Louis Delano looked at his unofficial girlfriend, and a surge of emotion hit him, straight in his groin.Serena King, with her flaming red hair tied back in a high ponytail, never failed to make his senses quicken. He had run into her at a bar when he had visited the place along with a group of randy friends. They had been celebrating one of the men’s pre-wedding blues and were a drunk, riotous lot. Across the smoky bar, he had noticed the tall, lithe woman in her long biker boots and black jacket, flaming red hair hanging to her shoulders, drinking alone. Settled on a bar stool comfortably, she had been staring into her drink when one of the men with him had sauntered over to the bar and beamed at her.Harry Wise was an idiot on the best of the days and when he was sloshed, he was just a pain.“Care to join us, lady?” he had asked the woman who had turned to look up. Louis, watching from afar, had felt his breath leave his body in a whoosh. She had striking eyes, pale grey and a scar
Bianca was dreaming. O’Grady was holding her, his arms around her as he kissed her deeply and she moaned softly, giving in to him, She was naked, and so was he and her fingers trailed lovingly across his hirsute chest, on his flat nipples and she teasingly squeezed one lightly. He grunted and she felt his member, thick and hard, the tip dripping wet with pre-cum as he shifted.“Ah, lass. You are asking for punishment,” he growled and she giggled against his jaw.Another pair of hands joined in the stroking but then, Master St Just spoke, his voice clipped.“On your hands and knees, Pet. Suck my c*ck.”He slapped her full A*se cheek hard for emphasis and with a little squeal, Bianca slid off O’Grady’s lap and positioned herself on the bed.“The floor, slave,” he growled and she saw that he had a whip in his hands. Sliding off the bd quickly, she positioned herself, her breath coming in gasps. He appeared before her sitting on the couch comfortably.‘Crawl to me, Pet,” he said in a purr
He sat up and swung his legs to the side, as he switched on the night light. Proserpina was awake too, and she was lying on her side, propped on an elbow, her full breasts revealed as she watched her husband, wide-eyed.He rolled back and pulled her to him, fondling a thick nipple as he spoke to his son,“The f*ck do you want?”“Pa…Sir…” Louis went on hesitantly,” Serena has …”His father swore violently and Proserpina whimpered as his fingers twisted her nipple cruelly.She sank her teeth into his shoulder in retaliation, trying vainly to wriggle out of his grasp. He flung a thick leg over her waist and she glared at him helplessly...“What does that ginger-headed girl have to say now?” snarled the Boss who secretly admired Serena for her no-nonsense approach to things. A good one to keep our flighty Louis in line, he had told his Woman who had arched her brows and studied him in silence, her full lips widening into a teasing smile. Unlike you? She seemed to say.Sweating nervously
Bianca stood, horror-stricken, wondering how her world had come crashing down. She took a deep breath, trying to assimilate her thoughts, to speak-but there was a loud pounding in her ears.She stepped to Beth, but her sister was furious. The younger girl struck her hand away fiercely, hard, and Bianca wobbled, falling back.“I’m calling Mom, “snapped Beth, tears running down her cheeks and she shoved Bianca aside and stomped out.The shocked young woman could hear her sister scream,‘You put her away in an institution because you wanted to be a wh*re, isn’t that right you disgusting sl*t?”Bianca flew after her but Beth shut the door in her face, effectively locking her out. Bianca sank to the floor, sobbing as she heard Beth from the other side of the bathroom door. Her sister was also sobbing as she spoke and the young woman, leaning against the door, helplessly pounding her fists, heard Beth.“…Anna kidnapped…Bianca’s fault…SHE’S BECOME A WH*RE, MOM! A FUC*ING GANGSTER’S MOLL!!!”
