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It was Proserpina who remembered that Cole and Britney had not joined them. Scrambling off Lucien’s lap , evading his restraining arms, she turned to him and said softly, her expression grave,‘No, Lucien. They… Cole and Britney…they need to join us too for dinner …’Her face was serious, eyes pleading.Lucien grunted and nodded to Philippe who was hovering near the door, watching, waiting for his Boss’ orders.*Proserpina seemed undecided but she turned to the door even as Tara let out a squeal of joy.‘Look, Mumma, Lisa is here!’Proserpina stopped, dimpling in happiness as Melissa Lord entered, wearing a denim green ruched high-low midi dress! The stretchy jersey knit fabric formed a crew neckline and short sleeves with rolled sewn cuffs added to the classy effect A blousy, wide-cut bodice atop an elasticized banded waist continued to a figure-hugging skirt with two drawstrings that created a flirty ruched effect before ending at a high-low hem. She looked as stylish as ever and h

The party broke up around two in the morning. Tristan Lord was one of the first to leave, leading his sons out while Melissa carried little Lynne Ann who was fast asleep.The others were all spending the night in the huge mansion with the notable exception of Britney. The woman was half carried, half helped to a car and Lucien gave terse instructions that she should be deposited in the Townhouse. Philippe nodded as he drove away with a man in tow. He glanced back at the house where he knew Ria was observing him.Damn, but she had looked adorable, enticing, in that little dress and he had felt more turned on than ever as he looked at her, knowing she was unattainable.*Ria watched them go. She had already decided what she was going to do the next day. Firming her lips, she moved from the window where she had been watching Philippe drive away with that drunk creature in the back seat, her lips twisting in disgust as she thought of Britney.All the children would be staying on for a few

Abruptly Cole raised his head and looked into the furious face of the man who had fathered, Lucien Delano who loomed in the doorway, his face a savage grimace. Proserpina pushed him away and stepped away, scrubbing her mouth with her fist, her eyes wild with conflicting emotions.Cole grinned, a malevolent chuckle as he stepped back. Proserpina’s eyes misted with tears as she turned and ran out, stifling a sob. She moved past her husband and was out in the hall and running even as Lucien turned to look at Cole, his eyes narrow slits of rage.LucienHe faced the young man before him, his fists clenching and unclenching as he tried to control his rage. Cole grinned, sure that his father would believe him.‘C’mon, Dad. She was turning on every man in the room, jiggling those big tits…’He got no further.Lucien crossed the room in two strides and reached out to grab the younger man’s shirt collar in one large fist. Then, before Cole could even comprehend what was happening, he had swung

LucienProserpina had come awake at dawn again and rushed to the bathroom. He came awake at once and hearing her retching violently, he rose, following her to the bathroom. She stood, swaying and then leaning against the wall, ashen-faced, purple bruises under her eyes. Without a word, he helped her wash and brush her teeth for she insisted and then he helped her back to bed. Standing over her, his face tight with concern, he watched as she sipped a cup of weak tea that Beatrice brought up immediately at his summons. She had also slipped in a sedative, again on Lucien’s instructions.Proserpina fell asleep soon after in his arms, holding his muscular arms to her chest. He had felt his manhood swell and knew he wanted to take her but not like this, not when she was so vulnerable and exhausted, mentally and physically after her ordeal. After a lot of agonising moments, he had made do with wedging his hard shaft between the cheeks of her rounded a*s. She had murmured in slight protest bu

RiaShe wandered downstairs after a fitful sleep, rubbing her eyes and yawning as she entered the kitchen, expecting to see her mother, bustling about.To her astonishment, it was a grim-faced Camille and Beatrice who sat at the well-scrubbed, spotlessly clean kitchen table, sipping coffee. Beatrice looked as though she had been weeping and Ria rushed forward in alarm, hurrying to wrap her arms around the old woman’s shoulders. That was when she became aware of Philippe Diaz lounging in the doorway, a mug of steaming coffee in his large hands. She felt the flush rise up in her cheeks. She was in her short shorts and her T-shirt, a well-worn one and her golden hair was in an untidy braid, over a shoulder.But he helped her out; Philippe turned to place the mug on the counter and with a nod at her and a ‘See you later, Bea,’ he strolled out into the hallway, heading to her father’s study.She felt ridiculously bereft and tried not to look after his disappearing back. But then, she remem