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
Sophie She had heard Schwartz telling Proserpina that he was leaving.That he would be going to Uzbekistan.Her heart sank. When would he be back?***Although he treated her in a friendly manner, he was distant and remained aloof, never having referred to the kiss they had shared at the Club that night. In fact, apart from sharing a common joke or smiling at her when he saw her, he seemed totally uninterested in her.***Sophie rubbed her eyes tiredly. She had tossed and turned all night, overwhelmed by guilt after speaking to Proserpina. it had been a crass comment and the only excuse she could give for her behaviour was that she had been half asleep.Beatrice’s comment in the morning had not made matters better. The old woman had pointedly made her feel unwelcome when she had entered the kitchen in the morning. She was devoted to Proserpina.'Some folks do not know how to be kind, Amy.' she had told the startled maid who had been setting the table.'I mean, who would deliberately m
ProserpinaI sat at my desk, busy with my work. I had been reviewing the work done by my team in Japan and was finding it difficult to concentrate. In fact, I had had to go over the mails and the attachments twice before I could make sense of what I was reading.The only news that made me feel thoroughly happy was in the short mail my friend, the Professor had sent me. Dear child, he had written in his affectionate way, I have a surprise for you. A gentleman you knew when you were in Bhutan, is in the US and will be delivering a series of lectures in and around New York. He will be speaking at the Duke’s Hall this week and wants to come and meet you. The name of the gentleman as the Professor so quaintly put it was Brian.Brian Gaulle.The Frenchman who had loved me years ago, during my stay in Bhutan. He had adored me in a gentle fashion, never touching me but his eyes had spoken words. He had proposed to me, urging me to marry him. I had held back…***Pensively, I leant back in my
Lucien He was half-amused by his daughter’s elaborate story. He knew she had wanted to see him. Ria was a mastermind at fabricating stories, and he knew for a fact that his youngest son, who was not yet a year old, was under the weather. He might not have spoken to his wife, but he was keeping himself posted on everything that was happening there, right down to the behavior of Sophia.Beatrice and Beston were his eyes and ears, and they reported back to him four times a day.It annoyed him that the woman he had asked to be a companion for his wife was behaving in such a manner. From what he had gathered, she was of no help to Proserpina.***He scowled.He had wanted to make sure that Proserpina had another young woman to talk to when she was away. She was carrying their fourth child, and he wanted her to be happy.Beatrice had told him about Sophie and her sulky manner.Damn Schwartz, he thought angrily. The man and his soft heart! He had made a mistake in judging the woman.***So w
Lucien He gulped down the rest of his drink. Now he knew that the stakes had been irreversibly raised.There was no going back. He had gambled heavily by bringing in that woman, Catalina.Dmitri had risen to the bait.Somehow, Lucien had a gut feeling that it was coming to an end. Only one of them would be alive after this.He would have to make sure he was the one left standing.***He had a few more details to take care of before he flew to join his family.He strode to the window and stood, staring down at the well-kept lawns of the club. In the distance, he could make out the skyline of the city of Hollowford.Where are you hiding, Dmitri? he asked himself as he drank again.His fists clenched in the pocket of his immaculate trousers.***Proserpina When Lucien sent a message informing me that he would be arriving later that afternoon, I was in a flutter.Like a young woman waiting for her lover, I thought ruefully, as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Inspite of his stran