ProserpinaIt was a long time before I found the strength to open my eyes slowly, feeling drained and listless.The sound of someone moving around in the room forced me to come awake and I groaned, as I came awake, slowly, unwillingly.My body ached and it took me a while to recognize where I was.The terrifying room with the threatening-looking implements, the rich red drapes, an ominous atmosphere all around where I had been raped by the man who had declared publicly that I was the mother of his children and his future wife.Sitting up slowly, I looked at my poor body. The full breasts with bite marks from Lucien’s aggressiveness; my womanhood felt tender and sore, for it ached and the muscles in my a*se were tender. I winced and cried out softly as I moved and swung my legs off the bed slowly.Slipping off the bed, I made to stand but my legs felt as though they would give way beneath me. Clutching the sides of the large four-poster bed we had spent the night in, I sat back down he

LucienHe had been told very often about his almost insatiable libido.What else can you expect from the son of a slutty whore, he had laughed, disparagingly.

The drive back home had been swift. The news that Dmitri Rudenko was back had put him on high alert.***He wanted to be back in his familiar territory. Rubbing his thigh reflectively where the bullet had lodged itself and caused him to limp, Lucien frowned. He had a hunch that Dmitri Rudenko would never leave him alone till he had exacted revenge; Lucien had taken down the man's empire ruthlessly, killing his close confidantes and ending what was a rival to his own arms empire.They had had a long-standing feud running for years, ever since Lucien, Shark, and Schwartz had entered the world of gunrunning. Dmitri Rudenko, an East European warlord, had been running the show till then.At first, the man retaliated by attacking the men who were supplying them with the arms and ammunition, trying to intimidate their buyers, petty things like that. Later, things had gotten serious. A bomb went off, killing Schwartz’s wife and young son, who had been in the car. Schwartz had been delayed tha

ProserpinaFollowing Lucien's shift to the townhouse, we continued our routine. It was alright, but Jeannie made me think of something else altogether.On one of our frequent video calls, she chatted as I moved about the kitchen, preparing dinner. That night, it was pasta. The kids rushed in and out, playing, shouting, and screaming. Out of the blue, she said,"Hey kid, don't you want to do something other than potter around in the kitchen and bring up your kids?'I looked up, frowning."Like what?' I said it blankly.She snorted in disgust."Study, you moron!' she said derisively.'You were always so gung ho about that!' and then she added in a different tone, "Until that gangster took over your life.'I turned away, ostensibly to keep the bowl on the counter. But I wanted to hide the bitterness that would be exposed on my face.Jeannie knew me too well not to understand my feelings.Turning, I pinned a bright smile on my face and said breezily,'Nah. That's done with.'I got her talk

Proserpina Without another thought, I threw down my hairbrush and raced after her, the maids goggling at me before following at a more sedate pace. They were used to our rather rambunctious games and took it to be another such boisterous round of catch. They had no clue how desperate I was. Little Piers charged behind me, shouting, frantically, 'Mumma! Catch Ria! Piers want pink egg!!!' I was dimly aware of the startled security men who could not believe that we were racing along the corridors, whooping and screaming despite the strict injunctions of his Highness, Lucien Delano, I thought hysterically. It was only when I saw Ria heading for the staircase that I felt a deep sense of panic. Of the inevitable, that was about to happen. "No! I wailed, running as fast as my legs could carry me along the carpeted corridor. 'NO ! Ria! Not downstairs! You can't go there!" Even as she grinned and turned to stick out her tongue at Piers as she hurried down the stairs, her little