Bianca turned at the sound of the soft, kind voice. She was sobbing uncontrollably for what had taken place in the hospital room had driven her to the depths of despair.Beth had gotten there before Bianca. Holding her mother’s hands, Beth had hissed,‘Get OUT, you dirty wh*re, you!” and then, when Bianca had faltered, holding the door for support, for Heather was unconscious, her sister, still a teenager, had risen and stormed over to her, slapping her hard across the face.“Isn’t this enough for you?” Beth had screamed as Bianca cupped her cheek in shock.“Haven’t you done enough damage? “And gripping Bianca’s hair, she had shouted,“Where’s my sister, you bit*h, where is she?” and then; slapping the shocked Bianca again, she went on, even as the nurses rushed in.“YOU! You are responsible for this- my poor mother …”Someone had stepped forward and pulled Beth away as Bianca stood, oblivious to the hurt.The physical hurt, yes, she could accept that…but blaming her?Hysterically, sh
Bianca stared as she climbed the marble steps to the large entrance of the palatial house they had arrived at. The women in the car had been murmuring in quiet whispers throughout the journey, but no one had asked her probing questions. She had the strong feeling that Tara Delano Lord had worked that one out for herself, thank you very much. The huge double doors were opened by a woman in a white starched uniform and beyond her, a huge hall stretched out. In the evening light, lit by amber in the background, a woman emerged, the most beautiful woman she had seen.Proserpina Delano.Bianca swallowed. The woman was coming forward, her arms outstretched, a gentle smile on her face. Bianca stood awkwardly. Was she going to embrace her daughter, maybe?But with a small giggle, Tara pushed her forward.“Welcome to our home, Bianca dear child,” said the lovely woman, wrapping her in a loving hug, a faint fragrance of vanilla surrounding her as she dimpled and Bianca sagged.It had been so l
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
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
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 Mafia Don’s woman, had not been apprehended. The feeling that a contingent of bodyguards could afford protection to the woman the Don held precious, was proved to be a myth. Serena had darted around, trying to find the elusive woman who had vanished so suddenly.But to everyone’s shock, Gabriela Perez had disappeared, blending into the people milling around, waiting for hot food.In some way, she had succeeded in eluding them. Her disguise the hoody she had been wearing, had been found dumped in the river nearby.Proserpina had been shaken, but Serena suspected that it was fury tinged with nerves But her anger was apparent. The Don had been alerted and the unfortunate security man who had ac
When the Mafia Don got home, his Woman was awake but very anxious. The youngest twins were ill, seriously so and she was too caught up with them to do more than exchange a quick kiss, hard, brief and possessive, on her husband’s side, before returning to her sons. The infants were close to three years now, and generally behaved like young Dons themselves, trying to boss their nurses about. But when they fell sick, went back to being babies, insisting on having their mother beside them.I’ll tell her about Gabriela later, thought the Don as he stretched out on his huge bed, wishing Proserpina was beside him, her warm, fragrant body cuddled against him…*Serena came over in the morning, and Bianca threw her arms around the flame-coloured headed woman, much to Serena’s surprise.O’Grady wanted to leave for his casinos and his practice, for the date for the fight was looming alarmingly near.Now that her university was due to open in a couple of weeks, Bianca was excited to begin her new
Bianca came awake , a feeling of panic growing in her heart and she sat up, her long brown hair a tousled mess. She looked around her. Gradually she settled, taking deep breaths of relief.Of course, Bianca told herself, she was with her Masters!She was in the huge bed; in the villa she had visited once long ago. She could hear O’Grady singing lustily, but dreadfully offkey from the shower and she giggled. He sang atrociously but he sang anyway.With a dimpled grin, she walked across and pushed open the washroom door. He was waving an arm as he scrubbed shampoo on his hair, and she grinned as she stepped in behind him and clasped his strong waist, her small hand sneaking to his member.O’Grady grunted in surprise, then, shipping his head around, he growled,“Ah, Pet.”And then, kissing the tip of her nose, he asked softly,“Are you alright?”She met his eyes and felt her heart turn over. He wanted to know if St Just and he had been too rough on her. Shaking her head, she kissed his
In the car, as they drove back, with her Masters on either side of her, Bianca could feel the tension oozing out from them. Both men were as tense as tight violin strings, she thought distractedly.She shivered and buried her face in St Just’s jacket. He glanced down and wrapped her in his arms, meeting O’Grady’s eyes over the top of her head.O’Grady mouthed soundlessly,“BED.”St Just nodded, kissing the wild brown curls.They had returned to the villa she had stayed in when she first joined them, a palatial bungalow, with top-notch security.The Masters had wanted to ensure that she was safe, with them. “No more pussyfooting” as O’Grady had said bluntly, “She stays with us.”They led her upstairs, stripping her gently. She looked from one to the other as they kissed her, passing her to each other as they stripped, silently.Then, they were in bed.“On your hands and knees, my love,” growled O’Grady softly, his erection in his hand as he looked at her rounded body lovingly.She smi
