He did not want to share, and he squeezed her rounded ar*e, slapping it hard and, startling her as he growled,”Wait till I’m done with you, my greedy little sl*t,” and he bent his mouth to her lips, plump and swollen. His kiss was exacting, punishing and she gripped his hair as she trembled and rode him obediently.O’Grady was forceful and she moaned as she felt him hit a sensitive spot in her, the G-spot, which made her arch her back in helpless surrender. He immediately clamped his mouth on her full breasts, his teeth grazing her nubs and she screamed as she came.He held her waist, his member hard, his balls tightening painfully.Jaysus, but the girl was like dynamite and he could not have enough of her, he thought, unable to tear his eyes off the vision in his arms. His sweaty hands moved over her waist, her breasts and she sobbed.“My name, Pet,” he urged and she flickered a look at him helplessly.“Liam…Maser O’Grady…” and then, her wetness was flooding him, covering his balls
It was business as usual the next morning although Bianca felt sore and well-used. She lay curled on the couch, watching her men leave. St Just left first, kissing her hair before going.“Rest well, Pet,” he smiled, his golden eyes keen as they assessed her. She smiled up at him as he kissed her. They had all had breakfast together, bagels that Barry had got them from a place nearby. And coffee, because St Just had drily declared that if O’Grady was about to make the coffee, he was out of the door. Leaning into O’Grady’s chest, Bianca giggled, her feet tucked under her modestly and the Irishman had pretended to be furious.After his brother left, O’Grady dawdled for a while longer. The sight of the Pet, scrubbed and demure, her long T-shirt reaching her knees, made him want to tarry, to stay with her, and he reached for her again. Bianca looked at him, her soul in her eyes and he felt something, a sudden rush of an unknown emotion.*O’Grady swore as his mouth sought her lips again.F
BiancaShe waited till O’Grady had left, in his usual Alpha male way, she thought with a smile. Stuffing his gun in his holster, looking at her with a wink, then striding out , after bestowing a quick hard kiss on her mouth, leaving behind the aroma of his masculinity and his citrusy cologne.And an aching sense of loss.Bianca stood at the window, watching him leave, getting into the large black SUV that had rolled up to the kerb. And then, he was gone.She decided to go to work. There was no point in hanging around, mooning around like a love sick calf.Changing into a simple shirt and trousers, she dragged on a hoodie and stepped out o the bedroom. Big Barry , who had been watching TV in the front room after O’Grady left, turned to look at her in some surprise.“You feelin’ upto work, kid?” he asked and she dimpled. Getting sick had meant she had got to know Barry and his old lady, Sylvie well.She nodded and shrugged.“I’d get dead bored staying home, Barry,” she said.He studied
O’GradyHe smiled at the buck-naked woman who was lying beside him, trying to cuddle up to him. Barbara Watermann was beautiful, if you took into consideration the fact that multiple surgeries had helped her to continue to look young.Her breasts, small and pert, did not sag, because of surgery, there were no lines on her face, not even laugh lines and O’Grady thought of Bianca, her dimples and her youthfulness. He had ended up in bed with Barbara; naturally, once she figured that he was no longer with Paige Hardy, she had been like a homing pigeon, hell-bent on getting him into bed, to trap him into marriage in the future.So when she turned up at his office and dragged him out for lunch he had not resisted her strongly when lunch had ended up as a bedtime thing. St Just had not been there and he had not sounded too keen on meeting Barbara for lunch. And the woman in question had also been disinterested in seeing St Just. He was too damned cold and all seeing at times, unlike O’Grady
St Just looked up as his brother walked in.He had been working, frowning over some calculations that had just come in. Something was wrong again. They were expanding at the rate of knots, buying up a new place in Hollowford and now, this. He tapped the paper thoughtfully. He would get a copy of this, run it through with Bianca and decide what to do. But something about his brother's demeanour was off.Looking at O’Grady, he sighed. The man was such a softie when it came to women. He had been to lunch, presumably, with that shark, Barbara Watermann. Finn St Just had taken an instant dislike to her and after one session of f*cking her along with his brother, he had stopped. He made polite excuses and refused to join them. He knew a woman with an agenda and if O’Grady was stupid enough not to see it, well, what could one do?The woman had made it clear. Once she was Mrs O’ Grady, the wife of the most powerful man in this part of the woods, she would see that St Just was booted out. As s
Bianca stepped out, arm in arm with Mal. It was cold, she thought and was glad that she had worn her hoodie. It had been a fun evening, listening to the guys laughing and poking fun at Nash, who had brought his rather straight-laced girlfriend along. He was besotted with Amy Lester, the girl who sat primly beside Nash and the other young men in the group had teased Nash over his devotion to the brunette. It had been light-hearted and after a meal of fries and burgers, they were all ready to call it a day.Bianca had sipped on a coke all evening. She did not enjoy drinking and besides, she was driving, as she explained. Mal had been her chatty self, a little woozy from drink and when the last round was done, Bianca glanced at her watch. It was late, she thought with a dimpled smile.St Just had seen her message, she knew that and now, as she made her way to the door of the pub, she noticed that Amy Lester had not brought a warm coat with her. They were going to ride home on Nash’s bile
