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
HilaThe message from the Monk had fixed it.A couple of snaps, of Moshe, sitting, staring blankly into space while a hand rested on his shoulder, a hand with a syringe, had alarmed her sufficiently.Moving quickly, the assassin had gotten on the job, trying to find a weak link. For the Monk had been clear. Get into Lucien Delano’s newest Club.It was common knowledge that it was to be the grandest, the largest, and the most exotic of all his Clubs, even more, magnificent than the one in the city, his flagship Gentlemen’s Club, even more, flamboyant than the second one he was planning to open in a few months, away from the city, in another district.And since the Delano Mob was behind this, everyone knew that money would be thrown about with no hesitation. For the Mafia Don was one who believed in the Best.Rumours had it that oil-rich sheikhs, tycoons from across the world as well as politicians, cutting across political parties, all of them were vying to visit and stay at this place
Philippe stood, watching them, and Ria felt her face suffuse with color. It was growing warmer now, thankfully and although they were all wearing winter clothes, she had pulled down her hood, revealing her blonde head.She felt Philippe’s eyes on her and was immediately wrapped up in them; strands of his black hair had fallen across his forehead and she longed to reach out and smooth them. There was something so compassionate and caring, so powerful and strong about his restrained behavior. She knew that if anyone attempted to hurt her, to slight her, the Capo would be all over them.And yet, when he was talking to her, his voice was always soft and unflustered, indulgent as he growled, ’Ah, Princess.’She realized what it was; he saw HER, the girl she was, the young woman she had become. Possibly, because they had grown up together, for whatever reason, he was the one person who could see through her tantrums and her flirting. Because, he had seen her, really seen her.Not just as th
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