Liam O’Grady’s large, fighter’s fists clenched and unclenched slowly as he took in the scene before him. His half-brother, Finn St Just sat on the bed, stark naked, and in his arms, settled comfortably on his lap, equally naked, was their pet. Bianca Cruz. She had turned to look at him, at the sound of the audible sharply drawn breath and the swear words he unleashed when he had walked in on them.Now she quickly rose to her feet and scooted behind St Just, pulling the bedcovers to hide her lush body.O’Grady stepped into the room, slamming the door behind him.‘What’s to hide, sl*t?” he jeered, hating himself for his words, but hating the look of panic, of fear and humiliation on Bianca’s flushed face as she lowered her head. His keen eyes took in her face, the shiner on her cheek, the eye that would be dark and puffy tomorrow and he noticed the long, deep marks on her arms, like someone had dragged their nails over her.She cowered, biting her lower lip and he wanted her even more
Liam O’Grady’s large, fighter’s fists clenched and unclenched slowly as he took in the scene before him. His half-brother, Finn St Just sat on the bed, stark naked, and in his arms, settled comfortably on his lap, equally naked, was their pet. Bianca Cruz. She had turned to look at him, at the sound of the audible sharply drawn breath and the swear words he unleashed when he had walked in on them.Now she quickly rose to her feet and scooted behind St Just, pulling the bedcovers to hide her lush body.O’Grady stepped into the room, slamming the door behind him.‘What’s to hide, sl*t?” he jeered, hating himself for his words, but hating the look of panic, of fear and humiliation on Bianca’s flushed face as she lowered her head. His keen eyes took in her face, the shiner on her cheek, the eye that would be dark and puffy tomorrow and he noticed the long, deep marks on her arms, like someone had dragged their nails over her.She cowered, biting her lower lip and he wanted her even more
Bianca When I woke, I was alone in my bed and I did not know whether to feel relieved or troubled. St Just had returned to his room saying that he thought I needed some privacy but all night long, I had been dreaming of a man with hair the color of the darkest night and eyes that were slashes of ice blue, a man whose touch had made me tremble and long for him. Sometime during the night, I came awake, the bedclothes wound around my legs, moaning. The sheets were damp with my perspiration although the room was cool.I felt myself and saw to my amazement, that I was wet, and there was a deep hollowness in my centre…I touched myself tentatively, my hips bucking as I imagined O’Grady on top of me and I sobbed his name as I came.Later, I rolled onto my side, and stared bleakly at the sky, watching it turn to a pale pearl grey as the morning crept in. I fell asleep to the soothing sound of birdsong, heartsore and unhappy.*When I drifted in, the next morning to the dining room, feeling
Liam O’Grady walked through his club which housed the gambling den. He frowned slightly as he saw the crowds. It was a weekday and so, many of the members were just trickling in. St Just who appeared at his elbow, looked around as they stood in the mezzanine surveying their kingdom.This was what they created, the two sons of old O’Grady, step by painful step. They had set up the loan shark business from scratch but the gambling dens were Liam O’Grady’s own baby, his brainchild. At one time, he had been faced with a huge financial crisis but with sheer grit, he had managed to turn it around and was now, the unrivalled head of all the wealthiest casinos in this part of the country.Liam O’Grady allowed himself to look around and admire the room, even as he critically studied it. It had been designed to look like a gothic mansion, with a high ceilinged foyer with an exquisite crystal chandelier he had had shipped in from Italy, that illuminated the huge room, with the paintings on the
Liam O’Grady stood, watching his little Pet. She looked breathtakingly, stunningly, desirable, her skin flushed pink and rosy, her eyes wide, the brown hair cascading down her back in heavy, gleaming waves. Damn, he thoguth, his erection more than half-mast now, she looked so inviting. But her mouth was pursed, plump lips drawn together as he folded her arms over her full breast, making him groan.F*ck, but she ahd no idea how erotically appealing the gesture was!*Then she began to say something, her eyes flashing fire at him, her throaty voice low , trembling with anger as she spoke,“Are you sure that there is no wife or irate fiancée lurking in the corridor who I should beware of? Someone who might leap from the bushes and beat me up? Again?’Her scorn and derision made her even more appealing and the big man, his feet wide apart, his arms loosely hanging by his side, the gun at his waist exposed as he moved, threw his head back and roared with laughter. She was so different fr
BiancaI began to go about my life, gathering my pride.Liam O’Grady had vanished and Finn St Just was also not to be seen. When at night, the storm blew and the wind howled as it rushed around the corridors of the huge house, I sat, curled in the middle of the bed, trying hard not to let my imagination run wild.What if O’Grady and St Just had moved on, and found another new Pet to keep them happy?Because I knew they had enough money to house as many women as they fancied, in palaces like this, all over the country.For I was under no illusion. I was no dazzling beauty; heck, I did not know the first thing about keeping a man happy! I had been a novice when it came to lovemaking. Had they decided I was too naïve and drifted away?And I had gotten a fair idea of them by now. Liam O’Grady was eh man who called the shots; St Just merely obeyed him.*Liam O’Grady was like a man on fire. His casino on the outskirts of the town had been functioning as a haven for those who did not wan
