Piers .He lay as one who had run a marathon. Spent and panting, exhausted.He had spilt his seed so many times in the woman he had been taking all morning. Repeatedly, again and again. he had flipped her over, fingering her clit as he drove his hard member into her, yanking her head back, a fistful of her silky black hair grasped in his fist, biceps bulging as he f*cked her ungently.And then, later, he had taken her tenderly, like lovers who had been together for a long while, lovers who were aware that they could not be together anymore, lovers on the verge of parting.Bittersweet, gentle, almost romantic?She had had a suspicious moisture in her slightly tilted eyes as she gazed at him, bending over him when they were done. She had trailed kisses down his hairline, that began on his chest and tapered down to his erect c*ck, licking his proud member reverentially.He had pulled her head up then, to kiss her again. She had pushed his shoulders down, forcing him to lie still as she s
The monk sat, crushing the can of beer, one of his weaknesses, in his thin hand. His hands were like claws but powerful in strength.Now he threw the destroyed can into the distance, not being aware of the loud sound it created.He was livid. But unlike Dusak, sex and then the killing, did not take the edge off his fury. He would use it, instead, to come up with another plan. But this time, he was a worried man.Lucien Delano had already smashed some of his hideouts within minutes of discovering how he had been playing the man’s daughter; had effectively shut down, using either force or coercion, some of the lucrative deals he had begun to cut with the drug lords around California and the other states. Of course, the Mafia Don had had the able support of the Cosa Nostra in this regard, particularly because he had been championed by the cunning barrister, Tristan Lord.The Monk scowled darkly and began to mumble, fiddling with his beads. To add to his miseries, the mad woman, the Assas
Ria looked up as the bed sank slightly and Philippe lowered his heavy weight beside her. She smiled sleepily, wrapping her arms around the man she loved as he nuzzled her neck, burying his face in her golden hair, inhaling deeply of her sweet, fruity hair. He loved this woman in his arms, he thought fervently as he gathered her in his large tattooed arms, holding her to his body and meeting her lips as she tilted her head to his, welcoming him.‘Baby,’ he breathed and she moaned as he trailed his hand down her body, feeling the curves, the slopes of her lissom body, the rounded breasts and the legs, parting eagerly as he moved to her neatly trimmed mound.“Argh…’ he groaned as he lowered her gently and rolled over onto her, his hand feverishly working on his zipper, waiting to take out the thick hard length that was throbbing with need.She was already taking off her t-shirt and he felt his balls tighten as he saw her body in the dim light of the night lamp, tempting, tantalising him.
ProserpinaI decided to go to the Club to meet Lucien as he had not come home for a week now. The children were busy; Brian had agreed to fly down and talk to Tara for I had the strong feeling that at this moment, she needed to be away, far away and I had asked Brian to take her with him back to Bhutan. I still had some old friends of mine in the nunnery and they had agreed to have her there. When I spoke to Tara about my plan, I had expected her to put up a fight. But my beautiful child had merely nodded her head and hugging me, she had mumbled,“ I never wanted to hurt you and Pappa so badly, Mumma.’Lucien had not come to meet her, to speak to her about what she considered to be the greatest crime of her life; instead, he had called her once, and from the ensuing silence at his end after he had delivered a few clipped words, I guessed that he had been coldly furious. And it took more than a mere mortal to deal with that!I had mentioned my decision to Lucien but as he had not been
Philippe stood outside the door, his palms sweaty. He had made up his mind. There was no going back; he was going to ask the Mafia Don for his permission.It had been sitting on his chest, like a weight. He loved Ria. And he knew that she felt the same about him; so why not go ahead and ask the Don for his blessings?He had seen Proserpina Delano and James Schwartz enter the rooms where the Don had retired for a break after his strenuous schedule; the man had not been back to his house all week. He had been holding meetings with various people scattered all over the globe, physical meets as well as virtual ones. All with one purpose; to crush the Monk who was holed away in some part of the country, licking his wounds like an animal for his attempt to spirit away Lucien Delano’s younger daughter had not worked out.And Lucien Delano was powerful and influential enough to get his way. He had already smashed the Monk’s base in Hollowford and in other places in the US. He was now working
Proserpina The flight touched down in a white world. It had been snowing all night and in the morning, the world outside my aircraft window appeared to be entirely draped in white. Tugging on my faux fur-lined gloves, I huddled into my heavy coat and stepped out after thanking the crew. Phillippe was beside me, his stance that of a fighter, wary and alert. As we descended the stairs carefully, I saw the man who had come to collect me.Siek Toth. Beston had given me the brief details before we embarked on our epic journey.Toth was a warlord and an arms dealer in the East European region. And Beston had also warned me gently to be careful when I spoke to the man. He was loyal to Lucien and they had been doing business for years. But being a traditional, conservative type of man, he had not been happy to learn that Lucien’s wife was dashing halfway across the globe to search for her missing husband. Siek Toth subscribed to the view that I, as a mourning widow, should have taken to be
Maja“Oh, great, thought Maja as she picked up her duffle bag and trotted after the man who was striding out, anger in every fibre of his bearing. ‘Please wait,’ she panted and he stopped abruptly, turning to look at her, his green eyes hard and cold, all the humour and the warmth had vanished. He looked dangerous and she halted at once. “Look,’ she murmured softly, stopping in her tracks as she looked into his hard, handsome face, “I did not…’ and then, looking him in the eyes, she said in a small voice, ”I am sorry.’ Tilting her chin, she gazed at him, stubbornly. He sighed and nodded. ’Car’s here.’ he said shortly and they saw that a large deep blue sedan had driven up to the door. The children eagerly piled into the back seat as one of the men standing at the entrance came over to help them to load their luggage, just a couple of sad-looking, worn-out suitcases. Maja bit her lip. They looked like refugees; she thought bitterly, which they were in some sense of the word! The
Lucien looked down at his Woman who was sleeping. Her body was snuggled to his and even in sleep, he had been holding her to him, a heavy leg thrown over her thighs, trapping her body.They had made love all night long and she was sleeping the sleep of a person who was exhausted. He had repeatedly brought washcloths to wipe the inner thighs of his woman for after a while, she had seemed incapable of standing upright beneath the shower.At one point, he had draped his large, heavy body over hers, trapping her beneath him as he f*cked her while she lay helpless and panting beneath him on her stomach, as he drew his c*ck out, only to plunge into her wetness, hard and unrelenting as she gasped, scrabbling wildly under him.‘This c*nt belongs to me, understand, wh*re?’ he grunted hoarsely, turned on by the feel of her helplessness. He gripped a fistful of her hair and bit her nape as she whimpered, ’Yes, Lucien, yours. Only...’She panted helplessly.He flicked a hand over her round as* ch