Liam O’Grady is a powerful loan shark and realtor, a man mixed in crime and an underground fighter, a King. Between them, his half-brother Finn St Just and he run the city of …, with the strength of their muscle and money power. The brothers are Dominants and they enjoy subjugating the women they take. And they have the habit of sharing a woman. But the jaded Liam knows that something is missing. He has turned thirty and he feels cynical, bored. Like a breath of fresh air, innocent young Bianca Cruz turns up at their doorstep, asking for help. The nineteen-year-old is trying to get her family free of the clutches of the evil Dean Nelson, who was also responsible for the death of her father. Liam agrees to help her, for he is intrigued by the young woman who is untouched and other-worldly, an innocent who appeals to his jaded self. It is like a jest to him, this chance to bed a girl who is totally inexperienced in the ways of his world. He along with his brother propose a deal with the desperate young woman. They will help her; they will even restore her father’s beloved bakery and hand it over to her. But the price is this: She will be their willing submissive for a year. & Does she cave in and accept their terms? And what will happen during this year to the girl who has no experience of men? Worse, what will happen to her at the end of the year? For Bianca is a sensitive young girl. And the men who will own her are experienced , hard-hearted and callous men who do not care for the women they bed…
View MoreLiam O’Grady is bored.
He looks down at the naked woman on her knees before him, a sophisticated socialite he has been shag*ing for a few months now. She is doing a very good job, he thinks, as she wriggles her skinny butt and looks up at him, begging for his approval. She has been a good little sub, he reflects as she sucks him hard, his thick member making her gag but she keeps on valiantly. And also because Liam has his large hand clamped on her head, holding her in place, unable to move. * Her pale behind is streaked with red, welts that his brother has laid across the skinny butt of the submissive they share. Finn St Just is a man who loves to mark his submissives, spanking them, using his belt on them… When she shudders, unable to breathe, Liam strokes her head and she continues happily. As he empties his load into her willing mouth, it’s more of a physical reaction. The desire is not there. With a sigh, he rises, smiling indulgently as she scrambles to her feet and grabs his arm, gasping, “Heath will be out during the weekend, Master. Shall we go somewhere?” She’s referring to her husband, the unfortunate Heath Douglas, who is unaware that his beautiful socialite wife is cuckolding him bigitme. Or maybe he knows. Liam O’Grady shrugs his powerful shoulders indifferently. & She bats her lashes coyly and adds, ‘Master Finn could come too if you wish.” The woman who had been s*cking his c*ck with such enthusiasm has been his submissive for the past few months. And yes, of course, the sub he has shared with his half-brother, Finn St Just. & They met at a kink club which Liam occasionally visited with his brother Finn St Just. The brothers have a habit of getting one woman to pleasure them. Both of them. Not something all women would be agreeable to, Finn had growled in his dour fashion but there have always been takers. & These days, however, Liam has felt that he wants something more than a submissive who gets onto her knees the minute he flicks his finger. He’s growing old, last month he turned thirty, he thinks pensively, scratching his powerfully muscled chest. And Finn, who is older by a year, also looks bored occasionally. Liam sighs; he wants, a small part of him, wants a home, a real woman… A woman waiting for him, and his brother of course; a home with kids…maybe? & He stops there, a cynical smile on his face. Any woman he took as his wife would have to agree to be shared with Finn. His half-brother. In bed. & That’s the code between them. His mother, Maggie had drilled it into him when he was a kid and Finn, older than him by a year, sat across the table, morose and dull, with his mop of dark golden hair. ‘You SHARE everything with your brother, Liam O’Grady,” she had said firmly, her hands on her large hips, her lovely face, creased in fat but still the kindest face ever, scowling at him. That was because on that occasion, he had refused to share his slice of shepherd’s pie with Finn. A hard knock on his head, a few harsh words and order was restored. His two-year-old self had agreed