As the large car swept up the drive heading to the front porch, Liam O’Grady sat forward and stared in a reaction approaching disbelief. Finn St Just was watching, narrow-eyed as well.A figure was in the middle of the lawn, dancing in the rain in abandon, with grace and fulsome enthusiasm, her arms thrown up, face turned the rain.Bianca Cruz.Her white T-shirt was plastered to her body, revealing her curves, the shorts she wore clinging to her thighs. And with her lovely oval face turned up to the rain, her heavy brown hair clinging like a sheet to her curvaceous body, she looked like an ethereal spirit, a water nymph, swept up in the magic of the moment, relishing the rain…St Just smiled slowly, his firm mouth turning up at the corners. He had never seen such a sight in his whole life, he mused, as he watched, unable to take his eyes off the figure, for the girl seemed utterly oblivious to the car which had come to a halt on the porch. True, it was raining and she seemed to be lo
ianca I sat, my mouth like an O.St Just had brought me to the basement and I stood, shocked and trembling, beside him as he pointed out the various instruments of torture in the large room. The walls had curtains of red damask which added to the sinister atmosphere of the room.I turned to St Just, my palms sweaty and damp as I whispered, frankly,“I’m…scared,” I whispered and he smiled, his charming lop-sided smile.He pulled my hand and led me to a variety of whips and strange-looking implements that made me shudder just to look at them.“This evening,” he went on pleasantly, “I shall just spank you, little one.”He said it like he was speaking about the menu for the evening and I went hot and cold all over.My parents had never raised their hand to me when I was growing up; as for Heather, she was too soft and mild to say boo to a goose!Spanked???*I shuddered and he pulled me to his hard body and kissed me, an exploring kiss that made me cling to him although I realized with s
They arrived at Hollowford late in the evening. Bianca had been on edge all day, waiting to meet her sister.And of course, her Masters…She blushed as her mind wandered over the different things they would do to her; with her full consent, of course, for both O’Grady and St Just had never ill-used her. They cared for her feelings, as was obvious with how they had stepped forward to rescue Anna. Serena Kingston, who had proved to be surprisingly friendly, for all her tough exterior, had described how the siblings had taken Cahill off guard. Bianca had felt her heart pounding as she listened.Earlier, Proserpina had wisely declared that Anna could stay the night here, at the mansion, before returning to the hospital the next morning.”Hospitals have visiting hours,” she pointed out gently and Binaca sighed. True. Her stepmother needed to rest, as her Italian beau had pointed out in the afternoon, a little reproachfully. For Heather had been so relived, she had wept a lot, till the nur
The next morning, Bianca arrived at the hospital. She had been over the moon with the news, bursting to tell Heather and when she met Proserpina at breakfast, she blurted,“Please, can I stop by the hospital? I want to meet my mother…”The look of undiminished joy on her face made Proserpina smile. But thinking of how the sister had behaved cruelly to Bianca, Proserpina paused, thinking. The Don’s wife had a meeting with her academic team later in the morning and she was dressed to leave for it in a simple skirt suit. Bianca thought that the woman looked gorgeous in a burgundy twill wide lapel suit. She had a curvy figure and the skirt dramatically clung to her hips.But Proserpina had been thinking. The protective mother hen in her reared it’s head.“I’ll get Serena to come with you,” she said, after some thought, because Serena was between work at the moment and was expected to join them for lunch at the mansion in the afternoon.Proserpina found her much easier to get along with t
Bianca had not slept all night long. Sitting in the armchair beside the long French windows in her room, she stared out at the beautiful rolling lawns and the small fairy lights scattered around them and sighed.What was happening to Anna?And her Masters…?When the phone rang, she jumped up and ran to the bed where she had left it .O’Grady’s face appeared on the screen, as handsome and vital as ever, his black hair mussed, eyes gleaming.His expression said it all and, in that instant, she knew that her sister had been saved by the men she loved.She was already crying in happiness as he spoke, gently, his voice reaching out to caress her,“Bianca, lass…”He sounded like honey and she leant against the wall, looking at him. “Here’s someone who wants to see you,” he added and turned his charm on the person sitting beside him.ANNA!!!Biaca almost screamed in joy.Her sister was sobbing openly, her face bruised, looking haggard and pale . But she was alive!!Bianca managed to say so
