Lucien
When he came awake, he was alone in the sprawling townhouse penthouse bedroom, the luxurious master suite. It must be around four in the afternoon, he thought, rubbing his gritty eyes. After a rough night here at the Townhouse, he had gone across to the Delano mansion to inform his family of the decision to bring his son, Cole, to the of for a round of introductions. Only, things had soured and he had left immediately, returning to the townhouse and drinking himself house into a stupor, sick with guilt and the look on his lovely Woman’s face.
His man, Gustav, was moving around softly but he felt relieved to see that he had managed to get rid of Britney who had seemed to think that he had come to the townhouse last evening to be with her.
No amount of persuasion seemed to convince the woman that he had no interest in her body anymore; that what they had shared if it could be called so, was dead. He had used her body at one time on a regular basis; he had never had feelings for her. She and her sister had just been willing bodies to pleasure him. They had served their purpose. But that was it.
*
Proserpina had changed all that.
With her dimpled smile and lush body that he lusted after endlessly, her generous spirit and kind, loving nature, he had come to understand what love and respect meant. His submissive, his Woman.
He loved his woman, he thought, scraping a large hand over his cheeks which were thick with stubble. Groaning, he thought of his children and their reaction. He buried his head in his hands as he went over the disastrous encounter with his wife and children the previous evening. They adored their mother and were not going to be able to accept a new sibling. Not without a fight, at the very least. Piers’s outburst had proved that alright, he thought grimly.
*
His thoughts wandered back to Britney and her dreadful antics of the previous night as she had tried to make him f*ck her. She had gone down on him when he was lying, drunk and alone on the large bed, half asleep, naked as he usually slept. When he became aware of her slobbering mouth on his member, he had come awake with a roar and he had pushed her away, disgusted. Her hot mouth, greedy and experienced, made him sick.
But the woman had been persistent.
Slyly, she had eyes his half-erect c*ck and said in what she imagined to be a sexy purr,
“I got you excited for me, baby. Now let me relieve you.’
Finally, at a little, after 3 am, he had got his men to kick her out of his room. He had been furious as he threw her out, watching coldly as she was dragged out naked, spewing a string of coarse expletives. She had sat outside his door, wailing and shouting till his men had picked her up and locked her in a room on his instructions.
Lucien made his way to the gym in the basement and practised a few rounds of boxing, letting out his frustration as best as he could.
He should never have let the drunk horny wh*re back into his life, he cursed as he stood and punched the bag fiercely, watched by his men. But what else could he have done? Having grown up on the streets, he felt guilty when he heard of Cole and immediately decided to get his son to his place. What he had not counted on was that Cole’s aunt , who had been his former f*ck toy would insist on tagging along and attempt to wedge herself back into his life.
*
He recalled the pain, the shock on Proserpina’s face when she had turned up unannounced at the Townhouse and had seen what she must have imagined to be a cosy scene, Britney, Cole and he. Knowing that he was actually going to be hurting her had stopped him from telling her previously. When he had returned from the magnificent holiday in Portugal, where he had spent every waking hour f*cking the sh*t out of his beautiful, desirable wife, he had been confronted by the news.
*
Once during the holiday, he had seen some tourists ogling her as they walked, hand in hand along the beach. Later, seeing the appreciative glances coming their way from a group of local men, he had been furious. Gripping her neck in front of the startled audience, he kissed her thoroughly, his hands moving to her waist and pinning her to his hard length. His tongue had duelled with hers and she had sagged against him limply, her full heavy breasts thrusting into his chest, mutely begging him to take her.
But he had lifted his head, breathing heavily, his hard erection pressing into her. Taking her small hand, he had placed it on his member, a crude gesture declaring that she belonged to him.
Then, as she gazed at him, her eyes still glazed with passion, he had sent a look, a deadly look at the men who had immediately melted away. Lucien had taken his woman to the room and proceeded to make fierce love to her on the balcony, heedless of whether anyone could see them or not. The knowledge that she was too far gone in her desire to have him inside her, to protest, fuelled his need and he slammed into her as she gripped the balcony rail and moaned softly. Yes, he had wanted everyone, the entire world to know that she belonged to Him, this was His Woman he was f*cking so wantonly.
And on his return, the devastating news confronted him.
*
A call from Britney had followed the mail from a law firm and he knew that he had to do something to salvage the situation. His son, Cole was going to take him to court if Lucien did not recognise him as his son.
In a weak moment, like a fool, he had asked Cole to come and meet him along with Britney. The DNA results had proved a match and that had been the last straw. He could not run away from the inevitable.
Only, his decision had opened a Pandora’s box.
*
Standing under the shower, letting the hot jets of water relieve his painful muscles, he thought again of the ugly situation that had played out last night. And all the while as Britney had been screaming filthy abuses at him, Cole had been lurking in the shadows, smirking in a sinister manner.
His son.
Lucien sighed and raked his hands through his thick grey hair. The boy was anything but like any of his other children.
True, Claude had a rough side to him; Lucien knew that they called Claude the Devil and other such names. But this youth, who was around his age too, was sinister and sly. Claude was brash but honest. Cole was the kind of person who liked sneaking around; trying to wheedle his way into Lucien’s life and the Boss was unpleasantly aware of it. He had already demanded a new car for himself and countless other expensive gifts. It was not the giving of the gifts that bothered Lucien; he simply kept thinking of his seven children who had never asked for anything exorbitantly expensive; his Woman had always kept them firmly grounded…
He was also displeased with the arrogant way the young man, Cole, behaved towards the staff at the Townhouse, treating them like dirt. In all his years, Lucien had never seen his children, all seven of them, misbehave with the staff; on the contrary, the maids and everyone serving at the palatial mansion, were made to feel like family. But that was Proserpina’s doing, with her warm smile that included everyone in her affection, she had had all the people working there eating out of her hand in no time. That included the gruff Antony Beston. But Cole, who had only been here for a week, abused the maids and helpers and Lucien had had to admonish him sharply on more than one occasion.
He could only think that these were the traits the boy had inherited from his mother. Lucien swore and stood up. He glanced at the floor; a couple of empty bottles rolled on the carpet and he knew that he had been drinking himself into a stupor. He missed his Woman, missed her warm, soft body and the things he used to do to her.
Just the thought of her plaint, submissive body made him erect and he grunted, swearing. The sweet scent of her body as he took her, the taste of her sweet pussy as he sucked and licked her cl*t, her helplessness as she lay beneath him, all the memories made him groan in agony and he took his large shaft and fisted himself, unable to control his overwhelming sexual urge.
With a scowl, he rose and padded naked to the dressing room and entered the walk-in closet. He had a long day ahead. He was planning to return to the mansion in the evening and introduce his son formally to the rest of his family.
Better to get it over and done with.
*