarks rang true.These days, Sondra tended to return home late at night, her clothes bordered on the vulgar. She deliberately kept her blouse buttons open, her skirts rode up her thighs and she looked like a woman, not a girl who was still in her teens.The ugly remarks of the girls left me furious. When I pestered her, she finally admitted that her boyfriend had told her about it. Dragging Beth with me, I had gone to the old bicycle shed where I was told Sondra had been seen heading to.What I saw made me n
SophieThe doctors told me that she was sick, seriously so. She had a form of cancer that was in its last stages, progressing rapidly. No, they could not say for sure how much longer she would survive, forget the chances of recovery!I sank onto the hospital bench that afternoon, weeping as I knew that there was no one I could share my sadness with.With the knowledge that I needed to keep Mamma medicated, I began to work. Soon, I had left school and was working at the local diner. The money was not great, but it brought in enough for me to take care of my mother.***And a few months later, Sondra turned up. The look of weariness and hopelessness on her face frightened us but I was happy to see her back.She had a baby with her, a baby named Patrick.She had no idea who the father was. But she wanted to lead a straight life, she said; she wanted to stay off drugs.She wanted to be a good daughter, but most of all, a good mother, she said.***Mamma was happy. She grabbed my arm when
A few days beforeLucienThe Underground Fight Club was being revived. It had been Lucien’s idea and he had decided he would regularly take part in the fights. But reality struck hard. Once a week was definitely out and this was because of the huge protests from Proserpina. His woman hated the thought of beating up anyone, even for a game, a gamble, in the ring. She was more a Buddhist than anything else, he thought fondly, watching her now as she turned her large brown eyes to him, shock and disbelief on her pretty face.“No, Lucien!’ she cried in dismay, staring at him in horror when Schwartz had accidentally brought up the matter during dinner one night.‘’Please, tell me you are not going to fight anyone!’ The alarm in her voice, the note of desperation made him feel guilty.The Boss watched his wife, saw the look on her face and knew he should have prepared her for the news beforehand. But she was such a gentle soul, he had been loath to tell her. He wanted to protect her from t
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