SophieShe had been taken aback when she saw the little woman who was Lucien Delano’s wife. She was not a beauty but there was something about her, the lustrous brown eyes, the wide smiling mouth, her grace, her body, yes, men looked at her and wanted to make her theirs. Sophie had seen it in the eyes of men in the audience as they saw the woman who had rushed to the ropes, crying out the Boss’ name in such a fervent way.What had been even more remarkable was the man’s reaction. Sophie had been even more astonished to see how deeply the Boss seemed to care for her. Damn, thought Sophie incredulously, the man had been on the verge of losing; just the sight of his wife’s face, the sound of her voice and he had been striding ( if you could call it that) across the ring to be with her! He had had the look of a man who was love-struck when he saw her. Like he would do anything for her.Sophie glanced at her enviously and felt a twinge of jealousy when she saw the look on Schwartz's face.
LucienHe had wanted to run after her, to make his woman understand why he had brought in Catalina but the doctor and his manager had been adamant. He had to have stitches on his chin and forehead. He needed to get cleaned up too. Catalina had been tagging along, clinging to him but as soon as they were out of the auditorium, he had turned to her.“Look, Dana,’ he had said, his rasping voice gruff with tiredness, “I need to be with my wife now. ‘She had still been half-naked, her chest exposed but someone had persuaded her to wear a robe. It was similar to his and almost as an afterthought, he found himself wondering how she had come by it.He needed to find out, he thought, rubbing his forehead banally. She was beginning to worm her way into areas that she had no business being in.Catalina glared at him, her small green eyes narrowed in rage, bristling in indignation,“So, tell me, Lucien Delano,’ she sneered, her voice dripping venom,‘Let me get this straight, was I only a conven
ProserpinaI was torn between wanting to hate the man, who was holding me and making my heart pound , the wetness to pool between my thighs, to sag against him and let him continue to kiss me.The others left, Schwartz with a quizzical gleam in his eyes and the girl called Sophie who grinned at me. Danielle was her brisk self, stomping out of the room; the after fight party would begin in an hour and she had things to take care of. Grace smiled tremulously at me as she left.Lucien turned to me the moment they had left, his hands pulling down my crop top but I was not going to give in so easily.Pushing him away, I said fiercely,‘ No, Lucien. No.’***He stared at me, bewildered and angered that I could resist him; then as he understood what I was saying he said, drawing me to him,“Woman, you need to trust me.’I pushed hard at his deep chest and created a space between us.“Lucien Delano,’ I said quietly, taking a deep breath,’ I can tolerate a lot. I have waited for you, I have pu
LucienThe after-fight party was in full swing. He had ensured that not everyone was allowed in. Tables had been overpriced on purpose but there were still a lot of guests he would have preferred to throw out.Now the hall had been tastefully set up with lights that allowed guests to see what was going on but muted enough to ensure their privacy. The entire room was done up elegantHe grunted, he must congratulate Danielle. She had done an excellent job.His wife turned to look up at him, her soft brown eyes questioning. Swooping down, he kissed her hard on her lush mouth and felt her stiffen and then relax. When he raised his head, he was pleased to see that she was pink with embarrassment. His little woman hated exhibitions of passion in public. But he wanted the world to know that she belonged to him; this beautiful woman with the long brown hair and the luminous brown eyes was HIS and only his.***‘Lucien,’ she said softly, looking, he thought appreciatively, looking exactly like
Proserpina I stared at the woman who was entering. She had the kind of figure we saw on celebrities, elaborately sculpted by trained physicians. Her breasts were like large melons and the lower part of her body was rounded in an absurdly unreal way. As she approached us, I saw the look of pure malevolence that flashed across her face as she looked at me. Her eyes slid to Lucien and the expression altered,Lust. Desire…you name it. In that instant, I knew I had an enemy, an enemy who would not hesitate to wipe away my very existence from the face of the earth. She wanted Lucien and she would do anything to achieve her goal.I looked up at my husband, fearfully. The woman was glamorous. I was like a gauche girl beside this creature who was weeping in with four young men fawning over her. Lucien was scowling, displeasure on his face. He seemed to sense my uncertainty, for he looked down at me, eyes narrowing. His eyes travelled over my hesitant features and my parted lips.‘If you keep
Catalina Her eyes narrowed as she swept the room, taking in the admiring, lustful gazes of the men in the banquet hall, the women staring at her jealously. That blonde-haired b*tch, Danielle and her dark-skinned girlfriend were observing her in open dislike. Catalina blew them a kiss and laughed out loud as the women turned away in disgust.Danielle Eton turned away, murmuring something abusive under her breath.***The young man on her right, Scott-something, was rubbing his hand on her ass and she shivered in delight. He was a young stud and had been pleasuring her for a while.In fact, ever since Lucien had rushed off the stage in pursuit of his wife.She had been furious at Lucien’s dumping her publicly. But the young man and his companions had made up for her disappointment.Okay, to a certain extent.***But they could not replace the horniness she felt when she saw Lucien. He was, she thought bitterly, the only man she had wanted, really desired. She had used her body to get to
ProserpinaLucien raised his head. His face was glazed with want and I knew that if we had not been in the Hall, I would have been beneath him on the floor, being thoroughly ravished by this man.I smiled, teasing him and licked my lips, an action that never failed to rouse him.‘I think I would like to taste you,’ I whispered, pulling his head down so that he was the only one who heard me.He took my hand and kissed the inside of my wrist, making me shiver with longing. Then pulling me close, he said in a hoarse whisper,‘Behave yourself, woman.’I dimpled at him and felt his eyes, those eyes that always seemed cold and distant, glow with hunger. He pulled me to him, making me aware of his strength, his desire which he was controlling with an iron hand. Gently, tenderly, I stroked his face with the stitches and the bruises. This was my lover, my fighter, my Mafia Don.Lucien bent to kiss me again, a low rumble in his chest as he claimed me.***I had forgotten for a moment that we wer
Proserpina We arrived at home, but as I made to strep out, Lucien's large hand gripped my wrist.“Stay here.’ He commanded and made to get out.I grabbed his arm in panic,“No, Lucien. I want to come.’His eyes seemed to assess me, coldly, clinically and one part of me asked incredulously,“Why is he looking at me so strangely? We just spent an hour making love, holding hands…?’‘I want you to…’ he began in his rumble, a tone I had heard when he was at the end of his tether.“Lucien, I need to see my children!’ I cried.‘You need to be safe.’ He said gruffly, ’You are carrying my child.’And with that terse reply, he stepped out. Before I could protest the car was sliding out of the porch. I turned back in shock. Lucien was entering our home, the posse of bodyguards with him.***“Where are we going?’ I demanded, knocking on the glass partition of the car.The security man sitting up front turned. He was not a familiar face and he seemed ill at ease. Avoiding my eyes, he said in a sti