LucienThe after-fight party was in full swing. He had ensured that not everyone was allowed in. Tables had been overpriced on purpose but there were still a lot of guests he would have preferred to throw out.Now the hall had been tastefully set up with lights that allowed guests to see what was going on but muted enough to ensure their privacy. The entire room was done up elegantHe grunted, he must congratulate Danielle. She had done an excellent job.His wife turned to look up at him, her soft brown eyes questioning. Swooping down, he kissed her hard on her lush mouth and felt her stiffen and then relax. When he raised his head, he was pleased to see that she was pink with embarrassment. His little woman hated exhibitions of passion in public. But he wanted the world to know that she belonged to him; this beautiful woman with the long brown hair and the luminous brown eyes was HIS and only his.***‘Lucien,’ she said softly, looking, he thought appreciatively, looking exactly like
Proserpina I stared at the woman who was entering. She had the kind of figure we saw on celebrities, elaborately sculpted by trained physicians. Her breasts were like large melons and the lower part of her body was rounded in an absurdly unreal way. As she approached us, I saw the look of pure malevolence that flashed across her face as she looked at me. Her eyes slid to Lucien and the expression altered,Lust. Desire…you name it. In that instant, I knew I had an enemy, an enemy who would not hesitate to wipe away my very existence from the face of the earth. She wanted Lucien and she would do anything to achieve her goal.I looked up at my husband, fearfully. The woman was glamorous. I was like a gauche girl beside this creature who was weeping in with four young men fawning over her. Lucien was scowling, displeasure on his face. He seemed to sense my uncertainty, for he looked down at me, eyes narrowing. His eyes travelled over my hesitant features and my parted lips.‘If you keep
Catalina Her eyes narrowed as she swept the room, taking in the admiring, lustful gazes of the men in the banquet hall, the women staring at her jealously. That blonde-haired b*tch, Danielle and her dark-skinned girlfriend were observing her in open dislike. Catalina blew them a kiss and laughed out loud as the women turned away in disgust.Danielle Eton turned away, murmuring something abusive under her breath.***The young man on her right, Scott-something, was rubbing his hand on her ass and she shivered in delight. He was a young stud and had been pleasuring her for a while.In fact, ever since Lucien had rushed off the stage in pursuit of his wife.She had been furious at Lucien’s dumping her publicly. But the young man and his companions had made up for her disappointment.Okay, to a certain extent.***But they could not replace the horniness she felt when she saw Lucien. He was, she thought bitterly, the only man she had wanted, really desired. She had used her body to get to
ProserpinaLucien raised his head. His face was glazed with want and I knew that if we had not been in the Hall, I would have been beneath him on the floor, being thoroughly ravished by this man.I smiled, teasing him and licked my lips, an action that never failed to rouse him.‘I think I would like to taste you,’ I whispered, pulling his head down so that he was the only one who heard me.He took my hand and kissed the inside of my wrist, making me shiver with longing. Then pulling me close, he said in a hoarse whisper,‘Behave yourself, woman.’I dimpled at him and felt his eyes, those eyes that always seemed cold and distant, glow with hunger. He pulled me to him, making me aware of his strength, his desire which he was controlling with an iron hand. Gently, tenderly, I stroked his face with the stitches and the bruises. This was my lover, my fighter, my Mafia Don.Lucien bent to kiss me again, a low rumble in his chest as he claimed me.***I had forgotten for a moment that we wer
Proserpina We arrived at home, but as I made to strep out, Lucien's large hand gripped my wrist.“Stay here.’ He commanded and made to get out.I grabbed his arm in panic,“No, Lucien. I want to come.’His eyes seemed to assess me, coldly, clinically and one part of me asked incredulously,“Why is he looking at me so strangely? We just spent an hour making love, holding hands…?’‘I want you to…’ he began in his rumble, a tone I had heard when he was at the end of his tether.“Lucien, I need to see my children!’ I cried.‘You need to be safe.’ He said gruffly, ’You are carrying my child.’And with that terse reply, he stepped out. Before I could protest the car was sliding out of the porch. I turned back in shock. Lucien was entering our home, the posse of bodyguards with him.***“Where are we going?’ I demanded, knocking on the glass partition of the car.The security man sitting up front turned. He was not a familiar face and he seemed ill at ease. Avoiding my eyes, he said in a sti
Proserpina When I reached the Safe House, it was already dawn. I was whisked into a driveway, non-descript looking at that, in a street with similar-looking houses. As the car drew up, the door opened. Schwartz was already there, his handsome face looking drawn and anxious. Like me, he had obviously not had a wink of sleep. The dark shadow of his beard heightened the exhaustion on his face.He was on the phone and gave me a vague nod, indicating with his hand that the men with him should ride ahead. The driver and the escort of my car were swiftly replaced with Schwartz' men.I had been sitting up, ramrod stiff, trying not to panic. I desperately wanted to see my children, to hold them, to have Lucien's large, warm and solid presence beside me.But the look on my husband's face as he had left me scared me.It had been the look of a man who had other things on his mind. Not good things at that.The violence and savagery of the underworld that he was a part of, was as abhorrent to me a
Proserpina' WHAT? ' I cried, jolted out of my annoyance and worry, and then remembered my children. I did not want to upset them further.‘Schwarz sighed again and he rubbed his jaw‘The Boss,’ he said, hiding a yawn as he spoke,’ The Boss felt it would be best if you all were away from here for a while.’And as I began to protest, he went on hastily,‘Proserpina, it was his idea and I support him completely in this.’I glared at him, fury, dismay, and anxiety warring in my heart.Lucien Delano was trying to keep us safe.I could respect that.But did he need to keep us all away from him for that? Keep ME away?I NEEDED that man beside me.We had had a similar situation when I was carrying Claude. He had drifted away, gone to every woman possible and it had nearly devastated me.I was not going to tolerate that!***' I...I want to talk to hm, James, please.’ I said fiercely.But he shook his head firmly. “You need to think of the kids and yourself, Proserpina.’ He said tiredly.Even
Sophie The last few hours had been like something out of a film.She was still trying to make sense of what had happened.The Boss and his lovely wife, their love apparent to everyone that night in the Club; it had been such a heart-warming incident in the mad, ugly world she existed in.And then, she had taken a ride home in the vehicle that Danielle had thoughtfully arranged for all the girls. She had been giggling as she alighted. But the moment she entered her apartment building, she knew something was wrong. It was close to dawn but the door to her small home was open and her neighbours, an old couple with seven cats, were waiting for her. The woman was, normally reserved and unwilling to interact with her, but now she appeared at her own door, looking flustered.“I was waiting for you,’ she began as Sophie stepped in, bewildered and horrified, looking around her small house.To say it had been ransacked was putting it politely. The furniture had been overturned, the mattresses r