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 MoreProserpinaWhen she came awake, the sound of her husband growling in a low voice over the phone was what she heard. Reaching out a hand, she found the space beside her was empty but the warmth signified that he had just risen.Slowly, groggily, she lowered her feet to the ground, her hand going to her rounded stomach protectively. She should really stop depending on Beatrice and her strange concoctions that helped her to de-stress. Surely it must be armful for the baby, she thought restively.She could make out Lucien’s back. He was standing , his back to her, staring out at the wintry sunlight in the garden outside. As he was dressed, she guessed that he had been up and awake for a while now.She only had a vague memory of his getting to bed beside her, holding her to his large body, his face in her hair . When had he returned? She had no idea. But he had refrained from disturbing her. Soundlessly, she tiptoed to the bathroom.When she returned after showering, he was still in the sa
LucienThe Mafia Don strode into the hospital, his face set and cold. His men flanked him, trotting along to keep pace. The Boss was furious and they knew that heads would roll before the night was out. The senior doctors were there, looking white-faced, unhappy and frightened. When Lucien St Claire scowled, they fell over themselves to keep him happy. And now, he was like a raging bull.‘The f*ck did the woman get inside?’ he roared and the chief doctor quailed before him. Claude was in the hospital. He had required around thirteen stitches. Lucien had visited his son, a perfunctory visit but Claude had been sedated as well and had not been aware of his father standing over him, dark face brooding as he looked down at his son.Savagely, he rounded on the doctor again and the man trembled as he said,“She… she… managed to get into the nursing bay. Must have donned a uniform.’ he looked at the ground as he spoke fumbling for words to explain his incompetence, too scared to meet the Don
Maja watched them out of the corner of her eyes; the man had gripped her small wrist and drew her to his body, saying something in a low undertone that made Proserpina blush prettily as she tucked her hair behind her ear. She sank down onto a chair that one of the men had drawn up for her and Maja saw how Proserpina turned to give the man a smile of gratitude.Even as all the people gathered around the huge table were eating and Maja was tucking into the delicious repast, the security men, omnipresent as they were, stepped to Lucien Delano. A look of panic went over Proserpina’s face and her husband reached out to hold her hand as he took up the phone that one of his men had brought him. His hard grey eyes immediately locked with those of James Schwartz, who had also stopped eating.With an oath, Lucien Delano rose to his feet, wiping his lips and flinging the napkin down,, all in one movement. Schwartz had also risen to his feet as did Proserpina, a look of bewilderment and fear on h
It was the expression in the woman’s eyes and the total silence in the room that alerted Claude Delano.The young man moved with the swiftness of the boxer he was and was across the room even as the woman turned and lunged at him, a deadly-looking knife in her hand. She swung her arm and caught him in the shoulder, for he was encumbered with the sling on his right arm but he still struck out, his left fist connecting with her chin and then, to his shock, the woman sprang across the room, brandishing her knife, her eyes flashing with rage and hate as he spun around. She raised her hand and made to fling something at the motionless frame of his brother who lay, forlorn and unaware of the commotion between them. Claude leapt forward and kicked out , his booted foot connecting with the woman’s wrist, catching her unawares and she let out a muffled oath as she spun away again.She was quick, he thought in some amazement, for someone who looked overweight she moved swiftly, precisely.He wa
Maja Nord had made a sincere effort to dress up for the occasion. She had rifled through her meagre wardrobe and finally pulled out a dress that had been with her for years now, a dress she had bought impulsively when she was still trying to make her ex-husband Tommas feel some desire for her, shortly after Madeline was born.The fire engine red, incredibly comfy outfit as the saleswoman had gushed when she bought it suddenly seemed too dressy and she felt herself stiffen as she felt Schwartz’s eyes trail over her clothes slowly. The man was as always dressed in his casual yet classy way and she wanted nothing more than to dart back inside and change into something like her old jeans and faded T-shirt.She had worn this outfit just the once but Tommaso, who had undoubtedly appreciated the exotic fashion had already been losing interest in her and she had stored it away broken heartedly for he had walked out that very night after her attempts at seducing him had fallen flat.*This eve
The nurse moved confidently. She had the air of someone who knew her business and the guards glanced at her idly as she made her way to the door with the assurance of a person who was used to doing this every day. The tray of syringes and tubes she was holding in her hands made her look like part of the furniture and the guard at the door gave a stiff nod when she gave him a bright smile. The woman was wearing the standard white uniform and he along with his mate, merely looked away as the middle-aged, broad woman met their eyes and smiled. With her greying hair and her large protruding teeth, she was not exactly pretty although there was a flirtatious gleam in her eyes.They did not ask themselves why they had never seen the woman before during their shifts; it was night and almost time for the next two guards to come and take over. Assuming that she was one of the nurses who took the day shifts, they stood, waiting for their relievers to arrive at midnight.*Father Paval had been l
ProserpinaShe blinked and then slowly proceeded to obey him. The slight of her swollen belly should have made him stop but the knowledge that he was responsible for the state she was in, He was the one who had sole control over the delectable body before him, only made him groan in desire.He was a pervert, a dirty old man, as she described him when she teased him, but he could not care.Proserpina was like a drug and he needed to have her regularly, under him, naked and helpless as he sank his hard shaft into the wetness between her thighs, riding her hard.*Demurely, she stood, before him, subdued now, clad in her just lacy underwear. Her large breasts, full and thrusting, spilt out of the bikini-like bra and through the lace of her panties, he could make out the soft dark curls, the thatch of curls at the junction of her thighs that tantalised him.“Give me that, little sl*t,’ he commanded and she took off her bra with shaking hands.He could smell her arousal and he tugged her t
ProserpinaShe was feeling exhausted and the heaviness in her abdomen meant that her body was craving a few hours of rest, with feet up on a bed or something. But it was not to be now, she knew . Sighing, she acknowledged silently that she needed to help smoothen things out.*Once Ria was back and safely ensconced in the Delano mansion, the Boss had left to get on with his work. It was now almost dinner time.Proserpina had been working too; taking calls from the far east, where the Buddhist Centres were now flourishing, gradually but firmly. She was proud of her achievement in a quiet way; doing something she enjoyed always made her feel good. The fluttering of her stomach made her smile. Her child obviously agreed with her.Next on the list had been, of course, the task of updating her blog. There had been several queries on her food bags and responding to some took a long while. Luckily, her assistant, Thadana, was there to take care of most of the typing since she found it increa
LucienThe Mafia Don looked sternly at his daughter as he repeated his words. He was alone with his daughter in the large study and he had just told her something that had made her see red.She was not to attend university this semester. It was too dangerous.The late afternoon sunlight flooded the room, bathing it in warm tones of brown. Outside the large floor to ceiling windows, the trees at the edge of the lawns were adorned in the colours of winter, reds and yellows and browns. The majestic onslaught of winter was near. But the people in the room were oblivious to the beauty of the landscape around the mansion. Like the guards patrolling the grounds, armed and ready for any eventuality, they were hell-bent on what they were doing; a fiery discussion, in this case.Lucien Delano sat behind his large , polished desk which was as always, uncluttered and tidy. The Boss was notoriously neat to a fault. His silver head was gleaming and as always, when he was working, the dove-grey shir
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