I stared at him, wide-eyed, aware of the heat from his body, rolling off in waves. Awareness swept through me, my stomach clenched and wetness flooded my core as I felt his nearness; and I sighed. He gripped a handful of my hair with an oath and brought his mouth down on mine, his hard lips slanting as they claimed my mouth. His heavy, strong body forced me against the wall and I trembled with need and fear… I was rigid for a while, unable to understand what was happening. My body begged me to hold his shoulders, to stroke him, to let go. But my almost Puritanical upbringing made me stay stiff and resistant. Till he sank his teeth into my lower lip and I opened my mouth in a gasp. * When the cynical, jaded Mafia Don Lucien Delano, meets eighteen-year-old, Proserpina Martinez, she falls in love with him without realizing that she is just a plaything for him. By the time she comprehends the reality, it is too late. Pregnant and alone the spirited young woman does something that takes the Don by surprise. She runs away. What happens next? Read it to find out how the stormy, passionate lovers battle their emotions and themselves. *
View MoreThat same night.PaddySomewhere beyond the Delano estate, in the woods that surrounded the mansion, a small group of men was hunting around the body of the youth, who lay unconscious and bleeding.Finally, one of them let out a shout.“Over here! he called just as the leader, a grim-faced man with a flat face, hissed,“Softly, you fool. ‘ and he grumbled under his breath,“We don’t want those trigger-happy guards of Delano to discover us.’The man who had shouted out in excitement had quietened down but he continued to shine his torch on an object on the forest floor which was covered in dry leaves and shrubs.It was the backpack they had been ordered to find and bring back.*the men silently picked it up and after making sure that the contents of the backpack were intact, they swiftly boarded the vehicles they had come in and disappeared into the night, as silently as they had come.One of them hesitated, his eyes on the prone, still figure on the ground.“What about him, Afzal?’,
Ria. Earlier that day.She marched up to the door of the townhouse, Philippe beside her and a few of the men around them. The door opened slowly and a hatchet-faced woman stood there, an unpleasant expression on her hard face. Ria looked at Philippe in astonishment.Who was this? was her wordless question.He nodded slightly , an “I will handle this” kind of look on his scarred, handsome face and he stepped forward.The woman seemed to recognise him, her pupils dilating in fear.Ria stepped forward and Philippe pushed the door open, despite the woman trying to resist him. “Who is that?’ Ria hissed as they moved down the corridor.‘Britney brought her here,’ Philippe replied tersely.The woman gave pursuit, trying to stop them. She reached forward and clawed at Ria’s arm, her nails like talons.’You cannot go in there. THIS is a private house,’ she huffed.Ria had had enough. She shoved the woman so roughly, the old woman almost fell down.’Look, this is MY Pappa’s house.’ she snapped
ProserpinaI rose to my feet shakily, with Lucien gripping my arms to support me, holding me to his sweat-dampened chest. I smiled up at him, licking my lips lasciviously and dimpled widely as I saw the lust in his glazed grey eyes which narrowed dangerously. My lips, I knew, were plump and swollen from my frantic sucking of his large member, but I wanted to tease him further and I received the response I was looking for. Holding me to him, he lowered his head.“Witch,’ he grunted hoarsely,’ If you do not behave yourself, I swear I shall f*ck you again.’I laughed openly and he pushed me against the wall, holding me there as he kissed me again.“Ah, Woman,’ he breathed,” you make me the happiest man in the world… I can taste myself in your mouth...you f*cking give the beast ...”’’Hmmm…let me think, is it because I gave you a blow job?’ I grinned and he scowled.For all the filth and vulgar words he used during our frenzied coupling, he did not like it if I used any such words. I snug
ProserpinaLucien emerged from the elevator and I noted that despite the long day, he looked…Charged.A Sexually predatory aura hung about my lover.I trembled in immediate response, feeling the heat flood between my thighs in anticipation...He met my eyes and we stood for a while, just staring at each other. I felt my breath quicken at the expression in his eyes. The hunger, the heat.it had been a long while since I had slept with him in the true sense of the word and after this morning at the clinic, I felt eager to touch him, this lover of mine, to feel his rough lovemaking on my pliant, welcoming body.Lucien stepped forward, taking off his jacket as he walked, unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes on me. I stepped back. “Lucien,’ I whispered and he was beside me in a moment, his mouth slanting on mine, tongue probing. Wildly. Taking charge.I let my hands move up his shoulders into his hair as he pressed my body to the wall forcing me to tilt my head as he held the nape of my neck,
