RiaShe went through dinner waiting for it to end even though the food was as delicious as it always was. The Don kept talking to Philippe and Schwartz during the dinner so Ria peeked around at him surreptitiously from beneath her lashes, taking in the strong, muscled physique of her only lover, the chiseled features, the strong jaw. It was only when she looked up and met her mother’s amused look that she realized that her siblings and her Mumma, had caught onto how she was ogling the Capo.She hastily lifted the glass of water and drank from it swiftly, too fast, which resulted in a coughing bout. That made everyone turn to her and mortified, she felt her face turn pink as Piers said in a low voice, “Get a hold on yourself, sis.’Her Pappa’s cold gaze rested on her and she looked away, unable to meet his shrewd, assessing regard.*Philippe was trying hard to respond correctly to the Boss but all he could think of was the girl with the shining mass of blonde hair on the other side of
ClaudeWhen his mother summoned him to his sister’s room, he was more than a little bewildered. As was his routine these nights, he was in the room occupied by Paddy, staring at his brother who had been his sidekick all their lives. The sight of his brother, shy and unassuming, lying almost lifeless on the large bed, with tubes and bags attached to his poor, frail body, never failed to make Claude want to beat up someone.Although he did not let on to his other siblings, he talked to Paddy, and told him about everything he had been doing all day. Explained how his father was planning to fight the inaugural bouts in the Ring for the Big Fight on opening day at the Club. And how unfair that was because Claude had wanted to be doing it.He knew that Mumma made it a point to come and sit and talk to Paddy every evening for an hour, no matter how busy or how tired she was.Claude was not skeptical about that. In fact, when he was talking, he had a strong feeling that Paddy seemed to be lis
LucienWhen he finally made it home, the first light of dawn was staining the sky a pale, heavenly indigo, heralding the approach of the new day. But the Mafia Don, was unaware of the beauty of the world of nature unfolding around him; he sat in the back of his large black sedan as it glided noiselessly along the roads, with two cars ahead and two behind him as he rubbed his hand pensively across his jaw, scraping at the thick grey stubble.His Woman used to protest when he rubbed his unshaven jaw against her skin; ‘Like being rubbed by a prickly cactus,’ she would giggle and push him away. He enjoyed the sight of her pale skin reddening under his rough caress, he thought abstractedly.Piers had come to him along with the Capo, to discuss the news they had received. He had been in his Greenroom, having already been for a bout of boxing in the Ring at the new place, for practice. Lucien Delano was a master at practicing the ‘sweet science of bruising’.As he rubbed the bruise he had re
SchwartzHe stepped out of his car and smiled at the tall, slim woman with the midnight black hair who was standing in a deep blue suit before his gate. Her large cruiser was parked neatly at the side. The guards had not let her in.Simple.They would not do so until he was back and told them it was safe to allow anyone in, even a former lover.He grinned easily as he closed the distance between them and took her in his arms, inhaling the familiar woodsy smell of her hair. She smiled up at him, the wide mouth, those high cheekbones, he remembered so well… They kissed, a long kiss, a kiss between people who were not just friends but also lovers, who cared for each other. He was still smiling as they stepped apart.She smiled, a thin smile, for Aiyana Laughing Water was not a person given to effervescent smiles. ‘I missed you.’ She said and those words, that short phrase conveyed so much. He grinned back, favouring her with his rakish smile and nodded.‘Let’s get you inside.’ He said an
ProserpinaWhen Lucien threw open the passenger door of his large black SUV, one among his fleet of bullet proof vehicles, and which was standing, waiting for us at the door, I tried to turn to him. But he had forcefully thrust me in and slammed the door before I knew what was happening. And then, to my astonishment, he came around and slid into the driver’s seat himself.’Belt up wh*re,’ he snarled like a man at the end of his tether, and fearfully, I obeyed him and I shrank in the seat.I had never seen Lucien drive before; had never wondered if he knew how to handle one of these large machines. But then, he turned to me, the blue-grey eyes blazing and I hastily slipped on the seat belt, fingers fumbling. My fingers were suddenly slippery and with an oath, he leaned across and tightened the safety belt, and then, we were away, roaring down the driveway.I sat, rubbing my tender wrist which was already turning red, the imprints of his fingers deep in my skin.Blinking rapidly, I gaze
TaraShe sniffled and looked about her piteously. Her siblings had disappeared, as one, boycotting her again, she thought bitterly. She pushed the plate of almost untouched food away and immediately, Beatrice’s dark hand swooped down and snatched it away.“Silly girl!’ admonished the old woman and a sharp slap on her wrist for good measure, giving her a dark look before ambling away. Tara slid off the chair and raced to her room, tears streaming down her cheeks.‘They were all awful, every one of them was horrid!’ she thought as she threw herself down onto the bed and sobbed her heart out.It had not been her intention to make Pappa angry with Mumma but she had been bewildered. Pappa was older than Mumma, the kids at school said that too but he was Pappa and so handsome and powerful and Strong. How could Mumma say that he could not fight?And Mumma had not supported her.*Fresh tears leaked out from her lids and she gave into another bout of crying.‘She hated her family! ‘she though
LucienHe sat, watching her while his member hardened painfully.The F*CK!, he thought, as he watched her, her glossy hair in a dark sheath behind her, reaching her wide hips, the full breasts straining under the shirt which was beyond repair. He vaguely remembered that she had laughed as she cuddled up to him, before the birth of their youngest son, showing him the shirt and telling him how their younger sons had bought it for her. He had been stroking her breast absently, a hand pillowing his head as he listened to her, enjoying a private moment with her, without the entire brood of children he had fathered surrounding his Woman.And he had enjoyed her pleasure as she displayed the apples of all things, on the pink maternity shirt.But all those thoughts flew out of his mind as he watched, unable to take his eyes off her luscious body. He had not had her under him for too long; now he was like a bull in heat and he knew that they would not be leaving the room for some time now. Not
ProserpinaI shook my head.‘James is a dear friend but he has two women in his life now, Aiyana and Maja.’ I went on as my lover’s hirsute chest with the firm muscles loomed infront of me and I swallowed in trepidation, nervous at the beaast I had unleashed.It had been a long time since we made love, if the fierce, urgent coupling we entered into, wild and abandoned, could be called lovemaking; and my body was already waiting to have him claim me roughly, the way he always did, for tenderness was a quality no one could associate even remotely, with Lucien Delano.*But two could play the same game, I thought.I began to unbutton my shirt, seductively and saw his eyes gleam, the way his body went still. His manhood reared up, stiff and thick.I swallowed and then said in a husky whisper,“Will you give me your word, Lucien Delano? That the child we created will be the one who will fight on the Opening Day? And not you?’His hand stilled for a minute as he stroked the hard shaft which