To give her credit, Aiyana did not seem to be at all judgmental. Her black eyes, keen and alert, were fixed on my face as she listened. Then she sat back, crossing her legs elegantly as she said,‘It’s true. ‘I blinked and asked,‘About…Yuri?’She nodded, her eyes on my face.I shuddered. I had once been kidnapped by one of Lucien’s greatest foes, a maniac called Dmitri Rudenko. He had displayed the same level of instability.Aiyana nodded thoughtfully, tapping her thigh. I wondered belatedly if she was wearing her weapon; she was always armed and ready for any eventuality. Now she headed her own security service which worked for the big corporate houses.But it was my feeling over how I had misjudged my husband that made me rise to my feet,I rose shakily as Aiyana looked up.‘I need to talk to Lucien,’ I said softly.I had misjudged him and yelled at him before we went to Claude. Now I felt engulfed in remorse.She nodded and I knew she wanted to say something but was in two minds
Later as they lay in each other’s arms, their bodies still damp with sweat after their passion-filled lovemaking, Lucien gathered her in his arms, and she snuggled into him, her small hand tickling his chest, licking his flat nipples.He growled a warning and she giggled as his hand clenched around her waist, tugging her closer to his hard, muscled length. Her small rounded stomach was digging into his side and he smiled slightly, as he thought of the eighth child growing in her womb.Proserpina sighed as she thought of her husband.With a sigh, she murmured softly, brown eyes luminous with a sheen of moisture as she whispered,‘I can’t think of a life without you, Lucien.’The seriousness of her words was clear and he met her gaze as she went on, dragging the comforter around her heavy breasts as she said softly,‘ When Philippe said that…’Alert immediately, he sat up on an elbow, and said, his voice threatening,‘What did that young fool tell you?’She sighed and moved to him on he
It took me a while to adjust to this idea which had been floated by Aiyana Laughing Water. In her clear, clinical way, she had put forth what she saw as the best solution. And I knew, as my eyes went over the harsh, craggy features of my husband, that he was already thinking about it.I stood up, pushing myself off my lover's lap awkwardly as I stuttered,“But…Claude…? He…will he…?”Lucien made a rude sound.“Woman,” he growled,” The boy has made it abundantly clear that he is attracted to the girl. And it beats him screwing around and impregnating some random woman.”My husband was, as always, explaining things in a practical, no-nonsense way, but I still hesitated.‘I need to think,’ I blurted, wringing my hands as I moved backwards to the door."It's…”Pushing the door open, I walked away, my thoughts in a whirl.Claude was so young! He was little more than a child to me…But then, I bit my lip and leant against the cool window pane, thinking.*Ria came into the room, leading Rudy
After Piers had expressed his outrage in a muted fashion, Lucien had put his foot down. Hard.“It is either that or let them kill him,“ he announced bluntly.That had got Piers's attention. He could not in his heart, think of giving his brother away to the Bratva for he knew how dangerous the large outfit was. But he also knew how the Russians would not hesitate to kill anyone who had appeared to dishonour their women.He changed tack.“Mumma?” he stuttered hesitantly."What about your Mumma?" growled Lucien, drawing his brows together in a fierce, threatening frown as he eyeballed his oldest son.“I mean…Sir…What does she…?” asked Piers bravely, although his father’s cold stare was making him sweat uncomfortably.Lucien grunted.“Your Mumma knows to trust me when it comes to the good of our children.’And the matter was ended with that pronouncement.*When the unsuspecting Claude returned late that evening, he was told to head to his father’s study immediately. Sweating profusely, t
Keeping with his indomitable nature, Lucien Delano swiftly swung into action and carried out his plan with purpose. The Mafia Don had the power of his sway over the major part of the country, along with the numerous political leaders he had on his side, to make himself a forceful and domineering ally to anyone he chose to support. Kiril Kosev, the Bratva mob head, was aware of this. He was also extremely disappointed in his own relative, Yuri Kosev the son of his deceased brother and only heir, who had not been anything but an embarrassment. The sadistic manner in which he was trying to muscle his way amongst the other men had disappointed and put off the older man, who had wanted to bring about some degree of polish to his outfit.When Lucien Delano put out his olive branch, the old Kirill Gosev grabbed it with both hands. He knew that his nephew, Yuri was angling to step into his shoes as soon as he got an opportunity.Even if it meant killing old Kirill to get there.The old man wa
At dinner that night, with the guests assembled, Lucien flicked a cool grey look at his wife. She looked beautiful, he thought again, with the accompanying tightening in his groin although he had just f*cked her thoroughly, a few hours ago.Resplendent in the gown that made her seem seductive and ethereal, she glided about, discreetly supervising the table. And she was HIS. Only his, he thought as he noted her slightly swollen lips, the result of his hard kisses, the mark on the pale mound of her breast that she had tried hard to cover with her hair; the mark he had left on his Woman as he sank his teeth into her soft breast as he emptied his seed in her.Kirill Gosev had not taken his eyes off Proserpina since he came, his bushy eyebrows lifting slightly as he noted that she was pregnant. He had smiled, his gold-capped teeth glinting as the introductions were made. All the Delano children had been present, and the Mafia Don ran his eyes over pride. They were a handsome lot, his four
Piers strode along the corridor, aware that his bodyguard was a few steps behind him. On such an important day as this, when the Bratva and the Delano mob were finally laying their animosity to the side and joining in a pact, it was always imperative to keep the peace.He was on the phone as he threw open his door and stormed into his room.He Facetimed her on the number, the number she had warned him to use only for emergencies.They looked at each other for a second, greedily devouring each other’s appearance. She looked weary, he thought with a pang, her hair had been coloured deep brown and she was wearing contacts. She seemed to be riding in a cab and her eyes kept moving to the driver, cold and hard, obviously frightening the hapless fellow, thought Piers fondly.Then she broke the spell and in her throaty growl, with a small twist of her lips, she said,‘There’s a car full of explosives headed to your house, Pretty Boy.’Her tone was low; she did not want the man driving the ve
ProserpinaWe settled down and I felt the tension knotting my stomach.“Coffee?” I asked pleasantly, my eyes on Katrina who looked as though she would burst into tears. The shrewish aunt had been grumbling and making some rather sharp remarks in her language all the way to the living room. She was now looking around, her envy written large on her sallow face.Gosev’s fiancée looked anxious.Our living room, the one we used to entertain important guests, was large and furnished with trinkets and pieces of art that I had collected painstakingly, lovingly, over the years.I sighed and clenched my fists as I wondered what sort of situation was being discussed in the study where my husband was holding a meeting. A short while later, we heard the loud rumble of engines, powerful ones as vehicles drove out from the underground basement.The rat-faced woman turned to me, her face ashen.“What is happening?” she shrieked in heavily accented English, jumping up to her feet.“I insist on being t