Proserpina
As though his thoughts had conjured her up, she was walking across the lawns toward him, accompanying her husband as she said in her throaty voice,
‘James. What are you looking so lost and forlorn about, first thing in the morning?’ Placing her hand on his arm in a familiar gesture, she made him look into her troubled brown eyes and she leaned forward to drop a kiss on his cheek affectionately.
Damn. But the woman still managed to look hot, inspite of being more than three months pregnant, he thought, his heart racing as he stood to embrace her fondly, inhaling the vanilla scent of her hair and body, familiar and bittersweet. His friend and partner, the formidable Mafia Don stood beside her, eyes like flint, studying him. He was watching narrowly, his heavy-lidded eyes hiding his annoyance at seeing his heavily pregnant wife in the arms of another man.
The Boss might have been a man-whore all his life, the term people used when they referred to him behind his back, a savage and dominant lover, hell-bent on satisfying himself, with a lust that made him use multiple women in one night
But all that was till he got involved with this young woman, almost twenty years his junior and wedded her; she had been eighteen to his almost two decades start on her, he had been worldly wise and cynical while she had been like a fresh flower, immediately falling head over heels in love with him.
Lucien Delano had bedded her fiercely, urgently, as though he was a man possessed, thought Schwartz wryly as his hands lingered on Proserpina’s waist, smiling as she murmured something about Ria.
A lot had happened to the lovers, the Boss and his Woman, with them but the fact that they were still as madly in love with each other, made him smile fondly and brush a tendril from her face as she finished speaking, her large brown eyes on him, waiting for a reply.
But the Mafia Don was insanely jealous of anyone who dared to touch her.
Although he made an exception with James Schwartz.; Lucien Delano trusted him and Schwartz would never break that faith and cross that invisible line.
*
Schwartz mumbled a reply as she stepped away from him and once again, he was aware as always, of the security guards hovering about them.
‘Can we sit in the sun for a while, Lucien?’ begged Proserpina as she sank onto a soft chair, her lovely face upturned, pleading. Her husband studied her, his cold eyes heating up at the exquisite picture she made, her eyes appealing to him. They had not slept much after Claude had left in the wee hours of the morning. Instead, they had lain, Lucien’s strong arms wrapped around his wife as each was lost in thought.
Now the Boss looked at her, the familiar burst of longing flooding him as she squinted up at him, an emotion warring with jealousy; he was vaguely annoyed as was his wont, to see the easy familiarity between his woman and his best friend.
Proserpina was wearing a mauve maternity tank top and cosy joggers that made her look young and relaxed, though it clearly outlined her full breasts and he fought down the memories of what h had down wither all night. Her long hair was freshly washed and unbound, falling to her hips. Lucien did not permit her to cut the cascading tresses and she had agreed to his demand to leave it long knowing how he loved to bury his face in her hair, loved to see her beneath him, her long hair spread across the pillows, a picture of helpless womanhood as he rammed his shaft into her; and how he enjoyed gripping a fistful of hair as he pounded her while she knelt before him, at his mercy, on her hands and knees.
He grunted an assent and she beamed, dimpling, and stretched her arms out to the sides like a satisfied cat. He caught the gleam of amusement on the face of his friend as they settled down on the chairs, the guards hovering about, arms in their hands.
*
Earlier, he had received the call from his Capo and knew that his daughter and the Capo , along with his crew, were on the road and just a few hours away from Hollowford. All night long, he had been monitoring the journey of his daughter and his Capo, knowing that he could trust Philippe completely.
Lucien had sent advance team to make sure that there was no trouble along the way. The news had made Proserpina jittery with relief.
Now he nodded, his eyes on Proserpina as she turned her beautiful face to the sun, smiling dreamily as she soaked in the heat.
“Just for a short while, Woman.’ he growled warningly as he turned to attend to his phone . One of the men had raced across the lawns’ with Lucien’s satellite phone and immediately, Schwartz sat up too.
Lucien grunted into the instrument.
Then he turned to address his wife and his best friend,
‘They are here.’ he said, and Schwartz could detect a note of relief in his mate’s voice as he turned to look at his wife. Proserpina scrambled out of her chair in a rush and winced as a sharp twinge of pain shot down her spine. Both the men stepped forward to help her and she quickly hid her pain with a bright smile. She tried to control her facial muscles but her husband had grabbed her at once, his large hands digging painfully into her flesh through her tank top.
‘The f*ck are you playing at, woman? ‘ he snarled in a low voice as he jerked her to him, ‘Remember, you have my son inside your womb.’
She smiled at him, leaning into him, her large belly pushing against him as she kissed the corner of his mouth, furtively flicking his hard mouth with the tip of his tongue, enjoying the harsh look of want that chased across his face as she did so. He tended to hide his concern for her behind anger but she knew better.
‘Our child, Master,’ she said naughtily and dimpled at his grim expression.
*
Lucien Delano literally dragged his wife away as he strode across the lawns with his best mate and his guards, heading to the basement garage.
He was a horny old pervert for wanting to simply push his pregnant young wife against the wall and f*ck her till she begged him to stop but the way the little tease had playfully licked his mouth just now, in full view of his men and friend, had him breathing hard. She was young, in her prime and her hormones would make her long for sexual satisfaction for many years to come; would he be able to continue to satisfy her?
His grip on her upper arm tightened painfully and she gave a small mewl of protest.
“Slow down, mate.’ came his friend’s steady voice, “We aren’t going to miss the bus.’
Proserpina chuckled breathlessly as she trotted beside him and he stopped at the elevator, eyes glinting.
‘Get in,’ he growled anger vibrating in his tones and she looked at him in some confusion but obeyed him. Schwartz hesitated. The Don seemed angry. The two of them and his men began the descent down to the basement garage, with Lucien holding her arm in a vice-like grip.
‘You do not act like a bitch in heat before my men and Schwartz,’ he growled in a low voice, stepping to her herd her into a corner and biting her earlobe for emphasis.
And then as she smiled her slow sensuous smile at him, dimpling wickedly, he went on raggedly,
‘Woman, I swear, if you were not breeding, I would have hauled you over to the bushes and taught you how to respect me.’
She gurgled in laughter at that, tilting her head to look up at his stern, passionate face, openly laughing at him.
Then, very deliberately, Proserpina pushed him back.
‘Dirty old man,’ she mouthed but her eyes were dancing in merriment. He scowled at her but she dimpled in return, serenely.
She knew that he was angry with her flirting with him in public but she was confident enough to know that she held the upper hand here. Yes, it was going to be very interesting tonight in bed, she thought, a wanton glow spreading on her cheeks as she held his stony glare. He could read her mind, the faster breaths and her eyes glinting as she delicately moistened her lips. The Mafia Don scowled at her, a deep rumble warning her not to push him too far.
The bodyguards with them gazed ahead blankly.