Ria
She was sitting in the living room with Claude when the message came from her Pappa.
‘Bring the baby and come here.’
That was all. Just that terse and clipped message.
She turned to Claude who was moodily studying his phone as he sat, legs hefted up on the table, a stance he would be skinned for verbally if Mumma caught him doing that. But he looked up quickly as she shot to her feet.
‘Claude, come with me,’ she said and as she dashed out of the room heading to the nursery, she called over her shoulder,
‘We are going to the Club with Rudi.’
He was beside her , thundering up the stairs with her as they rushed to organize the journey .
*
The baby was sleeping but in a few minutes, Ria knew he would be up and would bring the house down with his clamoring for his feed. The little fellow might have been born ahead of his time but he made up for it by being louder than all her other siblings.
The nurses blundered around, helping, and finally, with the baby wrapped in the warmest clothing she could find, his soother firmly fitted into his mouth, she went out with Claude and one of the nurses to help.
*
Schwartz
He stood up, his face clouded with a battery of emotions. Aiyana rose to her feet, graceful and sleek as a cat. Her eyes were on him as he said, moving towards him,
‘James, I want to try again.’ Her black eyes fixed on his as she stood, her hand on his chest.
Handsome James stared at her, his expression wary.
‘ I need to think.’ He said, the edginess apparent in his voice. He did not want to go through the gamut of emotions he had been wracked with the last time after she had left him. No, he was in a comfortable spot and he would not mind living in this way till he died.
Aiyana stood still, watching him silently. Her eyes seemed to be looking into his soul. She nodded and moved away after a while, dropping her hand. Her voice became business-like again as she said, turning away,
‘I shall be in town for a couple of weeks. So we could meet up. If you wanted to, that is…’
He stepped to her, holding her shoulders gently but firmly as he turned her to face him.
‘I would be happy if you stayed here, Aiy. You know you are always welcome.’
In reply, she tilted her head, just a fraction and kissed him lightly. His hands on her waist tightened fractionally as he responded and her arms glided around his neck.
‘Perhaps it would be best if we gave each other some time to think, yes? she said softly.
*
Tara
From her window, she watched as her eldest sister and Claude got into the car. They had baby Rudi with them, she thought jealously.
But not one of them had thought to come and speak to HER, wallowing in self-pity. To ask her, Tara, how she was feeling.
Her fingers curled into small fists and her breath came faster as the tears came again. She , Tara Delano, was all, all alone in a big mansion. No one loved her . No one cared for her.
She sank on the bed again, crying, her blonde pigtails bobbing with the magnitude of her grief.
*
Proserpina
I lay, exhausted, my body sore and bruised. There was a huge bedroom adjoining Lucien’s study and he had made love to me from there a third time, as gently as it was possible for my Mafia Don to be.
But of course, when he was in the throes of passion, he hurt me, sinking his teeth, pounding me hard , so hard that at one time, I felt that he would tear my sex.
“Please, I begged at last, ‘Lucien…’
‘Ah, my little one,’he grunted as he emptied his load in me, breathing harshly as he lay for a minute on my body before rolling away.
‘So I am too much for you, eh? The Old Man?’
I lay, my eyes shut, without responding.
*
He had picked up his phone and at some time in between when I was floating through a haze and now, I sat up, my breasts aching and swollen.
“I need to feed Rudi,’I sighed and turned to find his amused, cold eyes on me.
“Shall I …?’ he taunted and I moved away in alarm. He gave a shout of laughter as he stretched his arm across the bed, the enormous bed, and gripping my waist, he pulled me to him.
“Your brat is on the way to suckle at your teats,’ he growled and I looked at him uncomprehendingly.
‘But…’
‘Ria is coming and so, I suspect, is that hot-headed blockhead of a son of ours.’ He went on, his mouth moving over my face, dropping kisses.
I pushed him away, seriously shocked now.
‘No, wait…how?’ And then, as another thought struck me, I pulled the sheets over my nakedness and shrieked,
‘I do not have any clothes!’
He gave a low laugh, eyes crinkling.
“Ah, Woman. ‘ and with his free hand, for one hand was clamped around my waist, he indicated the wooden doors on one side of the room, “What do you think we have in those?’
I turned to look at him as he lifted me on top of him, placing me so that I was straddling him, my large breasts almost in his face. I cried out as he nipped at a nipple and growled,
“You smell of milk, woman.’ I turned away, flushing as I gasped,
‘What…how…’
“Danielle.’ He growled, his mouth busy with my breast and I whimpered as his tongue licked at my firm teats. I was helpless, my hips moving of their own accord and I knew I was getting soaking wet with my need to be taken by him. Which was what my Mafia Don was aiming for as he shifted and placed me again , this time on his stiff rod. I squealed as my muscles were forcefully made to adjust to his fierce. merciless penetration and then, I fell onto him, as I felt the tightening in my womb.
“I think I shall get pregnant again if this goes on,” I murmured breathlessly as he effortlessly, gripped my waist and lifted me to facilitate the thrusts, to hammer deeper into my womb as I sagged like a limp doll, powerless in his large hands.
“That’s the idea,’ he growled, his face taut and I leaned forward to lick his flat nipples, something that never failed to drive him crazy.
“Ah, wh*re,’ he grunted. And increased the tempo, making me bounce on his hips as he impaled me. I sobbed as I felt the wetness flood me and he laughed, a hoarse sound, and snarled,
‘That’s right, c*nt, cover my balls with your juices…’
We were lost in our lust again, as we climbed to another peak, Lucien took my mouth and kissed me hard, his tongue dominating mine as I gasped, my hands holding his sweat slicked body, surrendering to him. The feel of the coarse hairs at the base of his manhood rubbing harshly against my softness added to the sensation and I felt myself go limp with desire…
*