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
Jamie lay in bed, smiling to herself. She was in love, she thought dreamily, much like all her siblings. And of course, the legendary love affair of her parents. She sighed and rolled onto her stomach, clutching a pillow. Pappa was so in love with Mumma, he would whisk her off to corners to make fierce love to her…Wasn’t that wonderful?And it wasn’t just lust, she knew that. Pappa would give Mumma the world if she just peeked at him from under her lashes, in that adorable way of hers. Jamie had practised that look in front of the mirror and had tried it on her classmates.Boys had fallen over themselves to get her what she wanted when she did that, thought Jamie, smirking.And she just KNEW that her love for Captain Ethan Davis was going to be something like the story of her parents. She giggled and prepared to turn off her light and go to bed. Just then, her phone pinged. She sighed happily, wriggling into a comfortable position as she reached for her phone.This was one thing Pa
Jana Rudenko smiled She now knew what she should do.The fact that the young Delano girl was walking around, visiting pubs and generally behaving like a cheap wh*re, had just made her job easier, she thought sneering.She eyeballed Nico Piccolo who looked uncertain as he sipped his drink.“ Get me all the information you have on that chit of a girl, Delano’s youngest little bi*ch,” she ordered coldly as she stretched out her plump legs and watched the girl at her feet massaging her thick legs.Unlike her brother, Dana had never fell the least bit of interest in sex, in men or women. She was only intent on bringing back the former glory of the Rudenko name.Nico wiped his mouth uncertainly.“Umm…I was…asking…” he began. The plump woman before him, had a hardened look on her flaccid face as she snapped,“Don Piccolo, YOU reached out to me. Not the other way.” She paused as her words sank in.“You wish to take revenge on your little sister who slipped out of your hands before you could
Lucien Delano was lifting the tumbler of whiskey to his firm mouth when his wife stormed in.She looked as tantalizing as ever, the Siren he would never have enough of, he thought, his heart aching, his groin tightening in that familiar way it did when he was near his Woman. She marched up to him and slapped his hand away, sending the tumbler of whiskey flying, to smash into smithereens on the ground. Even as she rounded on him, intent on slapping him, he stopped her. In one move, he overpowered her, gripped her slender wrist and twisted it behind her back, holding her prisoner, forcing her arms in a hold. Proserpina gasped and bit her lower lip, her eyes flashing and he admired her for her strength. He was furious and was hurting her but she did not flinch. Knowing that Gustav was hovering worriedly behind him, the Mafia Don growled,“Leave us, Gustav.” And in a lower voice, “I might need to teach my wh*re a lesson she won’t forget.”Proserpina’s smoky brown eyes widened and she hi
Bianca lay on the bed, waiting for her Masters to join her.She was perfectly fine, she had assured them, dimpling naughtily as they exchanged looks of worry.“You just endured an attack…” began O’Grady, his brow wrinkled in concern but Bianca snorted rudely and grabbing his neck, pulled him down to kiss him. He groaned as he raised his head, his shirt hanging open, the sculpted boxer’s body on display as he growled,“Saint, methinks the little Pet needs to be tamed.”St Just, who was lying on the bed beside Bianca was watching the playful yet intense exchange with some interest. He rolled over and began to pull Bianca’s clothing off. Then, rubbing her rounded belly lightly, he lowered his head to kiss her stomach as he said softly,“We’ll show her what her owners are capable of, eh Irish?”Bianca purred in delight and the men shook their heads in mock exasperation.“Can she be spanked, you think?” O’Grady demanded as he began to tug off his pants, prior to getting on the bed.“When s
