LucienWhen he finally made it home, the first light of dawn was staining the sky a pale, heavenly indigo, heralding the approach of the new day. But the Mafia Don, was unaware of the beauty of the world of nature unfolding around him; he sat in the back of his large black sedan as it glided noiselessly along the roads, with two cars ahead and two behind him as he rubbed his hand pensively across his jaw, scraping at the thick grey stubble.His Woman used to protest when he rubbed his unshaven jaw against her skin; ‘Like being rubbed by a prickly cactus,’ she would giggle and push him away. He enjoyed the sight of her pale skin reddening under his rough caress, he thought abstractedly.Piers had come to him along with the Capo, to discuss the news they had received. He had been in his Greenroom, having already been for a bout of boxing in the Ring at the new place, for practice. Lucien Delano was a master at practicing the ‘sweet science of bruising’.As he rubbed the bruise he had re
SchwartzHe stepped out of his car and smiled at the tall, slim woman with the midnight black hair who was standing in a deep blue suit before his gate. Her large cruiser was parked neatly at the side. The guards had not let her in.Simple.They would not do so until he was back and told them it was safe to allow anyone in, even a former lover.He grinned easily as he closed the distance between them and took her in his arms, inhaling the familiar woodsy smell of her hair. She smiled up at him, the wide mouth, those high cheekbones, he remembered so well… They kissed, a long kiss, a kiss between people who were not just friends but also lovers, who cared for each other. He was still smiling as they stepped apart.She smiled, a thin smile, for Aiyana Laughing Water was not a person given to effervescent smiles. ‘I missed you.’ She said and those words, that short phrase conveyed so much. He grinned back, favouring her with his rakish smile and nodded.‘Let’s get you inside.’ He said an
ProserpinaWhen Lucien threw open the passenger door of his large black SUV, one among his fleet of bullet proof vehicles, and which was standing, waiting for us at the door, I tried to turn to him. But he had forcefully thrust me in and slammed the door before I knew what was happening. And then, to my astonishment, he came around and slid into the driver’s seat himself.’Belt up wh*re,’ he snarled like a man at the end of his tether, and fearfully, I obeyed him and I shrank in the seat.I had never seen Lucien drive before; had never wondered if he knew how to handle one of these large machines. But then, he turned to me, the blue-grey eyes blazing and I hastily slipped on the seat belt, fingers fumbling. My fingers were suddenly slippery and with an oath, he leaned across and tightened the safety belt, and then, we were away, roaring down the driveway.I sat, rubbing my tender wrist which was already turning red, the imprints of his fingers deep in my skin.Blinking rapidly, I gaze
TaraShe sniffled and looked about her piteously. Her siblings had disappeared, as one, boycotting her again, she thought bitterly. She pushed the plate of almost untouched food away and immediately, Beatrice’s dark hand swooped down and snatched it away.“Silly girl!’ admonished the old woman and a sharp slap on her wrist for good measure, giving her a dark look before ambling away. Tara slid off the chair and raced to her room, tears streaming down her cheeks.‘They were all awful, every one of them was horrid!’ she thought as she threw herself down onto the bed and sobbed her heart out.It had not been her intention to make Pappa angry with Mumma but she had been bewildered. Pappa was older than Mumma, the kids at school said that too but he was Pappa and so handsome and powerful and Strong. How could Mumma say that he could not fight?And Mumma had not supported her.*Fresh tears leaked out from her lids and she gave into another bout of crying.‘She hated her family! ‘she though
LucienHe sat, watching her while his member hardened painfully.The F*CK!, he thought, as he watched her, her glossy hair in a dark sheath behind her, reaching her wide hips, the full breasts straining under the shirt which was beyond repair. He vaguely remembered that she had laughed as she cuddled up to him, before the birth of their youngest son, showing him the shirt and telling him how their younger sons had bought it for her. He had been stroking her breast absently, a hand pillowing his head as he listened to her, enjoying a private moment with her, without the entire brood of children he had fathered surrounding his Woman.And he had enjoyed her pleasure as she displayed the apples of all things, on the pink maternity shirt.But all those thoughts flew out of his mind as he watched, unable to take his eyes off her luscious body. He had not had her under him for too long; now he was like a bull in heat and he knew that they would not be leaving the room for some time now. Not
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
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