Lucien
The silence that followed her announcement would have been comical but for the tension emanating from her husband, who gripped her, his hard hands tightening around her upper arms till she let out an involuntary whimper.
‘Woman?’ he growled thickly, his voice urgent and pleading, disbelief etched on the craggy features,
“You joking?’
She shook her head, her curls tumbling around her face as she half laughed and half cried before burying her face in his chest, as she whispered,
“Lucien, I wanted to tell you…but… I was scared…I am so sorry.’
A brief pause and then, he roared and shook her,
“The FU*K are you saying, woman?’ he bellowed fiercely and she looked at him, her brown eyes wide in alarm, as he thundered and clasped her to him as though he would never let her go,
“DON’T YOU EVER SAY YOU ARE SORRY ABOUT CARRYING A CHILD OF MINE! DAMN IT!”
Then he was bending his head and plundering her mouth, kissing her till she pushed at his chest, breathless, laughing, the tears rolling down her cheeks now.
Schwartz’s drawl broke into Lucien’s lust-filled brain as he called,
‘Mate, you are going to knock the wee yin senseless with your overbearing charm.’
He raised his head and grinned at his friend, a wolfish, triumphant grin and then he turned to his children who were standing, mouths open in shock. They were only beginning to register their mother’s announcement.
*
Claude was the first to react. With a loud whoop, he rushed to his mother and picked her up effortlessly and swung her around as she gasped for breath, laughing, throwing back her head. Lucien stood, hands on hips, watching, she looked so young and beautiful and he wanted her, now and forever.
Ria was crying and young Philippe, his Enforcer – what was he doing here? Wondered Lucien for a minute- was beside her. Piers was grinning, his eyes alight with joy as he pulled Ria and came forward. Tara was clutching Ria’s hands, also in tears, saying “Mumma, Mumma,’ over and over again. Dom and Louis looked uncertain although young Lou was chattering away about what to share with the baby and how to teach him manners.
Him, thought Lucien, amusement on his stern face. They had already decided that his lovely wife would produce another son.
And then he shook his head in wonder. The f*ck, he was going to turn sixty in a few years but he had managed to get his young wife pregnant again. Was he happy? Hell yes!
The thought of taking her to bed and impregnating her, watching people look at her as she waddled with her swollen belly, clear evidence of how he had been the man who had f*cked her, telling the world that she was carrying His child in her belly.
Knowing that only he had made her fertile womb carry his seed, that no other man could have her sweet wet sex, the plump lips of her pussy, her soft, full breasts…Lucien groaned inwardly. Just thinking of his woman was making him get a hard-on. He needed to take her somewhere private urgently.
It turned him on no end, He was a f*cking pervert but he loved his woman and breeding her had its own thrills.
*
Paddy was standing close to Claude, a worshipful look on his face as he stepped up to Proserpina and hugged her quickly. Proserpina laughed and kissed his cheek, just as Ria rushed to her,
“Mumma,’ half sobbed their exquisite daughter, her blonde head bobbing as she cried,
“Oh, Mumma, why didn’t you tell us before?’
Proserpina glanced at her husband’s harsh face and blushed,
“I …I had not told your father…’
Lucien pushed through the crowd of children and friends, for Schwartz was also standing, grinning as he looked at them; the staff had also converged, Camille was sobbing loudly in the arms of an embarrassed-looking Beston, now her husband; his Enforcer, Philippe was standing at the edge of the group, eyes on someone across the room while Beatrice was blabbering away, a handful of maids, the nurses who had been with the family since the twins had come to live at the mansion, were also there, beaming and weeping… F* CK!, he thought, it was getting to be a bloody circus! thought Lucien wryly. He could see the maids, looks of anticipation and excitement on their faces and Proserpina’s academic assistant, Tadana who stood at the edge, smiling benignly with tears streaking her otherwise hard face.
He reached his wife and swept her back into his arms and held her to his chest.
A feeling of joy swept through him as he tipped her head back and looked into her flushed face.
‘Your Mumma must be hungry.’ he growled, and Beatrice snorted at his elbow.
“Seeing since she whipped up the whole darn dinner, I be thinking, you should have it before it go cold an’ all.’
Lucien turned to the old woman who loved Proserpina with the fierceness of a lioness protecting her cub. ‘Yes, old crone.’ he grunted and picked Proserpina up in his arms before she could catch on. His woman gasped and tried to struggle.
“Put me down, Lucien!” she begged softly, embarrassment making her look desirable for her soft breasts wobbled with each step he took, her arms going around his neck to keep herself steady. His shaft rose urgently, wanting to bury itself between those soft mounds, and cover them with his cum.
“Woman, stop struggling.’ he growled warningly and she quietened immediately. She sensed his desire and knew that if she pushed too hard, he would just resort to caveman tactics and carry her to the nearest room to make fierce love to her. Proserpina blushed and hid her face in his neck.
F*ck, but he loved her, this woman who was submissive and yet so strong. She was light, he noted with concern, a frown darkening his face as he led the way to the dining hall, his children chattering as they followed him, Schwartz was on the phone and he heard snatches of the conversation.
The Lords were on their way.
Wait, What? he turned to Schwartz.
“What was that?’ he grunted frowning.
He set Proserpina down gently and she stood for a minute, smiling, head dipping as she struggled to hide her blushes clutching him as she regained her balance.
Fu*k but the woman still blushed, he thought with a deep yearning to hold her in his arms and take her roughly, hear her cry out his name.
‘Well, Melissa Lord was already on her way with her husband; you know… for the celebration? Ummm…she knows about Proserpina and the wee bairn…’,
Schwartz winked amiably and turned to Dom and Lou who were at his elbows, begging him for something.
Lucien grunted. Another protector of his wife, he thought and he sank into his chair, pulling her onto his lap as he nodded to Schwartz. A look passed between the two men, the understanding that came from years of working together, of a deep friendship and trust. Schwartz’s face lightened as he strode to occupy the seat that was His. Yes, his friend had a seat at the dining table that was only ever his.
*
Left behind in the hall as the rest of the party followed the Don who was carrying his pregnant wife, the two people who had imagined themselves to be the stars of the evening, were raging.
Cole stood, fury overcoming him as he realised that everyone had forgotten him. His fists were clenched and his heart was pounding. He needed a fix.
No, they could not do this. He became aware that his aunt was standing, tears in her eyes, snot leaking from her large nose. “You are disgusting. Go wash your face or something,’ hissed Cole. His aunt turned, her eyes wild. She looked old and worn out, a painted caricature in her ugly red dress, ageing and graceless.
She moved to him instinctively, seeking sympathy,
“He abused me, didn’t you hear…?’
With a fierce shove, Cole thrust her away. ‘Get the f*ck… you stupid c*nt…’
A deep voice broke into their argument.
Cole turned.
The large, tattooed Latino who had been watching them was beside him. Cole quailed, the guy was enormous and his smouldering black eyes were scary. He had the scar of an old, deep knife injury running along his cheek, a cut in his eyebrow that had healed.
His smouldering looks sent a warning; Don’t f*ck with me.
Cole stepped back, his lips drawing back.
“I am Lucien Delano’s son…’ he began snarkily.
Phillippe intervened smoothly,
“And I am his Enforcer. Get in there and have your dinner. I shall drop her,’ he jerked his head to the woman who was snivelling beside Cole and said, ‘I shall drop her back to the Town House after dinner.’
And with a curt nod at a couple of security guards, he turned and strode away in the direction of the dining hall, adding over his shoulder,
‘Boss’ orders.”.
Cole watched him go, narrow-eyed.
‘F*ck you,’ he swore.