TaraShe sniffled and looked about her piteously. Her siblings had disappeared, as one, boycotting her again, she thought bitterly. She pushed the plate of almost untouched food away and immediately, Beatrice’s dark hand swooped down and snatched it away.“Silly girl!’ admonished the old woman and a sharp slap on her wrist for good measure, giving her a dark look before ambling away. Tara slid off the chair and raced to her room, tears streaming down her cheeks.‘They were all awful, every one of them was horrid!’ she thought as she threw herself down onto the bed and sobbed her heart out.It had not been her intention to make Pappa angry with Mumma but she had been bewildered. Pappa was older than Mumma, the kids at school said that too but he was Pappa and so handsome and powerful and Strong. How could Mumma say that he could not fight?And Mumma had not supported her.*Fresh tears leaked out from her lids and she gave into another bout of crying.‘She hated her family! ‘she though
LucienHe sat, watching her while his member hardened painfully.The F*CK!, he thought, as he watched her, her glossy hair in a dark sheath behind her, reaching her wide hips, the full breasts straining under the shirt which was beyond repair. He vaguely remembered that she had laughed as she cuddled up to him, before the birth of their youngest son, showing him the shirt and telling him how their younger sons had bought it for her. He had been stroking her breast absently, a hand pillowing his head as he listened to her, enjoying a private moment with her, without the entire brood of children he had fathered surrounding his Woman.And he had enjoyed her pleasure as she displayed the apples of all things, on the pink maternity shirt.But all those thoughts flew out of his mind as he watched, unable to take his eyes off her luscious body. He had not had her under him for too long; now he was like a bull in heat and he knew that they would not be leaving the room for some time now. Not
ProserpinaI 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.*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
RiaShe was sitting in the living room with Claude when the message came from her Pappa.‘Bring the baby and come here.’That was all. Just that terse and clipped message.She turned to Claude who was moodily studying his phone as he sat, legs hefted up on the table, a stance he would be skinned for verbally if Mumma caught him doing that. But he looked up quickly as she shot to her feet.‘Claude, come with me,’ she said and as she dashed out of the room heading to the nursery, she called over her shoulder,‘We are going to the Club with Rudi.’He was beside her , thundering up the stairs with her as they rushed to organize the journey .*The baby was sleeping but in a few minutes, Ria knew he would be up and would bring the house down with his clamoring for his feed. The little fellow might have been born ahead of his time but he made up for it by being louder than all her other siblings.The nurses blundered around, helping, and finally, with the baby wrapped in the warmest clothin
ProserpinaLaterI discovered that Danielle had been asked to fill the shelves with clothes of my size and my choice. I smiled as I stood, staring at the assorted shades of pink and yellows, blues and plum, greens and greys, that stared out at me from the closeLucien came up behind me, his chest hairs damp from the bath we had just completed and I turned to him, my arms around his waist as I smiled up at him.‘You are my life, Boss.’ I whispered and he crushed my already bruised lips again before thrusting me away.‘Get some clothes on, you wanton witch,’ he snarled but he was smiling. “Your boy will be here to suckle at your teats now.’I quickly spun about and chose a set of clothes that suited me. Rolling my eyes when I saw the label and the price tag, I changed as swiftly as I could, into a nursing dress that was chic and comfortable, all the way from the House of Brunelle, read the tag. It was mustard , with a joyful floral print and I had just zipped up the front when the knock
Lucien Delano had been a playboy, a macho alpha, a Dom, moving from woman to woman but he had always instructed Danielle to make sure that the women he bedded were clean and not one of them was allowed to get pregnant.The young teenager who had crashed into his life had been the only one he had not asked Danielle to” take care of.'And she sometimes wondered if he had deliberately knocked up the young girl, knowing that she might end up being his exclusive Woman...*After a lot of turmoil and kidnapping and disappearances, things had worked out for them and the two were still as deeply in love with each other as they had been years ago. She knew that they could barely keep their hands off each other, having seen them sometimes, making violent love, even in the middle of a party, when the Boss felt the urge to f*ck his beautiful wife, he would drag his sensuous wife out, to the balcony, the garden, the storage room, anywhere he could get, and take her in his feverish, savage way. Onc
HilaThe message from the Monk had fixed it.A couple of snaps, of Moshe, sitting, staring blankly into space while a hand rested on his shoulder, a hand with a syringe, had alarmed her sufficiently.Moving quickly, the assassin had gotten on the job, trying to find a weak link. For the Monk had been clear. Get into Lucien Delano’s newest Club.It was common knowledge that it was to be the grandest, the largest, and the most exotic of all his Clubs, even more, magnificent than the one in the city, his flagship Gentlemen’s Club, even more, flamboyant than the second one he was planning to open in a few months, away from the city, in another district.And since the Delano Mob was behind this, everyone knew that money would be thrown about with no hesitation. For the Mafia Don was one who believed in the Best.Rumours had it that oil-rich sheikhs, tycoons from across the world as well as politicians, cutting across political parties, all of them were vying to visit and stay at this place
Philippe stood, watching them, and Ria felt her face suffuse with color. It was growing warmer now, thankfully and although they were all wearing winter clothes, she had pulled down her hood, revealing her blonde head.She felt Philippe’s eyes on her and was immediately wrapped up in them; strands of his black hair had fallen across his forehead and she longed to reach out and smooth them. There was something so compassionate and caring, so powerful and strong about his restrained behavior. She knew that if anyone attempted to hurt her, to slight her, the Capo would be all over them.And yet, when he was talking to her, his voice was always soft and unflustered, indulgent as he growled, ’Ah, Princess.’She realized what it was; he saw HER, the girl she was, the young woman she had become. Possibly, because they had grown up together, for whatever reason, he was the one person who could see through her tantrums and her flirting. Because, he had seen her, really seen her.Not just as th