Chapter 442. The Don Promises

Proserpina

I shook my head.

‘James is a dear friend but he has two women in his life now, Aiyana and Maja.’ I went on as my lover’s hirsute chest with the firm muscles loomed infront of me and I swallowed in trepidation, nervous at the beaast I had unleashed.

It had been a long time since we made love, if the fierce, urgent coupling we entered into, wild and abandoned, could be called lovemaking; and my body was already waiting to have him claim me roughly, the way he always did, for tenderness was a quality no one could associate even remotely, with Lucien Delano.

But two could play the same game, I thought.

I began to unbutton my shirt, seductively and saw his eyes gleam, the way his body went still. His manhood reared up, stiff and thick.

I swallowed and then said in a husky whisper,

“Will you give me your word, Lucien Delano? That the child we created will be the one who will fight on the Opening Day? And not you?’