Chapter 102 Recoil

• As Lucien Delano strode along the corridor, accompanied by his Woman and the men who had formed a protective circle around them, they saw the door to eh private arbor open. It housed the rose garden which the Don had specifically created for his Woman, a replica of the one they had in their mansion, where he used to arrange for her to meet him at midnight, to be f*cked in the open, under the stars.
• Proserpina raise her hand to lightly brush her fingers against her breast, where the beard burn of her Master’s stubble was evident. He had made fierce love right there, earlier in the evening and she blushed as she recalled how he had snarled,
• “Not a f*cking sound, my little bi*ch, your Master is going to hammer your little wet pus*y now.” She had nodded blindly, her hands bound, her legs splayed as he thrust into her. And she had moaned, sinking her teeth into his strong wrist as he held her down, loving the way he took her, this strong, powerfully built man. That he could still excite her with a look, a word, a touch, was a mystery to everyone who knew them, for Lucien was past sixty. But as virile as he had been in his prime, she thought, as she felt the wetness between her thighs. Just thinking of him made her wet, thought Proserpina drily.