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 fcked in the open, under the stars.

Proserpina raise her hand to lightly brush her fingers against her breast, where the ...