ProserpinaI had prepared Lucien’s favorite dishes, knowing that my Mafia Don relished a hearty meal when he returned from any trip.This evening, I had put together for dinner a massive spread: strawberry balsamic chicken thighs that my lover thoroughly enjoyed, crown roast of pork with mushroom dressing which was another of his favorites, and of course, slowly simmered Burgundy beef stew, which he swore was his comfort food.For dessert, I had prepared Chiffon pie and a Lady Baltimore cake that I knew Philippe loved. But to my dismay, poor Rudy came down with a fever by mid-morning and was cranky and quite unlike his usual robust and cheerful self; he kept hankering for me to carry him, and I was in the nursery when I heard the sound of Lucien returning.“Woman!,’ he bellowed as was his wont as he entered the hall, and I left the room, aware that I looked flushed and messy in my worn old yoga pants and the Indian blouse that had seen better days. But I had changed into the first clo
ProserpinaWe entered the room where Schwartz was lying still and unmoving. The young doctor, who was in attendance, stood up hastily, swallowing as he looked at Lucien. My Mafia Don had that effect on people, I mused.We had arranged for two doctors to be beside Schwartz all day and night. Lucien was prepared to spend as much as was needed and more for his friend. Not that anyone would grudge it; we all loved the Handsome man who now lay, breathing deeply.Lucien barked at the Asian doctor who gave him the details; James Schwartz was doing well. The major part of his burns were on his thighs and legs. And they had healed to a large extent, with all the expensive treatment and medication that he was receiving. I smiled softly as I looked at the features of the sleeping man.Lucien shifted beside me, and I turned to look up at him, surprising him the strange look on his craggy features before the expression disappeared.Smiling, I stepped towards him but the phone in his hand began to
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