ProserpinaI stood where I was, smiling benignly at my husband, the Mafia Don who looked amazed and furious alternately at having his terse command so blatantly ignored.Moving my hand to my peasant blouse, I slowly undid the top buttons, revealing the tops of my plump breasts.‘No,’ I breathed,’ I think I do not want to. That sounds like it is going to be a little…ummm…uncomfortable.’ And I gave him a big smile, unable to throw my head back and laugh as I saw the growing incredulity on his face.He roared,‘I SAID GET THE F*CK OVER HERE, WOMAN!”Shaking my head, I slowly undid another button, emboldened by his hot gaze. He could not tear his eyes away and I sighed languidly. I knew I was playing a dangerous game but I had not teased him for a long while.‘Ummm, it really does not sound very appealing…’ and after a tiny pause, I added softly,‘Making love to an Old man.’Deliberately, I turned my back to him and made to open the door that I had thoughtfully locked behind me.*That d
LucienHe watched as his wife checked his bandage, stroking his chest lovingly.*They had had a leisurely bath, where she soaped him and bathed him, as they lay in the large tub. It felt as though they had not been together for a million years, he thought as he felt the familiar lust shoot through him and he had reared up, his large manhood erect and ready to take her again. He had grasped her waist and pulled her to him, had forced her to her knees again, taking her doggie style as she knelt before him in the large bathtub, while he pounded her sore sex.He had bent to bite her nape as he exploded in her, making her cry out, her body arching while his large hands relentlessly plundered her soft breasts and clit, squeezing, pinching till she screamed deliriously. But he had been insatiable, and the sight of her wet, round curves had made him lose control.Her hair clung wetly to her face, and she smiled, shyly as his hot eyes devoured her shape within the water as she lay, panting, r
LucienHis eyes could not tear themselves off the graceful, curvaceous figure of his wife as she glided about, serving, smiling graciously as the guests made appreciative sounds, wolfing down the food. His eyes shifted to roam across the table. Beside him sat Schwartz, his golden head turned to look at Proserpina as he praised the chestnut soup lavishly. Beatrice, scurrying about with the soup tureen, immediately stopped to replenish his bowl. Proserpina laughed in protest,‘You know that there is a main course to follow, James!’Aiyana sat beside Schwartz, her hard black eyes darting around the table occasionally, watching, observing, and filing away information for later. The woman would never keep her FBI skills away, thought Lucien in exasperation.And of course, Danielle and Grace sat with Rachel and her friend, the Vietnamese woman who seemed to be enjoying the food too. Then there was the tiny blonde woman at the far end of the table who looked decidedly ill at ease: Melissa, t
LucienBut the next morning, he was confronted with the news that made him tear off to his office in the Club at once, with Schwartz in tow.Siek Toth had called.The monk had flown the coop. Along with his fiendish nephew.*Lucien had entrusted Toth with the task of finding Father Paval and Dusak, to eliminate them, once and forever. But the cunning monk had slipped out of the net.In a frenzy of rage, Lucien left his house immediately after getting the news. Proserpina looked pained as she studied him at the breakfast table. He ate his breakfast without stopping to relish the pancakes she had prepared. He saw the concern in her eyes as she came to his study while he was preparing to leave. Beston and Schwartz were with him but Proserpina requested them in her soft way,‘Could I have a minute with him?’The men left, Schwartz, looking worried as he gently touched her arm while leaving.‘What?’ barked Lucien, the lover of the previous day a stranger.Proserpina had seen him for too l
ProserpinaIt was only around seven in the evening.Lucien had called to say that he might be late. But he would bring Schwartz along for dinner, he had added. That was hardly a surprise. James Schwartz practically lived in our house, not that I minded. We had a room for him on the first floor that was always aired and ready for him to stay. Claude adored him and listened to him, sitting for hours, perched on his knee while Schwartz made goofy faces and entertained the kids.Rachel and her fiancée, Liam Ghiang had gone out to fetch some last-minute stuff. They were to be married in a day’s time and I was as excited as they were. Rachel had insisted that my children should be dressed up for the occasion and she had gone out to get beautiful clothes for them, for my littlest babies as well!As for me, I had decided to wear a dress that I had purchased a while ago, a pale lilac outfit that was simple and elegant. Ria had looked at it disapprovingly but I had wrapped my arm around her wai
ProserpinaThe day of the wedding dawned. It was a crisp and cool morning.Lucien had left for the townhouse after a terse goodbye to Rachel. He had never really cared for Rachel and I was not really surprised when he left. Not that I had not tried to make him attend the wedding that was scheduled for the evening.*DusakHe knew that it would take a long time to take his revenge on the man who had blinded him in one eye. But the hate in his mind festered and grew with each day. He kept the photographs of the Delano family in his room and he looked at them religiously, hate eating into him as he stared at them before he drifted off to sleep.His training had begun. Father Paval had set up meetings with many of Dmitri Rudenko’s former associates who had at first hesitantly, and later, openly come out to join hands with the wicked monk. They were prepared to help Dusak learn the ropes but on many occasions, Paval had had to step in to ensure that Dusak’s obnoxious behaviour did not put
ProserpinaWhen I came awake in the morning, I realized that Lucien had not come up to bed. Puzzled, I went looking for him but the study was deserted. Frowning, I went to the kitchen and found Beston sitting at the table, sharing a cup of tea with Camille. She leapt up to her feet, pink-cheeked but Beston rose to his height in a more leisurely fashion.‘Ma’am.’ he murmured in greeting.I came straight to the point.‘Tony,’ I said, “where is my husband?’He looked back at me, perplexed. ’The boss left for the townhouse last night.’ he said, and I quickly turned away to hide my confusion.‘Oh yes, I remember now,’ I said lamely but I caught Beatrice's anxious eyes as she watched me. I left the room, unsure whether to be angry or just surprised.Why had he left last night? Surely some urgent work had not come up at midnight?I tried to call him but he did not answer the phone. To my surprise, I found that Schwartz had also left.When he strode in towards mid-morning, he looked hassled.
ProserpinaWhen I went upstairs to change, I found, in some surprise, that my dress had been replaced. The simple lilac suit I had decided to wear was nowhere to be found.In its place was a pink floral print tie-strap tiered maxi dress in textured woven chiffon, with a colourful floral print throughout. When I wore it, for there was no time to go searching for a replacement, I discovered that the dress had tying shoulder straps, a straight neckline, and a princess-seamed bodice with smocking at the back. It looked exquisite, and I caught my breath. It was simple and elegant and a dream to wear, clinging to my body, showing off the tops of my breasts with the deep neckline. The full maxi skirt was accented with tiers that gave it a rich effect. The back was deep, and I blushed as I realised that I cut a seductive figure. Sighing, I sank to the dressing stool and noticed the blush satin ankle strap heels, which matched my outfit.Rachel! I thought with a smile. She must have done thi