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
Ria looked up from her paperwork and smiled at her lover as he peeked around the door to check on her.Seeing her, he smiled indulgently, his dark, otherwise serious but breathtakingly handsome face transforming.He entered the room and tipping her chin, he kissed her as he growled between kisses,‘Babe, I need to go out for a while. Take care.’Her forehead creased. Out?‘Out where?’ she demanded, getting to her feet and slipping into his arms, inhaling the familiar smell of the Philippe she had known for so long.He smiled as he kissed her eyes, her forehead, and her lips, and then growled against her mouth.‘Out.’She snorted.Pushing him away with her small fists, she glared up at his face, her hands on her hips.‘No need to get all mysterious on me, Capo. You know that Piers, Claude or Pappa will tell me.’He grinned, the white teeth conspicuous against his swarthy skin.‘Ah Babe. I forget that I am engaged to the Boss’s daughter,’ he teased and she flared up, predictably,‘Don’t
PiersIt was as the first grey light of dawn streaked the sky outside his window of the house in the town, that Piers came awake. The soft sound of clothes, the rustle of her movements as she crept around, preparing to leave, that must have been what had brought him awake, he realized as he rubbed a hand roughly over his stubbled jaw and opened his eyes,In the gloom, he saw her.Hila Zaidi was moving to the door. As though becoming aware of his gaze on her, she turned. As always, hiding her body under layers of coats, for Hila had once mentioned, in a rare glimpse of her true nature, that the cold affected her badly.The dark, watchful gaze settled on him and she hesitated for a moment before coming to him, moving swiftly. With a groan, he raised his arms and gripped her nape, kissing her as though the world was coming to an end as he kissed her hard. F*ck, but he wanted this woman with a deep longing, a desire to keep her beside her always. And in his heart, he knew he would never h
He grunted, his c*ck rearing at the soft response. The woman would give him a hard-on just with a word, he thought as he gripped her nape, kissing her hard as she bent to him. She flushed as she raised her head. Only Ria and their youngest, Rudy, were at the table and Ria glanced indulgently at them, arching a brow at her parents as she lowered Baby Rudy onto his high chair beside his mother’s chair.The baby chuckled uproariously, grabbing Ria’s hair, and the Don smiled. This was his world, his family, his Woman, and the children she had borne him.“Are you feeling all right, Woman?’ he asked in a deep timber, a large hand stroking the small of her back in rotary movement and she smiled, sighing in pleasure, leaning into him, her belly pressing into him.She nodded, biting her lower lip delicately as she debated whether to tell him of the Argentine’s unwanted advances.Deciding against it, she murmured in a soft voice,‘Lucien… I need to bring in the rest of the food.’He scowled as
The Mafia Don faced his son, his hands in his pockets as he rocked on his heels. The youth looked flustered as he began to speak but Lucien cut him short rudely.‘Boy, you have no right to beat up a man who is under my protection. Ramona here called me a little earlier to say that you had attacked her brother for no reason.’And as Claude opened his mouth to speak again, Lucien snarled,‘They are my guests. Apologize to him.’Ramona flashed a sly, triumphant look in the direction of the pale-faced younger man who was controlling himself with difficulty. Claude wanted to tell his father about what had transpired but he could not get a word in. For some reason, his father seemed to be protecting the woman who stood, her small eyes crinkled in what was supposed to be a look of pain and misery.‘Sir,’ he tried but Ramona stepped to the Mafia Don with a sigh.‘OUT!” the Don barked at his son who stiffened and left the room.*ProserpinaLucien had entered the room and the door was shut by
LucienThe Mafia Don was drunk.He had gone over the scenario in his mind, over and over again and he knew that he had let his jealousy, that poison that invaded his mind, get the better of his feelings. It had clouded his judgment and he had once again, had reacted like a fool.He had accused his Woman, the person who had stood with him through thick and thin.Scowling and cursing, at his stupidity, he threw the tumbler across the room. Gustav moved silently and he indicated with a grunt that he wanted another drink. The silent man glanced at him warily but did not try to stop him. Loyal he might be but like everyone else, he was terrified of the Boss. And word had spread about how he had killed the siblings after having taken all the information he required from the hapless duo.Had Schwartz been around, he would not only have prevented Lucien from drinking into a state of drunken oblivion, he would also have berated him for his foolishness. But his children were staunchly with his
But she simply stormed up to him, eyes flashing, her long brown hair looking like a sheet of mahogany as she moved, her luscious body rippling beneath a crimson cloak and the long dress she was wearing.Proserpina did not hesitate. She stormed up to him, and when she was close to him, she raised a hand and stuck him across his cheek. He flinched.She was furious, and he could see, close up, the slightly swollen eyelids and her face, which looked ravaged. He had done this to her, he thought brokenly.But he easily captured her small, flailing wrists as she spat at him,‘You …you despicable …’He growled, holding her at arms’ length,“Hush little one, …’She was not done.Her eyes brimming with tears, she kicked and tried to struggle as she cried,‘I have gone to hell and back for you, you horrid man and you think I would …’‘ Woman, I am sorry.’ He growled, and she stopped in mid-sentence to stare at him, the wind going out of her sails.She took a step back. The limpid brown eyes wide
ProserpinaAs I worked the soap into a rich lather on my husband's thick, muscular arms, I knew he was watching me. Leaning back against the tub, his eyes, pale and steady, stayed on me, unwaveringly.Despite myself, I felt the warmth on my cheeks as I felt his gaze moving to my breasts which were bobbing in the water, the soft pale mounds just visible, as I scrubbed his chest. He reached out for me suddenly and I gasped, my hair in a messy bun at the top of my head as I looked at him, wide-eyed.He gripped the back of my neck in a gentle but firm way as he growled,‘Woman…you came to me…’The note of awe and something else in his tone made me stop what I was doing.I stopped my ministrations and remained still as I met his gaze. Drunk he might be but my Mafia Don was as alert as ever.I sighed and said quietly, facing him,‘When you love someone, Lucien Delano, you accept them for what they are and you forgive.’I held his eyes as I moved closer, wading slowly in the huge tub as I cl
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