Proserpina
Earlier that evening.
Jazz and Thomas were the only remotely familiar faces in the room, and they approached, standing and chatting.
I had never exchanged more than a few words with Jazz; as for Thomas, the only time we had engaged in much conversation had been when Lucien had taken me out on a disastrous night after my nineteenth birthday.
I felt a little uneasy when they stood beside me, speaking in a very familiar manner.
But then, Lucien had moved away, looking glacial and dangerous as he watched me from afar, brooding as he stood, one hand in his trouser pocket, the other nursing a tumbler of alcohol that never seemed to be empty.
I could not help sneaking worried glances at him. I so desperately wanted to return home, to my children. Lucien seemed furious, a possessive rage that made him appear more dangerous than ever before.
The two young men who kept me company tried to get me to join them in drinking, but I was firm.
I hated alcohol.
The man who had publicly declared that he was going to wed me drank enough for both of us and some!
***
I was listening with half an ear, smiling blankly when I suddenly tuned into what Jazz was saying.
'And the night you got drunk, Proserpina. Remember that? You were all over Thomas. F*ck, you were even ready to shag me! That's how desperate you were! Both of us too!'
I turned to him in astonishment. What was he talking about?
Thomas laughed and added,
'Yes, you were so hot!'
I frowned in puzzlement and annoyance. They could not just stand there and make up things like that!
When my roommates had brought their boyfriends over, I preferred to stay in my room.
As for getting drunk, there was no way that had happened.
Why were they making up such revolting tales, I thought, my face heating up in fury.
As I opened my mouth to ask them furiously what they were talking about, I sensed a presence looming over my shoulder. My heart sank as I understood that they had wanted Lucien to hear their remarks.
But before I could say a word, a cold voice interrupted.
'When was this?'
A hard hand wrapped around my waist, and Lucien jerked me close.
'When was this?' he repeated, his fingers digging painfully into the curve of my breast. Both men noticed his barely concealed violence.
But the ice in his voice seemed to fluster the younger men.
'We...we thought Proserpina had told...' began Jazz.
'Shut up, dude,' growled Thomas and in a lower voice, 'Obviously, she did not tell him she wanted to f*ck both of us!'
They slunk away, and I saw the malevolence in Thomas's flushed face.
But the damage had been done—a hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach...
I watched them go and turned impetuously to look at Lucien.
Placing my hand on his chest, I said,
'Lucien...'
But he pushed me away and strode off. The cold fury in his eyes said it all.
He actually believed that I had made out with Thomas and Jazz.
I bit my lip, hot tears filling my eyes at the injustice of it.
Why did he choose to suspect me all the while?
***
Now Patricia Harding watched Lucien leave the hall with a cold, calculating smile on her face.
***
Proserpina
'Let's see what your aging lover thinks when he finds you here like this,' said Thomas, his stale breath making me wince in disgust.
I tried to turn my head away from his face, but Jazz's arms held me, prisoner.
'We know how possessive the old man is about his toys...'
He bent down to place his wet mouth on me, and I squirmed, scratching.
Just then, the door flew open.
One of Lucien's security personnel rushed in and came to a stop upon seeing me in Thomas's arms; then, right behind him, Lucien limped in, his glacial eyes locking onto us.
My heart sank as I saw the deadly look he shot at me.
His expression was dark.
Murderous.
Before I knew what was happening, Lucien had crossed the room and knocked Thomas off balance, kicking his legs out from under him. The younger man fell to the ground. When he tried to rise, Lucien grabbed his hair with one hand and pulled his head back.
Looking straight into Thomas's eyes, he sank his fist into Thomas's face with all his might.
***
Jazz stepped away, raising his hands in mock surrender, saying easily, with an uneasy laugh,
'She invited us here; wanted to try something different. Guess she wanted a younger...' He grinned at me, but Lucien swung his fist, connecting squarely with Jazz's jaw.
The fleshy man collapsed in a heap, moaning. Thomas was now a bloodied, whining mess.
A few interested people had gathered at the door, and I heard murmurs.
'Get them out,' growled Lucien, and his bodyguards moved forward, dragging the two hapless men out of the room.
'Lucien,...' I began desperately.
But he cut me short, his eyes burning with intensity as he stared at me. Brusquely, he rasped, 'We're leaving. NOW!'
Behind him, I saw a handful of the guests watching and listening. Some women had turned up too, sneering as they looked at my distraught face.
Bile rose in my mouth.
I tried again, 'Lucien, please listen to me...'
He stalked toward me, causing my heart to race in terror.
Before I could react, he had jerked me up and began to drag me out of the room, his fingers digging painfully into my upper arm, in full view of his guests. I tried to resist: I HAD to make him understand that I was innocent of whatever he imagined me to have done.
'Please,' I begged, trying to hold his arm, 'Listen to me...'
He suddenly stopped, pulling me hard against his body.
'Oh, I see,' he taunted, 'You liked what you saw? You want more of the stuff we have here?'
Without taking his blazing eyes off me, he growled at his guards,
'Close the door. This room is in use tonight.'
The big door slammed shut, effectively shutting out the outside world too.
It took a second for me to understand what he meant.
Horrified, I began to fight in earnest, now that I saw what he was about to do.
'No,' I cried, 'No, Lucien, please, NO!' I sobbed...
'I need to see how tight your arse is, little girl,' he snarled as he wrestled me to the bed, 'Because I think both those motherfuckers have had what I have not enjoyed yet.'
I felt myself go hot and then cold all over.
We had never done that; Lucien knew I was terrified of anal intercourse, never having indulged in it, ever.
But now, he wanted to prove his dominance over me.
Flipping me onto my stomach with his superior strength, he tore off my panties. I struggled and jerked with shock as a stinging slap landed on the cheek of my ass. I fought harder, sobbing loudly, my butt hurting as he hit me again and again.
He had never used violence on me, not like this, and I was panicking in earnest, struggling blindly.
Leaning closer to me, my hair wrapped painfully around his wrist, he growled,
'If you fight me, it'll hurt more, baby. I'll just f*ck your virgin arse raw and tear your pretty hole.'
I recoiled as I realized what he was going to do.
I writhed in panic.
Sobbing, I whispered, begging now,
'Please, Lucien, no. Not that. Anything but that!'
He made a derisive sound, more of self-loathing.
He had restrained my hands above me, and I felt him apply something like lube on my private area, my peach hole. I screamed, arching my body, thrashing in panic, begging him not to do so, but he was like a man possessed.
His voice was harsh as he tore my clothes off, leaving me exposed and shivering.
'So you were all over Thomas Winston, eh? Did you like him f*cking you, eh?'
And then, lowering his face to my ear, he snarled savagely,
'I own you, baby. Remember that. I OWN you, and I will do what I want with your f*cking body. Because you belong to me.'
I screamed in terror as he positioned his large cock head outside the entry of my most secret place, my peach hole as Tania had called it, and without any mercy, thrust himself into me...