Proserpina' WHAT? ' I cried, jolted out of my annoyance and worry, and then remembered my children. I did not want to upset them further.‘Schwarz sighed again and he rubbed his jaw‘The Boss,’ he said, hiding a yawn as he spoke,’ The Boss felt it would be best if you all were away from here for a while.’And as I began to protest, he went on hastily,‘Proserpina, it was his idea and I support him completely in this.’I glared at him, fury, dismay, and anxiety warring in my heart.Lucien Delano was trying to keep us safe.I could respect that.But did he need to keep us all away from him for that? Keep ME away?I NEEDED that man beside me.We had had a similar situation when I was carrying Claude. He had drifted away, gone to every woman possible and it had nearly devastated me.I was not going to tolerate that!***' I...I want to talk to hm, James, please.’ I said fiercely.But he shook his head firmly. “You need to think of the kids and yourself, Proserpina.’ He said tiredly.Even
Sophie The last few hours had been like something out of a film.She was still trying to make sense of what had happened.The Boss and his lovely wife, their love apparent to everyone that night in the Club; it had been such a heart-warming incident in the mad, ugly world she existed in.And then, she had taken a ride home in the vehicle that Danielle had thoughtfully arranged for all the girls. She had been giggling as she alighted. But the moment she entered her apartment building, she knew something was wrong. It was close to dawn but the door to her small home was open and her neighbours, an old couple with seven cats, were waiting for her. The woman was, normally reserved and unwilling to interact with her, but now she appeared at her own door, looking flustered.“I was waiting for you,’ she began as Sophie stepped in, bewildered and horrified, looking around her small house.To say it had been ransacked was putting it politely. The furniture had been overturned, the mattresses r
Proserpina I looked around myself.The house that we had been brought to had once been a charming inn, perhaps. It had been done up and restored by professionals who had managed to retain the cosiness of the original building. It had probably been meant to be a country getaway for a wealthy magnate. A huge garden with a variety of colourful flowers caught the early morning rays of the sun.Schwartz said something about a carriage house and the place being on a hundred acres of land. But I was barely listening.A fireplace in the large living room caught my attention-“I shall need to see it cannot be opened by the children,’ I thought distractedly as I gazed around me. Claude was clinging to my arms, refusing to get down onto the floor. He was in one of his black moods. The twins had slept through the journey and were now rearing to go. I sighed. I wanted Lucien so badly, I wanted him to hold me in his muscular arms, wanted to lay my head on his chest.I wanted to feel safe. Just to h
Proserpina The large windows were open and the sunlight was now streaming in, gradually. Drapes in rich yellow hues danced in the gentle breeze coming in.The rays of the sun fell on my children as they stood, side by side and it played on their golden curls. They stood like two golden angels in their overcoats and pyjamas, observing Paddy. The young fellow was looking away, lowering his head, focusing on a tiny piece of thread he had picked from his cardigan.I felt my heart swell with pride. My son never failed to make me feel humbled. He was gentle and loving.But Ria, ever the dictator, had to have the last word. Now she tapped her chin importantly and announced,“Alright. He can play with us.’***“Off to the bathroom, kids,’ I stated in a no-nonsense tone and they raced away, hell-bent on exploring the house. Sophie followed them out, holding Paddy's hand. Claude let out an ear-splitting wail, struggling wildly, clamouring, demanding to be taken to them but I soothed him wearily
Lucien He stood, breathing harshly, belting the bathrobe around his thick, muscled body. The sight of Catalina, naked and kneeling before him, his cum dripping down her chin, her thick lips still wet as she licked them, made him feel disgusted.Where earlier, in another life, he might have been turned on by coming awake to having his c*ck sucked so enthusiastically by a woman, it only left a feeling of revulsion in him now. The disgust, the loathing on his face as he stood, his fists clenched by his sides, trying with all his might not to smash the woman’s face, must have shown on his face. Catalina frowned, her expression changing.Gradually she seemed to realise that this man, the man whose member she had been choking on to keep him happy, was anything but pleased. Fear flashed over her face as she comprehended the fact that he was fiercely, violently angry.And she knew the Mafia Doan well enough to know that in his uncontrollable rage, he was capable of just about anything.Lucien
LucienThe phone rang.Blearily he stared at the screen and felt a wave of guilt wash over him.His daughter’s smiling face appeared on the screen.He felt sick; Proserpina had been explicit. If she knew he had been unfaithful, she would take the kids and leave him; that had been her ultimatum.Knowing her, he knew she would not hesitate to do so, she was strong. He admired that unflinching courage she had developed, a fearlessness that made him respect her even as he ruthlessly dominated her in bed.The phone rang repeatedly.Moving to the bar shakily, he gulped down a tequila and stood, swaying on his feet.In a fit of guilt and agony, he sank to the bed and buried his head in his hands and groaned.He could not think of existing without them. His Woman was his life. He adored his daughter. He loved Piers and baby Claude, all splitting images of himself.And Proserpina was expecting their fourth child.He could not face them; could not think of talking to them.The very idea of list
Proserpina I took to spending time on the comfortable rocking chair on the bluestone patio. My eyes followed my children, Ria and Piers as they played on the wide lawn. Little Claude was on the grass, a nanny beside him. Sophie’s nephew Paddy was with the twins and I could see the way Piers was protectively helping him, trying to make him understand the game of chase they were playing.I smiled. I was now in my first trimester and although it had been relatively smooth sailing till now, I was suddenly finding it difficult. The morning sickness had returned with a vengeance. Sleeplessness as well, which kept me tossing and turning. I would sometimes get up in the middle of the night and steal down to the kitchen for a cup of tea.Yes, tea.I smiled to myself.I had discovered that I enjoyed tea. Especially flavoured tea, the masala chai I had first tasted when I was in Bhutan.Last night, I had been doing the same when Sophie trailed in, looking concerned and vaguely unhappy.“Please S
Proserpina I stared at Sophie in astonishment.She had an intense look on her face, a strained look.I did not know how to react.Was I supposed to be angry? Or did I laugh out loud?I chose the second option.I laughed.***She stared at me, baffled as I laughed.Her face turned pink, the freckles standing out prominently. Indignation warred with embarrassment on her face.Beatrice hurried in, looking anxious. She came to stand me beside me, placing a hand on my shoulder, protectively. She was not too fond of Sophie.“What is it, ‘she asked gently, but her eyes were trained on Sophie, angry and protective.I smiled up at her reassuringly, shaking my head.”She just made me laugh, Bea’ I dimpled, squeezing the older woman’s hand fondly.Sophie rose and left the table, with vivid red spots on her cheeks.***I sighed.I missed Grace sorely. She had been there, a bulwark, someone who would shoulder me when I was tired and upset. Not someone who would quiz me on my imaginary love life.S
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