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 ...