LucienHe had not wanted to stay away from his woman and had hurried home after Schwartz had agreed to stay for a couple of hours more. His friend had given Lucien a lopsided grin and an old-fashioned look as Lucien had strode out of the house, wanting only to be back with his wife, to hold her, yes, to make love to her soft, willing body…*ProserpinaI had checked on Tara. Her fever had subsided but she was sleepy. She had clung to my hand and I had sat with her, stroking her forehead for a while as she slept. But a question she asked had left me puzzled.“Where is Pappa? ‘And then, softly, almost under her breath,“I need to tell him that I am sorry…’ I kissed her soft cheeks, damp with sweat and said softly,“Sorry for what, darling?” She blinked and looked into my eyes, her own filling with tears.“For doubting him…” I opened my mouth to ask her what she meant although I was used to Tara’s theatrics.She had a flair for drama that tended to leave her family wary of her extreme em
Paddy7 pmPaddy was in the city and preparing to leave. He had found something big and he was following it up in every way he could, using his various contacts from among the other white-hat hackers who he kept in touch with. The vigilante groups he had contacted had sent out messages to other similar groups. He was aware of the danger he was getting into; there was always the fear that he could be monitored by the Dark Net inhabitants but he was undeterred.Cole Brandt and his peculiar behaviour, along with the timing of his appearance in the happy world of the Delano family, had set off alarm bells in the young autistic man’s mind.Most importantly, he would not stand back and watch his beloved Mumma be ill-treated.*Something about the timing of Cole’s appearance had seemed off. Besides, he had been aware that Mumma had been receiving some weird messages on her blog. She had mentioned it to Melissa Lord and he had overheard her and noticed the pain in her voice. Surreptitiously,
Maja NordShe often wondered if she would have married Tommaso De Luca if they had been alive. She shuddered—probably not. The man had ruined her life.And how!Maja chewed her lip grimly.He had turnd out to be a low life slim ball.And then she wryly smiled as she looked at the young people sleeping haphazardly, sprawled ungainly on the seats beside her.Well, not exactly. She had two amazing kids in her life because of that rotter.Madelyn Burns, her eleven-year-old daughter, was the one who was constantly questioning all the norms around her, eager to know more, challenging, and inquisitive to a fault. She sighed as she glanced over at her son, the fifteen-year-old Magnus. Even in sleep, he had his headphones on, his perpetual petulant scowl having vanished from his face, making him look handsome, she thought sadly, her heart wrenching. The boy was lanky and slim, and like his sister, both of them had inherited their father’s coloring. Sleek black hair and the burning black eyes t
SchwartzHe smiled slightly as he read the message from Proserpina. So Lucien Delano had finally made it to a sonography!Schwartz shook his head sadly. The man clearly did not deserve Proserpina.As he looked up, Danielle entered the room. He grinned at her. She had grown thinner and her white hair was shorn close to her head in a severe haircut.She scowled as was her habit but she was glad to see him.“Goddamned circus. It’s a f*king night mare!’ she complained as she threw herself down onto one of the comfortable leather chairs in front of his desk. Schwartz grinned. Both of them knew that she was grumbling for the heck of it. She loved her job.‘Where’s Grace?’, he asked and Danielle’s face lightened. But she pretended to be as grumpy as ever.‘Coming this evening.’ she said but with a smile, Schwartz noted the pleasure on her face when she spoke of her partner.“Been too long,’ she went on, hiding her expression as she stared into the phone.’ She’s got a friend with her, some te
LucienHe was loathe to leave his Woman and get back to work but he had too much to do; with two new projects being launched in a week’s time and Claude’s big fight coming up, he knew he had to go to the Club. Schwartz was efficient alright but people jumped when Lucien Delano was on the premises. Handsome James was a lot more easy-going; he would be unable to wield the whip as decisively as the Boss.Now he watched as his wife entered the house, her wide hips swaying in that tantalising fashion that still made him go hard like an infatuated schoolboy. Damn, he thought, tearing his eyes off the curvaceous figure as she disappeared into the safety of the house after turning to give him a smile that promised so much and the car roared down the driveway. The Mafia Don studied his phones and was soon immersed in his work, frowning as he read the latest reports on Paval.*Claude was panting as he finished his practice in the ring under the watchful eye of his trainer, the very same man wh
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