LOGINThe Masters had had an idea.They lifted the Pet, and took her to the balcony.Daylight was streaming in through the canopy of trees surrounding them, for the Indian palace, as it was dubbed by the staff, was hidden behind a rich collection of foliage. Bianca had marvelled at the various species of flora and fauna around them. Now she gaped at the exotic trees surrounding them, the thick trunks of tropical trees like the jackfruit and coconut, the mango and other trees she had not really seen before in her life. And the ivy trailing the thick solid trucks, making it near impossible for any curious human eyes to see what was going on in the small palace.Suddenly, she became aware that her Masters were stripping and she was also naked. Bianca looked around herself, alarmed.They had been talking about how the Mafia Don enjoyed showing his control over his Woman by making fierce, rough love to her on the balcony of their penthouse suite here in Shangri La. Bianca’s Master's had describ
Later, she sighed and thought that it had been the most fulfilling night of her life.Her Masters did not push her; they took their time, making love to her, her pleasure being their motive, as the Irishman grunted once as he watched his sibling s*ck Bianca’s clit, his tongue slipping in and out of the Pet’s drenched core, leaving her helpless as she gripped St Just’s blonde hair and moaned feverishly, hips rocking in elation.The tawny-eyed man looked up at her, his face shining in delight as he grunted,“Ah, Irish, she’s sweet, is our Pet.”The Irishman shoved his brother away from between Bianca’s legs and, taking his place, immediately set to work on Bianca, leaving her thrumming in need, even as she exploded, again and again.The Pet whimpered, drained as she was, with the way her Masters were making her come, repeatedly.But she was powerless before them. And when they straddled her, one after the other, she was eager to pleasure them …It was only later that she realised that h
Later, Bianca wondered how she had eaten. She had no recollection, for her entire attention was on her Master, who made her feel like she was the most precious, the most exquisite being in the world.They fed her, although she blushed and demurred; they held her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist, and generally made her forget everything but the two men in front of her.At one point, St Just leaned to her and said, “Cherie, shall we leave? Have you had enough? ”She looked at him, grateful for his understanding as the Irishman rose and helped her out of her chair.“I can manage …” she began, but the Irishman silenced her with a gentle, reproving look.“Lassie,” he said, and she melted at the love on his face, his voice soft with adoration. Then, they led her away, out of the large dining hall, uncaring as people stopped to watch their progress.Bianca walked slowly with her Masters on either side of her, their arms around her, as they escorted her to the escalator.“We’ve booked
Bianca wet her lips as she, along with her Master's, watched the graceful, curvaceous figure of Proserpina Delano leave the restaurant, her husband, the Mafia Don, walking closely behind her. The Don’s Woman laughed, tossing her head and acknowledging the people on the way, the servants, the guests, while her husband loomed behind her darkly, a large hand on her waist, guiding her to the corridor, firmly.It was clear that he resented having to share her, even the smiles she bestowed on the people around her. And of course, the admiring looks that followed in their wake must have set him off further. Bianca saw the way the big man’s shoulders tensed, the way he gripped his Woman’s arm as he tried to hustle her out quickly.*As they disappeared, O’Grady sighed. Like everyone else, he had seen the latent look of hunger on every man’s face as the Don walked his Woman away.The Mafia Don had looked determined and O’Grady smiled; he had had the look of a man who was about to have a feast
Bianca and her Masters had settled to dinner at a table at the swanky restaurant, which was called Captain’s. It was one of the nine in-house restaurants within the Shangri-La grounds.It was also the latest one, started by Dominick Delano, and Bianca knew the young man desperately wanted it to succeed. During a casual conversation, Serena Kingston spoke about how Rani and Dom were anxious to see that the Mafia Don appreciated how hard Dom was working to get a name in the field of restaurateurs.The Mafia Don had been openly sceptical, scornful even, of his son’s choice to branch out and perfect his culinary skills, as opposed to his other siblings, who had all been absorbed into the Delano mob, in some way or the other.While Louis and Rudy were the enforcers, bringing justice using their fists, the Capo and Jack Lord were also equally involved in the mob business.As for Ria, she was in charge of the accounts for all the operations under the Delano umbrella, and Jamie was also waiti
The Delanos did not celebrate.Just another quiet, if you could call the shrill sounds of children scampering, of babies wailing and of laughter as the siblings sat at the large dining table , with their spouses and partners, sharing a meal. Silence only descends upon the room when the Mafia Don walked in, his grey head and his keen look going across the room, searching for his Woman.“Woman!” he bellowed, displeased at not seeing her and Tara sighed as she rushed in from the kitchen.“Mumma’s just plating your favourite dessert, she’ll join in a minute,” she explained to her clearly disgruntled father.Proserpina emerged a minute late, her face flushed and pink, dressed in a simple Indian outfit.He took a sharp breath as he studied her, rocking on his heels. Proserpina had the kind of beauty that does not need anything loud.She was dressed for comfort, but there’s an instinctive elegance in the way she carries it.A soft, well-worn cotton kurta in a muted shade of dusty rose fell l
The Mafia Don’s craggy handsome face was hard as he looked into his Woman’s flushed face. She was upset, he thought with a pang, knowing, before she parted her plump lips, that he would agree to whatever she asked him, no matter how outlandish. He just wanted to erase the frown of worry, the look o
Piers sat back, his head aching. His father could still throw a fantastic punch, even at this age, that was something he could vouch for, he thought grimly. Hila strolled into the room, puffing away on a cigarette. It was a habit she indulged in whenever she was stressed and seeing her husband fac
Gabriela Perez was an angry woman.She knew she had lost Lucien Delano years ago when he had made it clear that she was just a body to pleasure him; his heart was firmly anchored with his wife, the young woman who had by now, borne him ten children. Her lips twisted in disgust. Ten children. The
Serena Kingston glanced over at Bianca Cruz who had been brought to the Delano mansion after the attack on Proserpina Delano.All hell had broken loose at the soup kitchen premises. The mysterious woman named Gabriela, who had brazenly breached their security detail and threatened and harmed the Ma







