The Don promises

Proserpina

I shook my head.

‘James is a dear friend but he has two women in his life now, Aiyana and Maja.’ I went on as my lover’s hirsute chest with the firm muscles loomed infront of me and I swallowed in trepidation, nervous at the beaast I had unleashed.

It had been a long time since we made love, if the fierce, urgent coupling we entered into, wild and abandoned, could be called lovemaking; and my body was already waiting to have him claim me roughly, the way he always did, for tenderness was a quality no one could associate even remotely, with Lucien Delano.

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But two could play the same game, I thought.

I began to unbutton my shirt, seductively and saw his eyes gleam, the way his body went still. His manhood reared up, stiff and thick.

I swallowed and then said in a husky whisper,

“Will you give me your word, Lucien Delano? That the child we created will be the one who will fight on the Opening Day? And not you?’

His hand stilled for a minute as he stroked the hard shaft which