Proserpina That night, Lucien came up to bed late. I had already dozed off, waiting for him. When he slipped into the bed and pulled my body to his, I murmured sleepily and pressed my body into his. Like spoons, I giggled sleepily. He grunted, his hand moving to cup my breasts possessively.After a while, he rasped,“I do not want that woman, Sophie in my house again.’ I stiffened.“What’s wrong, Lucien?’ I asked. Suddenly awake. ‘What? Has something happened?'He did not say anything more, just stroked my stomach tenderly and I fell asleep after a while, lulled by the motion. But the next morning, as I was checking my mail and replying to Alex Wu, the memory of what he had said came back to me. Lucien had left already. He had to attend a meeting, he said. A powerful Mafia Don from the Cosa Nostra faction was celebrating his daughter’s wedding.I had been puzzled; Lucien Delano avoided such functions like the plague. What had compelled him to go this time?But as he watched me pack h
ProserpinaLucien was away for a day. He kept calling to check on us and I was aware of Beston hovering around in the house, more than he usually did. I knew that something was happening but with my work, my children and the general running of the house, I had too much on my hands to really bother. My pregnancy was also not too smooth. On the day after he left, I woke up feeling queasy and had to stay in bed for longer than I usually did.* Ria had brought young Philippe to the kitchen for a glass of lemonade. He was a lanky young fellow and a few years older than her. Easily seven years older, I thought, as I watched the tanned young boy.That he adored Ria was obvious. He did not take his eyes off her and followed her commands like an obedient slave. Piers had also trailed in after them to the kitchen and was fooling around with the puppy. I shooed them out soon enough but before that, I heard Ria excitedly tell Philippe,‘We are having our birthday party next week.’The young boy w
ProserpinaI sat with baby Claude in my arms, crooning to him as he stirred restlessly. He was burning up with a fever and I had been holding him and carrying him around for an hour now. My back ached as I slowly rocked the antique rocking chair Lucien had got me as a gift.It was midnight and I knew Lucien would be flying back in a few hours’ time. He had called me a while ago, assuming that the children would be heading to bed. It had become a practice with him and the twins; wherever he was, he would call to check on them, bid them goodnight and speak to them for a while. This evening, he had called a little earlier. He had been on his way to a party, a celebration for the wedding reception of some gangster daughter. It was in one of the southern states, he had said vaguely. I knew that he wanted me to know as little as possible about his work and whereabouts. Somewhere along the way, I had come to respect his need to keep things under wraps. It was, I had understood, safer for us.
Lucien He thought of how he had announced the news of his wedding on a similar stage, years ago. Proserpina had been taken by surprise when he had dragged her onto the dais and made his declaration before his guests. He had just received the report confirming that the twins were his children through a DNA test. Not that he had ever really had a doubt. Proserpina had run away from him after discovering that she was pregnant. He had wanted to hurt her, to break her, to humiliate her. Sweeping the startled young Proserpina into his arms that evening before his guests, he had crushed her soft lips to his after publicly announcing his intention at the do at the Club. Later that night, in a fit of jealousy, he had taken her brutally and they had created Claude that same night.He scowled, rubbing his hand over his craggy face. He had treated his wife abominably. And she had continued to love him…*Returning his attention to Zeta Ricci Lord he studied her as she sipped his drink slowly. H
SophieHis tone grew harsh, frightening as he whispered,“Little Robin Red Breast. Forget what you heard just now, alight? Forget it, do not say a word to anyone. Or sister Sondra will not be coming back ever again and your little halfwit monster will be taken away too.’The line abruptly went dead.*Sophie sat up in bed now, holding her coppery curls in her hands, breathing hard. The morning sunlight was entering the room and the sounds of traffic and people in the apartments around were becoming distinct.What had she done, she thought, agonizingly. What had she done?*ProserpinaWhen I came awake in the early hours of the morning with Claude beside me, I felt his forehead and sighed in relief. He was not burning up with fever any longer. The medicines I had given him had worked.Smiling, I turned over and went through my itinerary for the day. I had two meetings scheduled for my team in Japan; the kids need to be taught for an hour; the lunch needed to be prepared; last-minute tou
ProserpinaHis eyes which had been heavy with lust sharpened and became distant.He nodded, but his eyes were on my body, hungry again.He made to grab me but I held him away, moving further back,‘You did not tell me.’ I said my voice wobbling.There was a long silence. When he spoke, I knew it was Lucien Delano the Boss, speaking.‘Are you planning to cage me and prevent me from doing what I want to do, woman?’ he said, his voice quiet and silky and I stiffened.I knew it was impossible. He was a man who was free and would always do what he wanted. I had fallen in love with him, had created three marvellous children with him.It was too late to try and cage the lion he was, wild and powerful.Untameable. That was what he was, that was what he would be, no matter how much I wanted him to change. I bowed my head slightly. It was a dangerous road. If I chose to stand my ground, there would be conflict. Did I want that?**Sighing, I shook my head and said in a soft tone, the bitternes
ProserpinaLunch was a great affair. Lucien turned up late and so we waited for him. Schwartz arrived with Aiyana Laughing Water well on time. I welcomed them to my home joyously. I was thrilled for Schwartz. Aiyana was a taciturn person, so Schwartz spent his time dominating the conversation.Handsome James looked like a man sublimely in love and I could not help ribbing him. I noticed the curious looks the woman with the exotic features was giving me.*Lucien strode in after a while, gripping my chin as he kissed me hard on my mouth after he had entered. My heart skipped as I met his cold look: he was still furious with me. Dimpling at him, I wriggled away. As he made to grip me in his arms, I slipped away.“We have guests, my Master.’ I whispered lightly, relishing the look of fury that flashed across his granite-like face.*The twins shrieked with joy when they saw his gift.He had chosen to gift the twins a couple of ponies that were currently housed on our new farmhouse. He
ProserpinaTo incense and drive Lucien even crazier, I had asked Danielle to send me a dress for the evening.I need something sexy and seductive, I had said and she had given a grunt.Danielle was a darling.She had outdone herself this time, I thought with a mischievous grin as I held it up and inspected the gown.*Deep, rich green in colour with sequins that shimmered as the light caught them when I moved, the gown set off my deep brown hair beautifully. I had curled the ends of my hair and now it hung like a soft, sensuous cloud, reaching to my hips.*The material was heavy yet soft on the skin, with thin straps for sleeves and a gently flaring skirt that swished with every step I took. It looked beautiful. No, it held an alluring, a come-hither type of look. It had a deep back, plunging almost to my a*s and a small zipper there that I could not reach despite my best efforts. The neck plunged daringly, cupping my breasts lovingly. I had only worn my panties but had left out my br
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