For a long moment, Liam O’Grady stood still, battling with shock and outrage. Had she just challenged HIM?The little Pet had thrown his words back at him, denting his pride, his ego. She had held up the mirror to him and he was not sure he liked what he saw. But the feeling of being in the wrong disturbed him and he flew into a rage. And suddenly, O’Grady was hell-bent on punishing her for making him see the truth. With an oath, he brought his mouth crashing on hers, hard and punishing.She resisted, refusing to part her lips and he bit her lower lip hard, causing her to give a strangled gasp. His tongue thrust in, his lower body rubbing against hers, making her aware of his erection, hard and forceful, pressing into her. The Mafia man’s hands dug into her waist, one hand going to a large, soft breast, kneading it, pinching her thick nipple, making her quiver in unwilling excitement. He raised his head, his eyes glittering as he growled in fury,“How many men did you f*ck, wh*re? Wer
Lucien DelanoThe powerfully built Mafia Don looked at his son, Claude who had walked into the room and stood, looking a little chagrined. Proserpina, as sensuous as ever, was sitting beside her husband, their bodies close to each other as the youngest twins played on the carpet at their feet. The Mafia Don had pulled her onto his lap and had been kissing her fervently before his son walked in.The Mafia Don was taking things easy now; Piers handled the major part of the mob work with the able support of Philippe and Louis. Dominik’s restaurant had taken off and was doing great. He had been up earlier, asking his brothers for advice about setting up another café in town. Still finding it difficult to reconcile himself to the fact that his son was neither interested in fighting nor in the Mafia business, the Mafia Don had snorted derisively but his Woman had looked at him pleadingly and he had kept his peace. Now Claude stood before him and Lucien sighed.His son might be older, and th
It had been a very relieved Wasim who was dragged out from the elevator, bruised and moaning, threatening to bring the law against the good ladies who looked flushed with pride.“I know my rights, you coffin dodger,” yelled the plump woman who had told Bianca her name was Laura.Van Dyke, who had rushed in, expecting to drag a crazed Wasim and tackle him, to save his friend’s pregnant girlfriend, was taken by surprise. As for Liam O’Grady, he was torn between relief and anger. And, if he was honest, he was also finding it difficult to keep a straight face.“Your little lady doesn’t need saving,” drawled Van Dyke as he watched the Irishman help Bianca to scramble to her feet and step out of the elevator.Bianca, who was exchanging smiles and speaking to the plump lady who had been with her during the encounter, spun around at his words.She glared at Van Dyke and suddenly, he knew what his friend found fascinating about the young woman with her cascading brown hair and her flashing bro
Bianca had been looking for a chance to strike.I won’t give up without a fight, she told herself determinedly.Her hand felt sweaty as she held the pen tightly in her left hand. The assassin, Wasim, was getting increasingly agitated. His eyes went to the elevator numbers above the door, as they flashed swiftly. He held the knife to Bianca’s throat and wished he was out of the elevator. Bianca glanced at the plump woman who was clutching her bag and looking terrified. She winked at the woman.It was just a quick flutter of her eyelids.Luckily, the woman seemed to get the message.She opened her mouth and screamed.*Wasim, the would-be assailant, was taken by surprise. He had never killed a person, had only been a pimp. Suddenly, faced with two women who were not behaving like scared biddies, he yelled,“SHUT TEHF*CK UP!”As he shifted, Bianca saw her chance.She thrust her pen, nib first, into his crotch, praying that she had hurt him.The fierceness and suddenness of her assault to
Gabriela Perez was in the car, careening down the road. She had underestimated the autistic boy’s expertise, she thought grimly, as she gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles white. She had not waited for her lover’s brothers to come to her aid; they were fools, pus*ies, she thought contemptuously as she raced down the road.Her hitman had got to the hospital where Liam O’Grady and his brother, the sick fellow, were staying. The man she had sent, Wahid, was a druggie, a youth who had become a pimp and was now too far gone to disobey her. He had managed to capture the girl, the one who was the common lover of both the Irishman and his brother. Inspite of herself, Gabriela smirked.She would make a good sale on the dark net, by parading this young chit. Because Gabriela Perez did not doubt for a minute, that she would be back in business by the end of the week. The former Dominatrix had arranged for a vehicle to meet her and arrange for her transport to Mexico.Suddenly, she screamed
