Proserpina
My voice had risen in incredulous anger.
He grunted, not letting me go as I struggled within his grasp. Then I lost it. He had made me suffer for months and all along, he had been playing some sick game.
*
My fury, my rage were uncontrollable. Unable to control myself, I struck out with my hands, my nails raking his face and biting his wrists till he stepped forward and trapped my hands behind my back, forcefully but not hurting me. I stood, my belly pressing into his bulk, breathing fiercely as I spat out,
“You SWINE! You…how could you?’ He moved to kiss me but I turned away, the tears of anger trickling down. I struggled futilely.
‘Hellcat,’ he said, growling but his face was dark with passion. He pushed me gently, and I resisted as I saw that I had made him aroused.
No, I told myself fiercely, THIS was not what I had bargained on.
I would not let him take advantage of my feelings for him, my passion that could spiral out of control with just a touch from his large hands.
. I knew he was guiding me backwards to the bed and I struggled fiercely.
‘No, NO! Lucien Delano, you…bas*ad!’ I shouted, my voice breaking into a sob, unwilling to let him take control of my body and in that way, my feelings.
‘You think you can get me into bed and all that you have done is …’
‘How could you do this to me…? How?’ I spat, fury warring with sorrow.
And then with a gentle push from my husband, we fell back on the bed, Lucien cushioning my fall with his body swiftly but rolling on top of me, holding my hands imprisoned above my head.
His hands captured mine and held them above my head as he kissed me, his hot open mouth silencing me. I turned my face away angrily but he sucked on my neck and then bit me, and I whimpered, my traitorous body awakening to his touch like a trained animal at her master’s call. The flood of wetness between my legs made me aware that he could treat me any which way, I was still alive and ready for his touch. The realisation angered me and I struggled.
‘Woman, stay still,’ he commanded, iron in his voice,’ I will not have you hurt my child you are carrying in your belly.
‘ I HATE YOU, LUCIEN DELANO, I ATE YOU!” I spat, sobbing in anger and sorrow.
He kissed my face, my tears and soon, I was just a hot mess…
Lucien Delano had me where he wanted. But I sensed his deep regret, the unspoken apology in his touch as he kept kissing me gently.
He grunted and feverishly, we were on each other. My clothes were taken off, in urgency and then he was also naked and straddling me. He laid his mouth against my swollen belly, covering it with kisses, gentle and caring and said with a groan,
“Did you think I would want any other woman to carry my seed?’
His voice, his need melted me and I felt myself soften.
*
And then, his thick member, that hard and probing organ, erect and punishing, was entering me, claiming his ownership as he rode me while he held himself in position, his arms, like muscular trunks, on either side of my face, supporting him as he grunted.
‘I have a fertile b*tch to breed who will spread her legs at my touch …’, he smiled but the raw passion in his voice made me close my eyes in supplication.
I turned and bit his hand, his strong wrist for that was all I could do.
Panting, he laughed a wicked, excited laugh and rammed harder into me.
Breathless as I moved beneath him, my large shuddering breasts exposed to his wandering, cruel mouth, I cried, ‘Why Lucien …why did you let me believe that?’
He gave a smile, a grimace between concentration and annoyance as he withdrew his length and then thrust into me, making me squeal.
He smiled again and lowering his head, took a peaked nipple in his mouth.
And I moaned as I was carried to new heights and the world exploded in shades of white.
*
Tugging at my tender nipple relentlessly, he said, grunting as he rode me, his chest glistening with sweat as he focussed on giving me pleasure,
“Shut the f*ck up, sl*t and take this in your dripping wet pus*y.’
I sobbed out as his teeth sank into my sore nub; then he raised his head while he roared and I whimpered as he thrust hard into me, emptying his load into my willing womb. As he released my wrists, I raked my nails down his back, half sobbing with the intensity of my reactions. He lowered his head to my throbbing nipple and said gently, licking the tender nub,
“The only one who has borne my children, is you, Woman.’
And with that, he claimed my mouth.
***
I stared at him blankly and he leaned down to bite my lower lip.
“Ouch,’ I said crossly.
‘You have an expressive face, a candid and open face.’ he went on, grunting in amusement and affection,
‘If you had known that I had seen through Cole and Britney and their little plan, you would have looked at them with compassion, feeling sorry for them. And they are players from a different league. They would have caught on at once.’
Noting the stubborn expression of displeasure on my face, he sighed and rolled me onto his big body, although I was still smarting.
I pulled my blouse to cover my breasts which were heavier now that I was carrying his child and I saw his lips curl in amusement as he noticed my gesture.
“But there is something else, isn’t there, Lucien?’ I said and I saw his face harden. He moved, sitting up and drew me to his chest. After a while, as though he had been weighing his words, Lucien spoke in his deep baritone as I snuggled up to him, watching as he stroked my arm, and my belly with fondness.
‘Dusak, the one Eyed, remember him?’ I nodded, puzzled. What had that evil man done now? I wondered.
‘He and Paval are behind the sudden appearance of Cole.’ he said grimly.