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
Two years ago ‘Hey kid,’ said the voice from the other side of the hostel room, in the usual mocking tone that I had come to dread. I sighed as I turned to look at my roommate, Marianne Weston. A blonde with a figure like a model’s, tall and slim, who hated me for no reason that I could fathom. Except perhaps that I was so different from her—I came from a small town and was not wealthy, perhaps? As always, she was lounging on her bed, looking like a million dollars, a cigarette dangling from her perfectly manicured hand. * Right, let me introduce myself: I’m Proserpina Martinez, from a small town named Annabel’s Run, and I had to literally scrape through to earn my scholarship to get into one of the best universities in the neighbouring big city of Charlesville. My roommate’s parents were rich, and that would be an understatement. They fawned on their beautiful, spoilt daughter, lavishing her with presents that were ridiculously expensive, which she discarded as easily as used
The inside was a total surprise.The walls were draped with lengths of cloth, deep red and black and I felt a twinge of unease. From the distance, for we were in a dimly lit corridor, I could hear the sound of music, muted but definitely loud, and I trotted along the dimly lit corridor, behind the girl who had brought me here, although she was barely acknowledging me now. We passed a few men well dressed and sophisticated-looking, who glanced at me disdainfully, as though I was trash. I felt their eyes linger on my breasts and jogged forward quickly. Marianne was waiting impatiently at a door and she flung me a cool look as she entered, pushing past the bouncers who stood guard. Instantly, we were assailed by music, the smell of sweat and smoke, the fragrance of assorted perfumes and alcohol, and the sounds of…fists on flesh? I almost drew back in horror. But my companion, devious as she was, must have sensed my fear. She turned and gripped my wrist, her nails digging in as she hi
We entered a small cage like an elevator hidden by heavy red drapes that whisked us upstairs. All the while the man kept me imprisoned, his large hand trapping my arm painfully behind my back and I breathed shakily. I glanced fearfully at the man and his companions, with their blank faces, who were behaving as though it was normal for their boss to whisk a girl into an elevator and drag her to some unknown destination. Suddenly, we were upstairs and I blinked, completely disoriented by the change of scene. The entire corridor we had emerged into, was carpeted richly, in dull browns and maroon, the wood-panelled walls giving it a classy finish. Doors led off from the corridor but every wooden door was shut. The silence was also a sophisticated one, I thought hysterically as he dragged me along. It was entirely different from the raw, almost violent atmosphere of the large fighting club we had just left. The sights, the smells of that virile, primitive place were preferable to this co
Aunt Beth had always said that I was bad at telling lies. The man moved closer and I saw that his nose had been broken at some point in time and had healed but not too well. It gave him a frightening look, the thin, well-defined lips that were set in a firm line, those grey eyes that looked as though he could see into my soul. The scarred and pitted face. Ugly but commanding. His presence was unsettling; I wanted to keep my distance but like a moth, I felt drawn to him. Breathing shakily, I stepped back again and came up against the wall as he prowled closer, crowding me in. he was not very tall, but definitely bigger than me. But it was the breadth of his shoulders, the way he was built like a bull, that made me hold my breath. He smiled, a sinister, humourless twist of that beautiful mouth. And then he slammed his hands, palms first, on the wall beside my face and I jumped as I gasped, turning away, squeezing my eyes shut. His breath, whiskey-laden and hot, was on my face as he