Chapter 105. Islands in the Stream

Lucien

When the cars drew up escorting his woman, it was past midnight.

Proserpina smiled as she stepped out daintily. She felt like she was in a reverse Cinderella situation!

And then, her breath caught as she saw him.

Illuminated by the lights on the porch, there stood her big, muscular husband. He was dressed in a charcoal grey formal suit, a tumbler in his hands, his men about him, hovering discreetly.

Yet even from this distance, she could feel his searing gaze upon her, the intensity of his eyes as he devoured her.

Her womanhood clenched in longing as she took in the virile, powerful stance of the man who owned her, body and soul.

But the waves of desire, of longing came crashing at her and she felt a longing to rush to him and throw her arms around his neck, to kiss him and surrender to him mindlessly.

But Proserpina did nothing of the sort.

Swinging her hips in the naturally seductive way she had, she too