Lucien
The Mafia Don looked sternly at his daughter as he repeated his words. He was alone with his daughter in the large study and he had just told her something that had made her see red.
She was not to attend university this semester. It was too dangerous.
The late afternoon sunlight flooded the room, bathing it in warm tones of brown. Outside the large floor to ceiling windows, the trees at the edge of the lawns were adorned in the colours of winter, reds and yellows and browns.
The majestic onslaught of winter was near. But the people in the room were oblivious to the beauty of the landscape around the mansion. Like the guards patrolling the grounds, armed and ready for any eventuality, they were hell-bent on what they were doing; a fiery discussion, in this case.
Lucien Delano sat behind his large , polished desk which was as always, uncluttered and tidy. The Boss was notoriously neat to a fault. His silver head was gleaming and as always, when he was working, the dove-grey shirt beneath the dark jacket , was open to his waist. His muscular chest with the wiry grey hairs was exposed but he could not care. This was how he worked, take it or leave it.
The air of authority in his voice was unmistakable as he spoke. His daughter sat in a chair before him, wringing her hands.
“But Pappa, I need to continue…’ she said again, her eyes filling at what she clearly believed to be his authoritarian rules and therefore, unjust.
***
It was late afternoon. Lucien Delano had been away at his Clubs, both the new ones and of course, the first one, to check on work. There was a major arms deal that he was interested in; when countries went to war, it was people like him who grew rich, he had told Schwartz drily sometime that afternoon.
The afternoon light was waning and he knew that the shadows of the evening would creep into his study in a few minutes. The shadows of the trees outside were already lengthening and he could see the lights coming on in the garden and the lawns.
He had been here with his daughter since he got back and she had proved a tough person to bring around to see his point of view.
He ran a large hand over his face. His daughter stared at him obstinately. She looked so much like her mother when she pouted, he thought but her eyes and her colouring were all his. Like every one of the children his woman, had borne him.
Even as Ria began to voice her opinions, against his diktat, the door opened and Proserpina glided in. As always, Lucien felt the familiar longing as he watched her. Her hair, the long heavy mahogany tresses, was in a simple, loose braid over her shoulder. She carried herself with grace despite the fact that she was now quite obviously pregnant, her swollen belly very evident.
The Don’s eyes glowed hotly as they dropped to her stomach, then moved languidly over the full and heavy breasts under the breezy style ivory smocked dress she was wearing. The neckline dipped just so, revealing her collarbones and the swell of her large breasts was visible, just a little but enough to make him hard already. As she swayed and came to him, her eyes moved to their daughter who was sitting tensely on the edge of her seat, clearly angry and unhappy.
Ria, all blonde curls freshly washed and angry grey-blue eyes, swivelled around and looked around at her mother. Wearing her favourite track pants and baggy T-shirt in maple red, she looked stormy and flushed with anger, twin spots of red glowing on her cheeks, as she looked at her mother, willing her to join in the argument to support her.
Proserpina sighed as her husband indicated that she should go to him. Obediently she moved to him, placing her hands on her shoulders to lean a little and kiss him as his large muscular arm went about her waist, drawing her to his body, lightly caressing her full, round behind.
Even as they kissed, she felt the wetness pool in her womanhood.
“Dear God, the man had her horny and wanting him like mad,’ she thought as he broke the kiss, studying her pink cheeks and slightly widened eyes with a hint of mockery in his gleaming eyes.
He knew, he knew that his grey gaze was making her weak in the knees and he enjoyed the power he exerted over her, thought Proserpina helplessly.
“Mumma!’ cried Ria petulantly.
Come on, this was supposed to be about her but the moment Mumma strolled in, looking like a dream, no doubt, she saw the change in her Pappa; he only had eyes for his Woman and his expression lit up with a gleam that was positively predatory.
For a wild moment, she wished Philippe had looked at her in this fashion; then she sighed. The Capo had held his emotions in check tightly and she respected him immensely for that. There would have been no way of stopping him if he had chosen to ravish her. Heck, she would have been a willing participant too! she thought sadly as her father let her mother go reluctantly, his hands lingering on her body. Philippe would have been ravished by Ria and not the other way around!
“Mumma!’ shouted Ria loudly again, this time furious at the pair of them! They behaved as though they were alone in the room, she thought angrily.
Seriously, left to themselves, Mumma and Pappa would have raised the global population index single-handedly, she fumed.
Proserpina looked around, almost apologetically as she moved away from her lover and the father of her six children, who still had the power of effortlessly making her want to sink to her knees before him and submit to his carnal desires, willingly.
“Darling, ‘she murmured apologetically and came around the table to kiss her daughter’s hair.
“What is it?’ she smiled gently, the dimples appearing. She had sensed that the tension in the room was because Ria, fierce spirit that she was, was now opposing something that the Mob Boss had decreed. Proserpina sighed inwardly.
Talk about an immovable force meeting an irresistible object, she thought drily. Neither of them would move an inch from their positions but she would have to somehow see that a peace of some sort would be brokered. She already knew what it must be; Lucien had hinted at it when he had spoken to her following Ria’s arrival when the two of them were alone for a few minutes before he had left for his Clubs.