Dante Vasquez was intrigued as he watched them go.Something about the woman had gotten under his skin and he liked it. He had a wide choice of women and men to pick from and his sexual life was always active. But the little woman with that tantalizing body and the wide, frightened eyes, had piqued his interest. And that of his body, he thought with a grin as his hand shifted to the stiffness of his c*ck.The chase was what he enjoyed, the ultimate subjugation of his prey as well, of course, but this promised to be exciting. He smiled. The coke he had sniffed earlier was still in his bloodstream, giving him an excited high.He would thoroughly enjoy stalking her, and that would be ideal for Ramona, who had set her sights on the great Don himself. Who knows, he thought with a grin, who knows what other erotic games they could play? Foursomes? Or threesomes, maybe?But one thing was clear; he knew that he had the hots for the woman, who was small and so perfectly rounded, a natural sens
ProserpinaI had dozed off, lying on the huge bed in our spacious bedroom. When I came awake twice, it was to find that I was alone; Lucien was still at work and now that Schwartz was not with him, he had to depend upon the other Capos, particularly on Philippe and of course, our eldest son, Piers. They were all at work in the study, I discovered when I went down once at around 3 a.m., bleary with sleep, to find the valet, Gustav, silent and as alert as ever, preparing a huge canister of coffee for everyone in the study. He inclined his bald head politely and I left with a sigh. Lucien never welcomed my presence in his study when he was at work and I respected the wishes of my Mafia Don.To my relief, I saw a couple of Philippe’s burly men guarding the corridors leading to the wing where Claude and Pies had their suites; which meant in effect that Ramona and her obnoxious brother were not allowed to roam around as they pleased, for the rooms they had were adjacent to those of my sons.
LucienHe looked down at his Woman, as she snuggled to his chest and lay, breathing shallowly. He kissed the soft hair that was now tangled about her face and traced a line from her lips to her throat, thinking of how he could not think of a life without her. She was his, so completely his, to dominate, to use any way he pleased. Her submissive nature in bed as he rode her pitilessly made his c*ck rear and she made a whimper of protest as his thick fingers shifted to finger her clit.’No, please, Sir,’ she whispered, her drowsy brown eyes, the color of mocha opening dazedly to beg him. He smiled and brought up a finger, mixed with her juices and his, and she obediently sucked him. Immediately he knew he had to pound her again and he loomed over her soft, trembling body as her breasts quivered in anticipation of his rough mating.“Lucien… Master…” she said, biting her lip as he raised his lust-filled eyes to hers.She shuddered. He was insatiable, this lover of hers.She moved her hand
He swore but kept sitting in the shadows till dawn, smoking his joints. And he was rewarded when he saw them emerge, at almost dawn.The Don with his arm around his little wife’s waist, holding her, supporting her as they walked. A posse of bodyguards followed them, keeping their distance discreetly but even in the waning moonlight, he could see the shaky way the woman was walking, the way a woman who had been well laid, moved. He swore and his desire grew.He wanted to f*ck that woman, he thought crazed with lust as he went inside to snort another line.*Three days laterProserpinaI was humming as I re-entered the house, my yoga mat in my hands. I had been out in the secluded part of the garden, doing my exercises. I had an appointment with the doctor that day, later in the afternoon and I needed to ask Beston to arrange for a vehicle and the inevitable troop of guards.Lucien had just got back from the Club. He was busy as the opening night was in two days’ time, having had to pos
Ramona stalked into the room, her chest constricting with fury.She felt as though she had been played by that brute, the Mafia Don, with his cold, laser-like gray eyes that seemed to study her and find her wanting. She fumed, her chest heaving.SHE was the woman who was desired by men, the pin-up girl of many magazines, with her exotic looks and the body most men would worship. She had been pushed to the side, discarded as easily as if she had been a toy when the man had seen his wife, that fat creature, approach. The escorts accompanying her were silent as they led her to the door of the room where she was staying. She slammed the door shut in their faces, ungraciously.Lighting a cigarette, she puffed furiously as she paced, oblivious to the beautiful room and its tastefully arranged furniture and artifacts. Ramona was hopping mad. A knock on the door made her gnash her teeth and she flung the door open, shouting,“What the f*ck…’And stopped. Her handsome half-brother stood there,
HilaIn another part of the town named Hollowford, Hila Zaidi was on the prowl. She had been forced to leave her latest hiding place because of the Monk’s men who were scrounging the streets, looking for her.Finally, giving up, she glared at the burner phone and swore.She would have to meet up with Him. She had some important information to hand over to him anyway. Ignoring the sudden racing of her pulse at the thought of meeting the man she ached for, the pretty, pettie Israeli woman set off, diving into the subway to hide and work her way back in an elaborate fashion, to reach Piers Delano.^James SchwartzHe lay, drugged and woozy. His body ached, that is, the lower part of his body which still had sensation,, his thighs, and his legs. Proserpina had been to see him and had sat, crooning beside him.“The surgery went off well, dear James,’ she whispered, leaning toward him as she spoke softly, the hint of vanilla in her hair wafting to him.‘But we are keeping you sedated for a
Handsome James Schwartz had suffered a near seizure, and he was unable to speak now. His eyes, when I went to meet him, were blank and unfocused, and it made me want to weep. The doctors were perplexed; he had been responding excellently. Now he had slipped into a grey zone, not responding to the medications.Once, when Lucien went to see his friend, I saw how my powerful husband’s shoulders seemed to slump. He thrust his large hands into the pockets of his trousers and rocked on his heels. I could feel his pain and made to step to him, and wrap my arms around my lover. But Ria who had accompanied Lucien, moved closer and placed her small hand in his, clutching his arm tightly. There were tears in my beautiful blonde daughter’s eyes as she stood, by her father, giving him strength, her lips pressed to his jacketed arm, and he wrapped a brawny arm about her shoulders, holding her to his powerful, stocky body.They stood like that for a long while, the father and daughter, and I was tha
Ramona gaped.The man adored the chit of a girl, she thought crossly. The little vixen flashed Ramona a quick, triumphant look as she spoke caustically,“Why Senorita, have you gotten the time missed up; it’s just breakfast time!’Her eyes danced as she looked over the skimpily-clad beauty scornfully.Her younger brother, the beefy fellow, chipped in, grinning as he added,“Aww, Ria. Let a man get an eyeful already.’The twins exchanged looks as Proserpina bustled out of the kitchen. She had a slight baby bump but as she headed to the table, the Don rasped,“Woman, shouldn’t you be resting? You were ill this morning.’Proserpina Delano was wearing a simple blouse and a skirt, but somehow, even in that casual outfit, she managed to look desirable and effortlessly appealing. The way her large breasts bounced as she moved, the small smile playing about her generous mouth, mysterious and tantalizing as she glanced at the man who was watching her, his grey eyes unwaveringly fixed on her.D