Liam O’Grady was beaming as Claude Delano strode over.“What’s up bro?’ grinned, the Delano scion, his wide handsome face breaking into a knowing smirk,‘You look like the one…: he winked as O’Grady chuckled heartily.“I love that lass,” growled O’Grady, shedding his normal reserve when it came to discussing the women he was bedding.“She’s the one for me. For us.” Claude’s eyes widened at the prospect of sharing a woman for life. He glanced uneasily at Karina who turned and shot him an icy stare as though aware of his thoughts. he shook his head. If he tried that with Karina, he would be playing Russian Roulette.Or looking down the wrong end of a loaded gun, with his father at the other end. He swallowed his drink quickly, the very thought of his Pappa’s wrath making him sweat nervously.“Man, you got a fight on Friday, remember?” he reminded the Irishman who was feeling very benevolent at the moment as he watched Bianca on the dance floor with St Just.‘Ah, I’ve got this,” said O
Bianca stood, pole axed, staring from one to the other of the men she loved with all her heart. They had pre-empted her. She had been about to ask them to back off, to ask them to make up their minds about the relationship they wanted with her. And now, they had gone ahead and PROPOSED?O’ Grady looked aat his brother uneasily.Why was she hesitating at all?St Just took a step closer.“If it’s time you need, sugar, we will wait.”And O’Grady rumbled,“We are going to wait. You can take as much time as you want.”And then, he added, sheepishly,‘But may be not so long. A man would like to start a family, you see.”Both St Just and Bianca turned to look at him, horror and stupefaction on their faces.“ What did you…” began Bianca as St Just turned away and rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes rolling. Typical of O’Grady, he thought. Stepping in and putting his big foot where his mouth should be!But Bianca was laughing, suddenly, peal after peal of tinkling laughter. She leant back a
Piers Delano was dancing with his wife, Hila Zaidi. They moved their bodies slowly, pressed to each other. She was as tall as him, and his lean body thrummed with passion as he held her close, inhaling her scent. She had been watching O’Grady push his way across to the door through which Serena had led the little girl the Irishman had been sharing with his brother.Her brow arched as she said,“He looks like he wants something, Piers.” Her husband smiled his handsome face with the blonde hair that was always falling on his forehead, flopping across it now, making him look boyish. Hila looked at him steadily, tracing his strong features with her eyes silently.She loved him with all her heart, this young Mafia Don of hers, who was as ruthless as his father but gentler too.He loved her, he thought again as she held his gaze steadily. Her eyes narrowed as she said,“Whatever, Pretty Piers. But no more kids, ok?”He threw back his head and roared with laughter. She had known what he w
Bianca opened her mouth in an involuntary O as the cab swept up the long curving drive and pulled up at the entrance. Shangri La was all about flashy, in your face, alright. But the place also exuded a grandeur, an opulence that left her gasping. Money had flowed in copious quantities, obviously, she thought as she stepped out when a door attendant rushed to open the door and helped her out. It was opulent, it was the playhouse of millionaires. And tonight, little Bianca Cruz, was here, invited by none other than the wife of the man who owned this fantastic place.Serena was standing beside her, an amused, indulgent smile playing about her beautifully shaped mouth as she watched Bianca.“I know, ‘ she said smiling,” it’s extravagant, but a once-in-a-lifetime experience to visit.”She turned away but Bianca heard her softly whispered words,“And stay to play…”Her brow crinkled in confusion but Bianca managed to keep in step with the taller woman as they entered. The inside was equally
Bianca was still sitting on the floor, tears streaming down her cheeks when Serena marched in. From afar, she had heard the argument between Louis and his fiancée as the redhead shouted at him, rebuking him roundly for being insensitive.“Don’t you see, Louis,” she had been saying, her voice rising in anger,” Bianca is not the villain here…”And Louis's deep baritone, so similar to the deep tones of the Mafia Don, as he sneered when he replied,“What do you want me to believe, Serena? That she’s some kind of victim?’He had huffed in disbelief.The girl on the floor covered her ears. No.She was not a victim. She had survived!Her decision to agree to what the Mafia brothers had suggested, had been her own. Completely voluntary. Yes, life had thrown lemons at her, but she had fought, and had managed to make a success out of what she had been given.Her grades at University were also good and her professors had begun to take notice of the petite, quiet chestnut-headed girl who was s