Bianca was traumatised this time; her usual fire and peppiness had deserted her. But St Just suspected that it would only be a temporary thing. O’Grady was feverishly pacing outside the hospital room where she was undergoing a thorough check-up.The dapper Irishman raked his hands through his thick black hair and swore repeatedly, a large hand thrust into his expensive jacket. It was dirty after the whole escapade with Bianca’s would-be kidnapper.Now he stopped and turned, his handsome face dark with worry as the doctor emerged. The tall thin woman smiled as she pushed her glasses up her nose.“Nothing to worry about, Mr O’Grady.” She smiled as she took in the faces of the men in the room. Van Dyke had also stayed back to make sure that the love of his friends’ lives was well.The aging doctor, who was familiar with the Mafia and their doings, having been half in love with Lucien Delano in her youth, sighed.“So which one of you is her…partner?” she asked quizzically for Claude Delan
Bianca peered around the corner, from the doorway in the alley she had been hiding in. She could not stand here for much longer, she thought frantically, desperation making her panic.The smell from the dumpster was making her want to throw up. Squeezing her eyes shut, she willed the nausea to pass. Then, her eyes flew open as she heard a voice, the same man’s voice. She had heard him in the shop just now.“She’s got to be in here somewhere, the little f*cking bit*h,” he snarled.She shrank back but it was too late. The men had spotted her in the doorway and with a shout, the tall man took after her as Bianca dashed out, stumbling over cans and other things that lay, discarded on the narrow alley. Once she almost slipped and fell but managed to right herself and kept going. Even as she almost reached the mouth of the alley, a hand snaked out and she screamed for all she was worth.*Proserpina Delano studied her husband through her lowered lashes.Hila Zidi was home, safe and sound, a
The voice that came over the line was an unfamiliar one and he felt his gut tighten as he sat up quickly. Hesitantly, the woman who spoke said in a soft whisper,“Mister Saint?”Finn St Just grunted, sitting up now, apprehension washing over him.“Who is this?” he snapped, his voice hard but he was worrying about heir missing Pet.“I’m Hua Feng,” said the woman, sounded uncertain and more frightened by the minute.As he prepared to slam the phone down, she said in a half whisper again,‘Your Pet said …to say she needs the blanket at half past three.”St Just stared at the phone in his hand.“The f*ck are you…?” he began furiously but the woman had already cut the call.Quickly, he called O’Grady who was unreachable for some unknown reason.With a snarl, he rose to his feet, swearing coarsely at his absent brother.The two sisters who had been appointed to take care of him rushed to him, pleading asking him to get back into bed. But St Just was more than a little ill at ease.Dressing
St Just lay in bed, propped up by pillows, looking out over the pool. He was bored and was eagerly looking forward to seeing their Pet again. She had promised to come over and spend the night here, at the house. He smiled as he thought of her. Bianca Cruz had brought him and his brother, totally Alpha males in every other sense, to their f*cking knees, as it were.She just had to sigh and make an outrageous demand for them to fall over themselves to fulfil her needs.One night, it had been pineapple ice cream and pickles on the side.The next day, she wanted spicy Kimchi and green apples.The list was endless. But between them, the brothers made sure that their little woman was kept happy and well fed.Watching her as she waddled about, her small rounded tummy leading the way, St Just knew that he had signed away his heart forever. In a rare moment of honesty, the brothers had spoken about the paternity of the unborn child.“D’you think our kid will be like you? Or me?” asked O’Grady
O’Grady panicked. He felt as though his heart was slowing down. Claude Delano was speaking to him but the words came from far away and he heard himself hollering,“WHERE’S BIANCA?” Louis Delano shot him a look but continued to drive at breakneck speed.O’Grady was frantic now: he called his men, and then, he called Van Dyke.“Dude, I need you to check…my girl…”He was stumbling over the words, his thoughts going every which way as he yelled,“The guy who was in charge of taking care of her,” From the corner of his eye, he saw that this time Louis Delano was listening intently too as O’Grady went on, hoarse with emotion.“That guy…he’s been hit. And my Bianca… I don’t know where she is…”O’Grady swallowed. His voice was breaking with emotion. F*ck, if anything happened ot her…The silence on the other end was broken by a series of curses.“Let me get on it,” growled Van Dyke in his gruff voice.*Bianca had been waiting for ages now.The fact that Big Barry was not around was beginnin