St Just flinched and O’Grady’s mouth opened in a soundless whistle. Little Proserpina Delano had put all her rage and all her strength into that one blow and the Mafia Don, taken as he was by surprise, reeled back in shock.
He let out a string of coarse oaths that made O’Grady hang his head in shame to hear it.
Then, the Mafia Don grabbed his Woman, gripping her hands behind her back as he held her, to his chest facing him, and roared,
“EVERYONE OUT!!!”
And as his sons hesitated, he thundered, hauling his wife into his body purposefully, even as she continued to struggle,
“GET OUT OF MY F*CKING ROOM, DAMN IT, YOU MOTHER F*CKIGN BAST*RDS.”
Proserpina shut her eyes and shuddered.
He was in a fury but she was also incensed at how his old lovers regularly turned up like bad pennies. She had been through a lot for this man but this, today, had been something like a tipping point
All of a sudden, the fight went out of her and she said in a weary whisper,
“Please, listen to your father. Please leave.”
Claude hesitated, clenching and unclenching his fists as Piers shot a malevolent look at his father.
“We’re going to be outside, Mumma,” said Louis, glaring at his father.
Lucien Delano growled rabidly and snarled,
“OUT!”
The men, his sons and James Schwartz trickled out silently.
Schwartz lingered long enough to give the Mafia Don one last quelling look.
Don’t, he seemed to be saying, she has suffered enough. The Don nodded, imperceptibly.
The Irishman and his sibling had exchanged looks and left hurriedly when the Don began to yell. They were here for Bianca; no need to get embroiled in a family matter said St Just wisely and O’Grady nodded, anxious to see Bianca.
*
Bianca turned in surprise and joy and shrieked as her Masters came into the bedroom which had come to be earmarked for her stay, as she thought of it. Serena and Tara, who had been wither, rose, while Karina plodded away.
They had been with the doctor who had come to check on Proserpina and Bianca.
“Is she ok?” growled O’Grady as he entered and Bianca rolled her eyes.
“I’m right here, O’Grady, you can ask me,” she said and pouted.
Heedless of the women in the room, the brothers crossed to her and St Just swept her into his arms, kissing her full on her mouth. Even as she laughed in embarrassment and wriggled out of his grasp, O’Grady grabbed her and kissed her.
“Don’t mind us, ‘ said Tara drily and Serena grinned,
“We were leaving already.”
She winked at Bianca who looked shamefaced and embarrassed by this public display of emotions by her Masters.
*
Almost as soon as the door had shut behind the women, St Just had swept her into his arms,
“Bianca, sugar,” he began but O’Grady was there beside him, holding her head as he kissed her fervently.
“What were you thinkin’ of, lassie?” he crooned against her neck and she sighed. It was worth it all, to be held like his and fussed over.
But maybe not all the time, she thought as St just hefted her into his arms and carried her to the bed.
She dimpled cheekily as he looked at her, observing her mischievous glance.
“I think I would like my Masters to check me,” she said demurely, eyeing her men from beneath her lashes.
O’Grady and St Just exchanged glances of sheer joy.
As they began to feverishly strip before she could change her mind, she thought they looked like two boys for whom Christmas had come early.
She giggled as they fell on the bed, quickly divesting her of her clothing.
And then, she was in the middle of the large bed, O’Grady’s firm lips slanted on hers, his strong, muscular body half on her as he ran his hands over her full, firm breasts, tweaking the nipples daringly.
St Just had slid down to her thighs and he was licking her, nibbling at her clit and she arched in pleasure.
She groaned against O’Grady’s mouth as St Just flicked his tongue, sweeping up the juices she was squirting helplessly.
Then O’Grady was straddling her face and she eagerly took his thick member in her mouth as St Just began to finger f*ck her, even as his tongue teased her swollen nub mercilessly, his fingers touching the spot that made her shudder in pleasure as she came.
Helpless and at their mercy, she gagged and swallowed as she came and then, St Just was straddling her …
*
The door shut firmly behind the last of the Delano boys and Lucien gripped his Woman’s chin, forcing her look into his eyes. His heart flipped as he saw the aching sadness etched in her beautiful, soft brown eyes.
Bambi eyes, as Tara used to say.
“Woman,” he growled hoarsely, all his anger evaporating as he took in her pallor,
‘Forgive me, Proserpina, forgive me, my darling.”
Unable to hold back, he brought his mouth down on hers, hard and demanding. Proserpina’s head whirled as she gave in to him, her arms going around his neck, unwilling to let him go.
His arms, like bands of steel, lifted her up, carrying her over to the large couch, their mouths still searching avidly, tongues tangling.
All Proserpina wanted now was to drown in his arms, to feel the security and safety only her Master could provide her. The memory of that hateful woman, her sultry voice hissing at her, surfaced but Proserpina shut down those memories. All that mattered was the here and the now. The feel of Lucien’s stubbled jaw, as he kissed her, murmuring words of love hoarsely, his head moving to her breasts… she sighed, the tears flowing freely.
He licked and kissed them away as he tenderly entered her, taking care not to hurt her and she dimpled wearily.
Now, this moment, was all that mattered, she told herself as she released herself to the feel of her lovers’ arms around her, reaffirming everything that was good…for they had carved out a beautiful present together, leaving the ghosts of the past…