to his mother’s diktat. A lifelong commitment, as it turned out to be. & They grew up as thick as thieves, with Liam the hot-headed but astute one, the rough fighter on the streets, the leader; Finn his follower, protecting his brother’s back. Cool, but more of a man who kept to the background. If Liam O’Grady was light and charm, Finn St Just was the darkness, brooding, menacing. & Turned out their tastes in women were the same. So they agreed to an unusual arrangement. They shared their submissives. One woman at a time, with the both of them. No fuss, as Liam declared happily. Finn only grunted, his golden eyes glowing. But their submissives adored; nay worshipped them. And sometimes, they wept, they bawled when they were asked to leave. & Though what their long dead mother, Maggie O’Grady would have thought of the stuff her sons got up to in bed with one woman, would have scandalized her, he thinks. He pushes the thought away, aware that Helen Douglas is still looking at him, her heavily made-up face turned up to him, appealingly. & Liam O’Grady looks her in the eyes and says pleasantly, “I need to check, Helen.” And even as she stares after him, naked and confused, he has crossed to the bathroom door and shut it behind him firmly. He makes a call to his long-suffering secretary Diana Benz. “Boss?’ she asks in her sultry voice. Liam grins. Listening to her throaty, sexy drawl, no one would suspect her of being a sixty-year-old grandma. She sounds like a twenty-something hooker. ‘Helen Douglas’ he says and she sighs. her obvious infuriation is no mystery; he just finished severing a relationship with an upcoming journalist who was devastated when he dumped her. Poor old Benz, he thinks with a grin: she gets to do the hardest work!“Boss, give me a break. I just finished sending roses to Arpita Gandhi! The woman was bawling over the phone cos you dumped her!”
Liam grunts. He’s stepped into the shower and is not concerned about the women he has just used and discarded. They know the score, he tells himself shrugging. & Finn St Just looks around as his half-brother Liam O’Grady enters. Liam is freshly showered and smiling. Finn saw their shared sub of the moment, Helen Douglas, a senator’s secretary’s wife, being escorted off the grounds. She had been red-eyed and weeping, but Diana Benz had accompanied her to the car, like a caring grandma, and seen her off. He looks at his brother in exasperation. “Bro…?’ Liam holds up a hand. “I got to make some calls,” he winks at his brother as he strides off. &Sitting up and rubbing her eyes, Bianca glanced at the small, slim watch she wore, a gift from St Just.It showed the time to be around three in the morning. With a huge yawn, Bianca looked around.From where she sat, she could see Barry’s two men, armed and dangerous, standing at the door. Wide awake and on the job, she grinned to herself.It was time to go home, to cuddle baby Cian and snatch some sleep. But the atmosphere in the Casino was that of an undefinable alertness, an edgy sensation, even at this hour.The casino shimmered like a mirage against the night — all mirrored glass, golden chandeliers, and velvet shadows. Inside, the air was thick with perfume, cigar smoke, and the soft clatter of chips — the lullaby of the rich and damned. Even at 3 a.m., the place was alive: half-drunken oligarchs, sleek women in backless gowns, men in tailored tuxedos, dealers with weary smiles, and silent bodyguards watching from corners.At the VIP level, past the velvet rope and behind gold
Bianca walked into the Casino.She had chosen to go modern minimalist and was wearing a dress that sent out very clear signals. A structured white dress with sharp lines, off-the-shoulder, cinched at the waist with a metallic belt. No sparkle, no noise—just clean geometry and flawless fabric. Paired with nude heels and a simple clutch, she radiated power through restraint.Bianca Cruz meant business.Heads turned, whispers rose, but no one confronted the young woman, who was accompanied by the burly, tattooed biker and a couple of his men, all sending out dangerous signals.Smiling to herself, Bianca marched into Liam O’Grady’s office and sank down on the leather armchair. She noticed the small photograph on the table and dimpled. The four of them, Bianca in the centre with baby Cian, flanked by her Masters.O’Grady, the reformed rake, had his heart in the right place, alright she thought as she called for his secretary to come in. Beaming up into the startled woman’s face, she purr
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