Proserpina
I wanted to turn tail and scamper back into a hole or something, but Lucien jerked me to him, pinning me to his body while his free hand pushed through my long, heavy hair, gripping my nape. To any onlooker, we appeared to be like a man and woman who were ardently bringing their bodies close to exchange words of love. I knew otherwise.
His voice was low and menacing, vibrating with anger as he bent to me and growled so that only I could hear him,
"Slut! I'll deal with you."
And he brushed his harsh mouth against mine in an indifferent caress that had me longing to cling on to him, inhale the aroma of my lover, lose myself within him...
But aware of the interested gazes on me, I smiled prettily and turned to the men around me, wriggling to free myself from the arm that held me captive.
'I haven't had the pleasure of meeting you,' I smiled coquettishly, smiling at the faces fixed on us. And then, batting my lashes flirtatiously at the grim-faced man who was holding me to his side, I added in a soft voice,' Lucien keeps me locked away, don't you darling, '
I purred batting my lashes at I stroked his jacket sleeve. I felt the powerful muscles tighten and knew he was getting turned on which only made him angrier.
The hand gripping my arm dug in painfully and I tried not to wince as he held me anchored to him.
The old man was suitably impressed by my act. Stepping forward, he took off his Stetson in a show of courteousness and extended his hand as he proceeded to introduce himself.
' Tom Seyton-Bates at your service, little lady,' he said in a booming voice., beaming at me in appreciation as his eyes slid over me, hovering over my chest and the logo on my Tee.
'Kelger balls eh?' he added, squeezing my hand and I blushed.
But devilishly, I responded, ' Love them,' as I simpered in return. Lucien squeezed my upper arm, and I knew I would have purple bruises there tomorrow.
The other men followed suit, smiling, nodding, murmuring pleasantries, but my skin crawled when the swarthy man I had noticed earlier stepped forward, He took my small, pale hand in his and kissed it effusively. I shuddered as his wet mouth pressed down on my skin but kept my eyes on his jacket as he stood for longer than was needed, stroking the inside of my wrist. Lucien's tense body radiated a rage that had me stiff with fear.
'I'm Ramos' he said, in a velvety voice that sent a shiver of apprehension down me. And as he moved away, he added, in a voice that had just the slightest threat of menace,
"We shall meet again, soon.'
I realized that Ria was pressing herself against my knees, standing still and glaring at Ramos in open dislike. Suddenly she piped up in a loud voice,
"Leave my Mumma's hand, you bad man!'
The feel of Lucien starting in some surprise made me want to smile; he had no clue how deadly our daughter could be, I thought drily.
The old man who had introduced himself as Tom Sykes-Bates, gave a shout of laughter and cried out,
'Classic! Just like Delano!'
He thumped Lucien on the shoulder and said,' Your daughter's like you; she's got your looks and attitude!'
But Ramos had not taken his eyes off me. As he moved away, his beady eyes eating me up, he murmured softly,
"We'll meet again, little reindeer. Delano cannot keep you hidden away from the world forever.'
His eyes dropped to the pink egg that Ria was now clutching in her hand and then lifted to my face.
Something about that look made me quiver in fear.
Ramos smiled. He had noticed my reaction.
Lucien's hand was like a vice on my arm.
But I smiled and slightly stretched out my neck in a gesture of agreement.
Schwartz had been watching us carefully, and I saw the consternation on his face.
Chuckling, old Tom Sykes-Bates mumbled his goodbyes, and the entire group drifted out slowly. But Ramos's eyes lingered on me, for a long while and I felt sick and more than a little frightened.
Now the only people in the hall apart from Lucien and I were our children and Schwartz. His friend, the lean man with the dirty blonde hair grinned at me disarmingly and said,
'Hey! You look scared! It's ok.'
Lucien, however, wanted to inflict his punishment on me. "I think I want a word with my wife. In private.' He said it grimly, his hand still gripping my arm painfully.
I looked up at him through my lashes and quaked inwardly.
Trying to gauge the anger in him, the familiar odours of whiskey and his citrus cologne, the heady, musky scent of his body messed with my head and I all but rubbed myself against him as the desire that was now flowing ran unchecked through my veins.
But Lucien seemed unmoved as he propelled me towards the stairs,
'To your room,' he commanded icily, and I walked up the stairs slowly, embarrassed as I was aware that his gaze was on my pert ass as I climbed up. The shorts were tiny, and I was uncomfortably aware that if I bent over, he would see the crack between my ass cheeks. It made me feel both aroused and fearful, and I was almost panting when we finally reached my door.
Once there, Lucien pushed me inside forcefully and locked the door, turning to me with a cold fury and I felt a slow dread coursing through me as I saw the fierce anger in him.
Suddenly, he grabbed my arm, the arm I was rubbing to bring back the circulation, and slammed me against the wall and imprisoned me by placing both his muscled arms on either side of my face. I looked up at him, terrified as he watched me, eyes glittering coldly in rage.
I gulped, breathing in short breaths, my breasts heaving , trembling with ...fear? Or was it arousal?
The lower half of his body was close, so close that I could feel his arousal through his trousers but the anger emitting from him told me that I was in trouble, big trouble.