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
When Philippe strode into the mansion a few minutes later, he was still thinking of the Israeli woman who had arrived there to save them. An unfamiliar feeling of awe had settled in his gut.James Schwarz was an expert marksman but even he would have had a hard time getting such an exact shot at the man who had been driving an explosives-laden vehicle, shooting him at the very moment that he had been swerving...Damn, but the woman was an ace, he thought, as he knocked and entered the Boss’s study.Clouds of cigar smoke engulfed the Russian mobster, Kirill Gosev, who turned to watch them enter. Beston trooped in and the guards discreetly shut the door.Lucien St Claire leaned back in his chair, his narrow-eyed gaze on them as he growled,“Well?’Beston cleared his throat.‘The vehicle …it was heading towards the house…’Lucien cleared his throat impatiently.“Hila Zaid saved us.” Said Philippe and for a split second, his eyes went to Piers who was standing by his father’s side, Claude
The Mafia Don had made arrangements to have Yuri captured and he knew that Kirill was eager to help.Then again, the way the man had practically undressed his wife as she moved around, his eyes feasting on her body, had made Lucien furious.With an oath, he rose and limped out, heading to the bedroom.*ProserpinaIt was late when Lucien came to bed. Rather, it was almost dawn when he walked in.I sat up sleepily, for I had been tossing and turning.‘Lucien…’ I began but my husband moved to me purposefully, his pale eyes glittering.He was in a dark mood, I saw at once, and he had been drinking heavily.His gaze moved to my parted lips as I nervously ran my tongue over them, gripping the front of my robe. Stepping to me, Lucien gripped my nape, a fistful of my long hair in his hands as he brought his mouth down on mine, hard and unrelenting.I felt myself tremble, the wetness flooding me with his rough caress, as his hand moved to my heavy breast, twisting my thick nipple.I gasped, m
Piers stood at the window, unable to sleep. He wanted to hear her voice, wanted to feel Hila Zaidi in his arms, hell, he wanted to take her, roughly, the way they always mated.The phone pinged as though it had heard his silent plea. He grabbed it and looked at the screen.“Wait for me in the Town House, pretty boy.”That was all. He sighed, raking his hand through his fair, tousled hair again,He needed a smoke. And he needed her.Without pausing to think, he called the security at the gate. He was leaving. He had to meet the woman he ached for. The woman who had saved them tonight. Striding out, he lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply, his jacket over his shoulder. He noted the lights under the doors of his twin sister and his younger brother, his lips twisting cynically.He had an urgent task to carry out now; he wanted Hila to meet his father. The approval of his Pappa was all that he craved and Hila had done something which had earned her the grudging admiration of the Don. Piers h
PiersHe reached the townhouse, entering the heavily guarded entrance and going up in the elevator gliding silently to the rooms at the top. The rooms on the third floor were reserved for the Mafia Don and his family. The second floor was where the Don held his meetings and his guests stayed if at all any were in attendance. Piers knew that an Aba sheikh and his attendants were occupying a few of the rooms; Pappa had some deal going on with them and he needed to keep them close. Hence the security as well. He frowned. How would Hila manage to get in?He need not have worried.Even as he shut the door, a figure stepped out from the darkness and an arm went around his throat. He chuckled softly,“Woman, are you trying to kill me?” he asked softly, unconsciously echoing his father’s way of addressing the woman he loved.He knew it was Hila; her scent, her natural body aroma, for she did not use any fancy perfumes, surrounded him and he groaned. He was tall and lithe but she came up to hi
Ria sat at the large table in her small office beside her Pappa’s in the Club.She had discovered that she was good at this, managing things. ‘A natural’, drawled Danielle in her husky, smoker’s voice when she came in from time to time, to supervise what the young woman was doing. Dani and Grace were thinking of adopting a child, Danielle having finally given in to her partner’s demand. So she was busy with the process although Grace was the one who was doing the actual work of meeting officials and running around.Ria smiled as she sent a mail to one of the suppliers, a caustic note reminding the man of how things were not happening fast enough. The fact that she was her father’s daughter with the clout of the Don behind her, led to most people responding double quick, she thought with a grin.Philippe put his head around the door and caught her dimpling at the screen of her laptop.“What’s funny, babe?’ he said, his voice a tender growl as he walked in, followed by Lou and Dom who h