LucienHe had had enough. He had been unable to tear his eyes off his wife as she spoke animatedly and laughed with the young men with Aiyana. The youths in question had not been able to look anywhere else, either, he thought furiously, his hand tightening around the stem of his glass as he watched her, his hand in his pocket.“Ah, such a little thing… Did you pick her up from school?’ sighed someone close by and he turned to meet the eyes of Tara Winston, the woman who was Brad Winston’s aunt. She had had a twin sister who had been Lucien’s lover for a while. He vaguely remembered having f*cked both of them together on some occasions when Shark had been alive.Of course, it had been Shark’s idea. . Looking back, he knew that the fellow had simply fed Lucien women to use and discard. But once Proserpina came into his life, he knew he felt something more than lust for her. True, her divine body made him want to f*ck her and never stop. But along with it, there was a deep desire to prot
Lucien was like an animal in heat as he took me that day. All the pent up frustration he had been holding back, erupted fiercely. He did not hurt me, there was no deliberate violence, but he was rough. Not uncaring, never. He made sure that I was also experiencing pleasure, using his hands and mouth to transport me to exquisite heights.But I could sense something more, a need to prove something. Prove what, I thought wildly as he made fierce love to me, stamping his ownership on me.I thrashed and moaned and whimpered as we made love, this big, muscular man I loved mindlessly and I. The huge bed with the soft white Egyptian cotton sheets was crumpled and damp with our frantic lovemaking after a while. Once, I made to sit up but his strong arm commandingly latched onto me, pulling me down onto him. He positioned me on his c*ck, impaling me like a prisoner and I gasped as he seemed to be touching the core of my womb. As I rode him, my large breasts slapping loudly, he grunted hoarsely,
SophieShe stepped out for a smoke after a while.“God… my heels are killing me,’ she grumbled. Sophie chose to go for a smoke in the patio. True, no one was supposed to go there, at least, none of the members of the staff. But as long as she was not caught, she did not see the harm in it. The small area was almost deserted. Except for a young man with brown hair and freckles who was standing in the shadows, smoking too.He turned in some surprise and looked at her. Then he grinned. Sophie thought he had a very disarming smile.Frowning, she recalled that she had seen him inside, during the party. He had been talking animatedly to Proserpina bl*ody Delano.She scowled at him but he seemed unperturbed.‘ Hey, do you want me to leave?’ he asked in some consternation. Sophie met his eyes. He seemed a nice kind, a decent sort, as her mother would have said.She shook her head and lit up. *She had not been one for smoking but these days, she felt it gave her a sense of calm. Now she puffe
ProserpinaWe had spent the night here, at the Club after all. My body had been claimed repeatedly through the night and I felt a sensation of languid content.I felt the familiar soreness after a night with Lucien, stretched and aching, but a pleasant languid ache. I smiled and turned to look up at him.He was regarding me and I felt a jolt shoot through me. The man must have been awake before me. Despite all the sexual activity of the night before which had left me exhausted, he looked ready for more!“Why are you smiling, little woman?’ he growled as I stroked the scruff on his cheeks. It was rough and I dimpled. ‘ I was thinking of how I feel sore…’ I whispered.The grey eyes gleamed and he had raised himself on an elbow, the powerful muscles of his arms expanding as he lowered his head to my earlobe, nibbling it, his tongue wandering over it.’ 'Where exactly does it feel sore, woman?’ he growled and I could hear the smile in his voice as he took in my hardening nipples. The mu
LucienHe was preoccupied with the arrangements for the Fight that was to happen that weekend. He glanced at his young wife as they ate their breakfast. There were dark bruises under her eyes and he could see a small mark on her chest where the knitted shirt she was wearing revealed as she shifted.He smiled. Even after five years, he still longed to tame her. She had the ability to hold him in the palm of her small hand, dangling, wanting more. He was an alpha male, a dominant man who expected complete submission from his partner. But this woman, with her fierce independence, her excellent management skills at work and at home, she merely allowed him to dominate her in bed. And that made him want her all the more.Yes, he thought in mild astonishment, he respected her. For Lucien Delano, it was a first!*He had never found a woman worthy of being taken seriously before; all the others were merely bodies to satisfy his lust. This woman with her warm brown eyes, her curvaceous body t
ProserpinaWhen I reached home, it was to discover that chaos ruled over the Delano kingdom.Nothing new, I thought with a sigh.Little Claude had poured water over one of Ria’s precious dolls. She had dunked him in soapy water in retaliation, aided and abetted by her twin. The maids were almost in tears and Beatrice was threatening anyone and everyone she saw.“It’s high time I packed you off to some residential school, kids.’ I said in a steely voice as I supervised Claude’s cleaning up and scolded the twins.Ria’s head went up, her golden curls bobbing.“In the mountains, please!’ she cried clapping her hands, eyes dancing. She began to waltz around the room, arms raised in joy.I shook my head in exasperation. The girl would turn a punishment into a party.*I noticed young Philippe at the kitchen door, shifting uncertainly from one foot to the other when I entered the kitchen later to take care of lunch and set dinner preparations going.‘For you,’ he said, his ears turning pink i
SophieJose listened to her, They were on their second coffee. Paddy was sitting, huddled beside his aunt, humming and singing in a tuneless way under his breath. Obviously, the hearty breakfast had settled him. He was even sliding furtive looks at Jose when he thought the man was not watching him.Now Jose looked at Sophie and asked quietly,‘Are you sure about this?’Sophie burst out, furiously.“My sister was killed by that PIG, don’t you see?’ And taking a deep breath, she went on, ‘She was captured and handed over to Worthington on the orders of Proserpina f*cking Delano.’ And then, triumphantly, she added, brandishing her trump card,“Worthington told me as much.’ she declared.Seeing the disbelief in Jose’s face, she stood up, almost making poor Paddy fall down. Leaning across she sneered,“Oh, I see. So you are as besotted by her as the rest of them!’And she turned to march out, dragging her startled nephew by the arm. Jose hurried after her.“Hey, hey, listen,’ he said gentl
ProserpinaI sat there, my heart pounding as the rage flooded through me. A hand went to my stomach protectively. I knew enough to know that for all his street smart wiles, Lucien could be quite dense at times.I had also seen how manipulative Catalina could be at first-hand as well.The woman had never been able to get over the fact that I was the only woman who was going to be in Lucien St.Claire’s life. Well, I thought, clenching my fists, I was damned if I was going to wait for her to walk all over me.Coming to a decision, I stood up.*I was now three months along and was constantly in touch with the doctors, following Lucien’s strict instructions. In fact, I had an appointment scheduled with the doctor for this week. This time around, it was with a new doctor who was from India, a friendly woman named Dr Priti Agarwal. She was small and cheerful and was quite friendly. She had assured me that everything was going on just fine, after examining me last month. Since she put me a
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