Lucien
He lay spread out on the large bed, his skin still damp from the bath that had not succeeded in quelling the fire that raged in his loins. The fresh white towel had fallen open at his waist, providing a striking contrast to his tanned, dark skin. Fisting his hand around his large manhood, he thought again of the sensations that had overcome him as he had briefly held her in his arms a while ago.
The soft body that used to melt against him; the willing woman who used to surrender to his every demand, unconditionally; the very thought of using her in bed made his muscles flex in anticipation.
F*ck, but he wanted her, his entire being ached with the desire to plunge himself, balls deep in her wetness as she panted, her nails raking his back helplessly as he pleasured himself and her.
He grunted as his other hand reached out to cup his heavy balls, which had grown tight.
F*ck, but he had wanted to take her there, right there. The fragrance of her hair, that damned vanilla that seemed to float around her like an aura, her soft, plump lips, moist and welcoming, and the rounded, full mounds of her breasts, inviting him to sink his teeth into them.
Lucien groaned loudly, as he wrapped his fist around himself, his thick cock standing erect in his large-fisted hand. His rasping voice called her name repeatedly as he cupped his hands around his shaft and ejaculated wildly.
Later, he grimaced in self-disgust.
She had reduced him to this; he was behaving like a schoolboy, masturbating while thinking of a woman.
His Woman.
The Only Woman he wanted. The only woman who had stood up to him and beaten him.
*
Proserpina
Things began to change slowly, imperceptibly. At first, it began with Lucien coming home for dinner every night without fail. There was never any direct conversation between us. He made it a point to ring up the Head of Security who would inform Beatrice who in turn, informed me. I continued to do what I had been doing all these days, working all day and cooking dinner for my children, and strangely enough, I noticed that he seemed to want to be with us at the dining table, sharing the meal. His appetite showed that he was genuinely relishing the meals I dished out. He kept taking second and third helpings, smiling almost tenderly at Ria who sat at his elbow, chatting him up.
He had also stopped having his customary drink at dinner time.
At some other time, it would have made me feel over the moon. Not anymore. For now, I simply could not care.
***
Very often, as I supervised the kid's meals, making sure that no matter how much they fussed over the vegetables, they ate their share, I would look up to see the pale blue eyes on me, observing me keenly. The look in them was something that I could not fathom. So I simply ignored him, keeping my distance. The harshness of his words was still fresh in my mind; I did not want to be used and discarded again. The growing child in my belly seemed to have given me a spine if nothing else, I thought bitterly.
I did not want to give in to the longing that kept me awake at night, although my traitorous body seemed determined to want him beside me, in me.
*
Very often, as I supervised the kid's meals, making sure that no matter how much they fussed over the vegetables, they ate their share, I would look up to see the pale grey-blue eyes on me, observing me keenly. The look in them was something that I could not fathom. So I simply ignored him, keeping my distance. The harshness of his words was still fresh in my mind; I did not want to be used and discarded again. The growing child in my belly seemed to have given me a spine if nothing else, I thought bitterly.
I did not want to give in to the longing that kept me awake at night, although my traitorous body seemed determined to want him beside me, in me...
*
Danielle rang up one day.
"Girlfriend, what have you done to the Boss?" she queried, incredulously. her barking voice showed genuine puzzlement.
"What do you mean?" I asked, frowning. Since Lucien and I barely looked at each other directly these days, I did not know what she was talking about. there was no conversation between us; he spoke to Ria gently, his growling voice a gentle purr as he listened to her filling him in on details of what they had done all day, in her lisping voice. Sometimes he would chuck her under the cheek, his eyes glowing with a warmth I had never seen before.
But for me, it did not make any difference.
Lucien Delano had no power over me, I told myself sternly when I lay awake at night, my body longing for his.
Now Danielle's throaty voice continued,
"He has stopped staying at the club; does not have any of the whores servicing him anymore, and no women stashed away either!"
I winced at her choice of words, as she went on enthusiastically,
'' And when I heard him speaking about getting some toys for the little ones. I thought he meant the girls here, know.'
She guffawed, 'Turns out he's becoming a good Daddy, after all, eh!'
Contrary to what she had expected, that only made me see red. I scowled. So Lucien was thinking of bribing the twins, was he? I thought, the blood rushing to my head as I felt a rage building up in me.
Through my red mist of fury,
I heard Grace.
'And I overheard him speaking about the delicious food you whip up. Tell me you guys are ok now, pretty please,' begged Grace, who had joined her lover on the phone.
I hemmed and hawed and managed to end the conversation.
But the jealousy, and insecurity I felt, with the baby growing within me, made me confused. If he found out about the child, would he demand another DNA test, I wondered bitterly as I clenched my fist and punched my gently swelling belly, hard.
I hate you, Lucien Delano, I thought, the hot tears rolling down my cheeks, and I hate this child you have put in me.
***