The atmosphere on the airfield was tense; Serena Kingston was out of the car, ignoring the rain as she got into position, her army training kicking into place as she tried to figure out how to shoot the man without harming the girl. Louis Delano was beside her, cocking his gun, a feeling of desperation rising in him. Any false movement might trigger off the frantic man who had his gun on the unfortunate child. Anna was sagging, unable to stand, her head lolling back. Drugged, thought Van Dyke. For Joe Cahill, the rain streaming down, over his head, down his long black raincoat, had hauled the poor child up and was using her as a shield, his gun to her temple.The large Jeep had pulled to an abrupt stop and men tumbled out. The blonde, lean St Just, his gun in his hand was running forward as he shouted, his voice faint over the sound of the rain.“Cahill, Joe! Man, don’t do this!”And then as Cahill shook his head and yelled,“Stop right there, St Just, or I shall shoot this little c*
roserpina, who had emerged from the kitchen, with a bowl of food in her hands, quickly shot her daughter, the only one who resembled her, a quelling look.“Jamie! Don’t talk to our guests like that!”And handing the bowl to Karina who had entered behind her, she glided over to Bianca and said,“Come child, you can sit beside me.”Bianca felt close to tears but Tara had come up beside her and sank onto a chair, reaching out to her comfortingly.‘No Mamma. She can sit here, with Karina and me,” said the young woman.Proserpina, who had been bending over her husband, serving him some food, looked up, her wide brown eyes puzzled. Then she nodded. Sitting beside the Don on a good day had a detrimental effect on one’s appetite. And this child was distraught! Proserpina’s place was always on the right-hand side of her husband. She would be under the Don’s silent scrutiny and it would make her feel horrible!The Don’s sharp grey eyes, which reminded Bianca of glaciers, had been following the
The huge giant, Alexander Van Dyke had come up behind O’Grady. He had heard every word and his velvety voice growled,“Which girl?”St Just gripped his brother’s arm as the Irishman sought confirmation from the hard-faced Serena Kingston.She flipped her red ponytail over her shoulder as she said, addressing Louis,“I’m off. I’ll follow him.”And she was running to her Subaru, heedless of the rain which had increased. One of Louis' men joined her at the Delano scion’s nod.Louis Delano turned to O’Grady.“Claude got a tip-off from one of his Bratva men. Cahill had kept the girl on a schooner in another area. Not here.” He indicated the large liner which was now swarming with SWAT operatives. The FBI had also been alerted for it was a major international issue. There were apparently women from countries in the Far East, who were being used as captive sex slaves.Gunshots sounded and they could hear men shouting, and women screaming over the drumming of the rain.Van Dyke was watching
It was to be a big operation, the police chief had growled, apprehensive as he looked at the cruise liner that was preparing to leave, having applied for clearance from the port authorities the previous evening.Lucien Delano had snapped his fingers and the Governor had acted at once, pulling out all the stops to prevent the luxury liner from sailing away.It was raining now, a light, annoying drizzle and O’Grady, who had been instructed to stay in the background, for his was a noticeable face, with his reputation sticking out a mile before him. As the owner of the chain of Casinos in the area and a boxer of some repute, along with his playboy tag, the reporters would have a field day if he was noticed.The burly Irishman had bristled but his brother had shot him a warning look. It appeared that Serena Kingston and Louis were working in tandem with the Bratva here, for Claude Delano and his brother had been the ones to leave the car and talk to the police chief. The shorter thickset
Lucien Delano stopped as he watched his Woman, hurry towards him. Proserpina, the girl he had taken as his mistress when she was just eighteen, the woman who had weathered so many storms with him.The Woman he had grown to love, whom he cherished.She still made him grow hard, just by appearing before him, her Bambi brown eyes wide and trusting, those plump lips, moist and parted; and the body of a Siren.She was hurrying to him, for he always insisted that he met her in the hall before he proceeded to his study. James Schwartz, who had entered behind him, grinned, a debonair older man now, but still strikingly handsomely.Now his friend, murmured gently,“Looks like our hen has something important to say to you, mate,” he said as he grinned at Proserpina, who dimpled at him affectionately.Handsome Schwartz had been his Underboss and best friend for decades now and the mutual respect they had for each other was a sign of their relationship. The debonair Schwartz, who had seen all t
It was dinner time, but the Mafia Don had not arrived. His lovely wife stood, biting her lower lip, glancing at the clock before she turned to her daughter Tara, who was cheerfully munching on a peanut jelly sandwich at the breakfast bar.‘Tara, darling, round up the little ones, please. And Bianca, would you like to help her?”The words were spoken sweetly but Bianca guessed that it was Proserpina’s way of suggesting that she move out of the kitchen and stop behaving like a lost ghost.With a baby latched to her hip, the Mafia don’s wife came forward and gently stroked Bianca’s hair as she said,‘Your men …I will see that they are contacted. But I would like you to stay here for a few days.”And as Bianca opened her mouth to protest, her alarm over Anna overriding her caution, the beautiful woman went on, softly,“I was kidnapped and kept a prisoner for months. Lucien and Melissa’s husband sought me out and brought me back home.”With a soft smile, she took Bianca’s arm, guiding her