The man in the little lift was wearing a balaclava and Bianca felt her body grow stiff with tension. The plump woman beside her squealed in fright as she stared at the man, whose black eyes, beady and dead-looking, glared at her.The man suddenly brandished a knife and grabbed Bianca by the arm, propelling her forwards, into him. “Silence!” he growled in a thick Middle Eastern accent and Bianca winced. He stank of stale sweat and something else; drugs probably, she thought, her heart pounding. The plump woman with the large brown handbag was cowering, her hand on her mouth, blue eyes wide and terrified.All of a sudden, Bianca wished she had waited for O’Grady before storming out, but she had been so hungry…*Lucien Delano held his Woman’s trembling body to his as she wept. A deep sadness engulfed him as he listened to her sobbing.He had failed her repeatedly. But he could not envision a life without this little woman, with her large, loving heart, her wide smile, the sensuality in
Gabriela’s voice came over the amplifiers for Hila and Piers’ men had set up the system to record and amplify the sound. Paddy was seated in a corner, his nose red, tapping away on his keyboard quickly as he tried to detect where the call was originating from. The young man had been extremely disturbed on hearing about his beloved Proserpina’s situation and had been weeping silently in a corner.“Hello my love,” breathed Gabriela and Lucien felt a slow burning rage begin in his chest.“Ah, you are angry, aren’t you my love? Like in the old days when we f*cked like rabbits, my Don. Remember how you used to hold my head down while you…”Lucien Delano realised that she was playing with his mind. She was setting out to humiliate him before the people here, knowing full well that the call must be on speaker, that his family must be listening to every word.Serena glanced at Louis and placed a restraining hand on his hard, muscled arm.“No,” she mouthed silently as her fiancé clenched his f
Jamal Khan had been able to get a job as a lowly assistant gardener on the sprawling Delano estate after a long wait. He had been groomed by Gabriela’s men. The fact that he was also a druggie, heavily dependent upon ‘the juice’, as he called the drugs he took, having picked up the term from his stint with ex-cons, only aided the Perez mob.They had used men like him to launch similar attacks before this and the fact that he knew he might die, did not really affect the gaunt-faced, hollow-eyed tall man. He had been given the task of remote controlling the drone, having helped the men who hid outside the heavily guarded compound wall, to get the small, yet lethal drone into the grounds.It was not difficult to find him, he was zoned out and about to inject himself with a lethal, intoxicating dose of his drug of choice, when Beston’s men leapt upon him.*Lucien was beside himself with rage and worry. Piers had burst into the room on hearing the sound of the firing and had been the fir
O’Grady was in his gym at home, practising when Bianca came down, wrapped in her robe. She looked wan and he sensed that she had not slept well. She had a mug of sweet tea in her hands and he stopped punching, just to look at her. Her hair floated around her face and she looked so incredibly young, he thought, his shaft hardening, despite the fact that he was sweating like a pig and had been going at it for half an hour now. His trainer, Jeb Walderman, looked around and grinned at Bianca. She dimpled shyly and sank on the steps, holding her mug in both hands.“Babe, I’ll join you in a moment,” yelled O’Grady, disconcerted to see the look on Jeb’s face. It was not that he felt insecure; heck, Jeb had a beautiful wife named Cherry and two adorable little daughters. The coach adored his little family. But his openly admiring look annoyed O’Grady.Bianca sent her Master a look and then rose, saying “I just wanted to remind you, O’Grady. We need to be at the hospital in an hour.”She turne
The burly Irishman and the woman he loved slept in each other’s arms, and Bianca lay, snuggled and safe as she thought of St Just. He had looked so thin, emaciated even, as he lay in the ICU. Although the two of them had wanted to stay at the hospital all night, the doctors had dissuaded them.“Mrs O’Grady,” said the matron, indicating Bianca and failing to see the blush on Bianca’s face at the words,” She’s pregnant and needs her rest, Sir.”O’Grady had smiled wolfishly, looking dark and dangerous as he nodded, his eyes gleaming as he looked at the blushing girl beside him.“Ah, lass, you’re right,” he drawled.Later, as they were riding home, he held her to his body and murmured,” We need to make an honest woman of you, Bianca Cruz before the babe comes out.”She shuddered at his choice of words but he prevented any retort by kissing her soundly and she subsided.Now they were snuggled in bed, thinking of St Just.She sighed and O’Grady grunted questioningly.Bianca rubbed his stub
St Just had been put on a ventilator as soon as the doctors arrived. When he emerged form the surgery, he was deeply sedated. The doctor surveyed O’Grady and Bianca grimly as he said, ‘We can’t conduct the tests today, I’m afraid.”He sighed and spoke, almost to himself,“It’s out of the question.”O’Grady rubbed the back of his head, pacing wrathfully. Bianca stood, small and silent, staring at the doctor, an unspoken plea in her large, liquid brown eyes.“Let’s wait, eh?” and he clapped Bianca on her shoulder in a fatherly way before striding away.O’Grady came close, muttering things about ‘unfeeling bas*ard doctors’ and ‘blo*dy fool hospitals.’She said nothing, just sank into a seat, leaning back, her small hand over her slightly swollen belly. Bianca imagined she could feel the hardness of her stomach and almost jumped out of her skin as a larger hand descended, clamping down over hers, warm and reassuring.The familiar musk of O’Grady surrounded her as he leaned into her and sa