LucienHe was on the phone talking to Schwartz when his children entered. His eldest, the twins, along with the tall boy with the shock of unruly black hair and deep brown eyes, lanky Philippe, the gardener’s son, trailing behind them. The teen looked nervous but Ria stepped forward, her hand in her brother’s, chin jutting out.“Pappa, we need to talk to you.’ he scowled at them.“I am busy, he snapped and returned to his call, swivelling his seat away from them. he was dimly aware that the children continued to wait but he was too preoccupied.‘Come back later.’ he snapped and then as Ria hesitated, he roared,’ I SAID, LEAVE, NOW!’The little girl’s eyes widened in fright but then she pouted and the three youngsters left eh room.Phillipe stuck his hands in his back pockets. Lucien waited till they had left eh room before returning to the call.*Schwartz had left for Central Europe. There had been no point in cancelling the mission completely. Aiyana had opted to accompany him, which
SchwartzHe glanced at AiyanaThey had reached Kosice in Slovakia in the early hours of the morning and he had slept through most of the journey. James Schwartz hated flights. They made him feel nauseous, much to the amusement of Lucien Delano.A small two-bedroom apartment had been arranged for them. It was comfortable and spacious since it had been meant for the stay of Lucien Delano. His men had taken the room across the corridor.Schwartz grimaced. Now he was sharing the larger bedroom with the woman who had been his lover but who now looked through him, Aiyana.Now he glanced at Aiyana. As fit and fresh looking as ever in a cardigan and jacket coupled wither no-nonsense trousers, she looked as elegant as ever.He had heard how she had taken down Sophia who had been rigged out in a vest that was packed with explosives. She had not told him much about it, being as tight-lipped and reticent as ever. But he had heard from Lucien and, of course, his men who were with them too.There w
ProserpinaWhen I came awake, it was to a sense of peace and tranquillity.I became aware of my little daughter’s face pressed into my pillow, her small rosebud mouth parted slightly and I yearned to lean forward and kiss her softly rounded cheeks. The twins will be joining the school in a month, I thought wistfully, wanting to keep them with me for a longer time, to protect them from the world and its cruelty.What were they doing here, my two eldest children, I thought fondly, kissing Ria lightly.And slowly everything came flooding back; Sophie and her attempt to kill us, the fury of Lucien and then, the nightmare I had had, the constant one of being back in the clutches of Dmitri Rudenko…and Oleg…*“What are you thinking of?’ growled a familiar voice and I realised that I was lying, spoon fashion, my body moulded to Lucien’s. His heavy wrist with the crisp curling dark hairs, lay across my waist, the hard wood of his shaft digging into my soft a*se and I shuddered as a wave of de
ProserpinaWhen we finally stepped out of the bathroom, the twins were stirring.“Go to your own rooms!” bellowed Lucien.Ria sat up, rubbing her face and yawning hugely, her eyes searching and Piers peered at me short-sightedly.’”Mumma?” he asked.Ria beamed.’Mumma is smiling, and she is turning pink. She is fine!”They whooped and ran out of the room as I blushed again. I sank onto the stool. Lucien had not let me get aroused; instead, he had bathed me gently.Lucien came to me, his bathrobe fastened loosely around his powerful physique.Tilting my chin, he looked at my face, my swollen lips and bent down to kiss me hungrily.“You can stop feeding the little ones now, right?” he asked hoarsely, raising his head after a long time, roughly fondling my heavy breasts.I was pressed against his body, mindlessly lost in a state of bliss.“Another month, Lucien, please.” I murmured as he fondled my heavy breasts hungrily, his fingers gently twisting my large, hard nipples.He swore and k
Lucien He was in his study in the house, surrounded by the familiar sounds, albeit muted, coming from outside.He had been studying the reports sent by his second in command, Schwartz. Both he and Aiyana had settled into a small, inconspicuous apartment that had been arranged for by one of his colleagues in Slovakia.Now they would smoke out the man. Lucien had wanted to be there to cut to the chase but his wife and family were top priorities.*His children were running about on the lawns, laughing, shouting and screaming.Thrusting his fist into his pocket, he stood at the wide windows, bulletproof as they were, staring outside. Ria and Piers raced about with Paddy bumbling around. The twins took care to see he was included in their game, he noticed absently. They had begun to include him and treated him like a sibling.Lucien Delano had never had the luxury of playing in such a carefree way, he mused. He had had to take care that he was not exploited sexually by any of his mother’
ProserpinaI left Lucien’s study, smiling. The man had an insatiable sexual drive and I knew by now, how to keep him wanting. I dimpled to myself as I crossed the corridor and went up to the babies’ room. The little ones were awake. Yes, I knew it because I could feel the heaviness in my breasts. Camille was holding my little girl and cooing while the other two nurses were busy with the boys.Camille looked my way and smiled.I thought she had thawed a lot since she arrived at our place, smiling at her affectionately. She had a special fondness for my littlest daughter.“Let’s name her Tara, Mumma.’ Ria had suggested eagerly last evening as she hung on her father’s arm. He had kissed her head indulgently. If she had asked for the babies to be named bizarre names, he would still have agreed, I thought drily.*Now I approached and cuddled my son, the elder of the two. He immediately turned his head to my breasts and the nurses giggled. “Your buttons.’ one of them pointed out, and I t
ProserpinaI snuggled into the warmth of my husband’s body and murmured gently as he kissed my neck. To some surprise, I realized that it was early morning and I had actually slept through the entire night after having tumbled into bed early. I had no idea when Lucien had joined me. But his heavy arm clasping me to his body had been a reassuring, familiar weight all the night long.Now I turned to him, shifting in his arms. Lightly, I traced the hard features, the grey stubble on his face, as the narrowed grey eyes studied me. I could feel his hard wood against my body and I trembled slightly in longing.But even as he raised himself on an elbow and kissed me, my arms willingly going around his neck, the sound of his phone on the dresser, pinging loudly, made him move away from me with a vulgar oath. I rolled my eyes.LucienScowling, he strode over and grabbed it, swearing as he snarled at the person on the other end of the phone.And then I could hear the excitement, sharp and raw i
ProserpinaI watched Lucien as he prepared to leave. Frustration was writ large on his face as he was told by the pilot that they needed to wait a day; heavy snowfall in the area where he wished to go was preventing any kind of air traffic.He thundered at the man but Beston stepped in quietly, his calm presence and sane voice saving the situation.“Look, Boss,’ said the man, using his years of familiarity with Lucien to push his views forward,’ “Boss, flying into a blizzard is not going to help. It is dangerous.’ Lucien swore some more crude and violent abusive words that made me cringe. Beston glanced over his shoulder at me, almost apologetically. But both of us knew Lucien. When he was in a foul mood, the ugliest, filthiest words he used were shocking. But I was, sadly enough, actually getting used to it now.Like a furious lion in a cage, he kept, pacing about restlessly and then stopped, his thick fingers raking his hair, scowling fiercely.As always, he was well dressed and my