O’Grady was the first to recover. His handsome mouth slanted in mocking amusement as he said drily, in his native Irish brogue,“Well, I do be darned, Saint.”Bianca blushed to the tips of her pretty roots and looked down at the pancake crumbs, unable to meet the sardonic, dark eyes of the man seated opposite her.Finn St Just grunted.And then, with a lightening like change, Liam O’Grady became businesslike and cold as he snapped,‘Pet, I do not want you to step out of your rooms after 6 pm this evening.” And looking up, he caught the set mouth of the young woman who was glaring at him narrow-eyed as he went on,“I’m having guests.”She dropped her eyes, sulkily, nodding.Like I even want to meet them, her eloquent eye roll and shrug seemed to say and O’Grady smiled to himself. Oh, yes, this was a girl he would love to tame.But he schooled his features, looking grim as he addressed her.“Is that a yes?” he growled. Bianca shot a quick look at St Just who was watching her and she l
St Just glanced at his brother during the dinner; the guests were having a grand time, no doubt; Ava was trying her best to climb on Liam’s lap but he was having none of it.Exasperated, she turned her attentions to Hussain Khan, the dealer from Pakistan, who was only too happy to oblige.As the cars drove away in the darkness late into the night, Finn turned to his brother. He had a speculative gleam on his face.“The little Pet’s got you riled up, Liam, my man,” he said, making it sound half statement, half question.*Liam O’Grady was a man who had worked his way through many thousands of women. He had begun when he was young, still in his teens, breaking the women who worked for his father; for his father had also run a popular wh*re house.But after his old man’s demise, Liam had taken a momentous decision and had shut it down; the thought of making women sell their bodies for his profit had been an abhorrent one for the young man and his long-suffering mother, who had been aliv
Liam O’Grady felt the soft, young flesh of the woman who was leaning into him, unable to stand on her own feet. He grunted and raised his flushed face.Sweet Jaysus, but he had never felt this way with any woman before this; it must be her innocence, her youth, he told himself, that was why he was supporting her with an arm now, his mouth locked on hers as with one hand, he fumbled and stepped out of his pants.His brother was holding up the petite, curvy figure of the little woman sandwiched between them and with a growl, he raised her in his arms and deposited her on the carpeted floor. He did not think he could bear the strain of taking her to the bedroom; the richly carpeted library floor would have to do.Liam O’Grady had had orgies in his house before this, but never one with such abandonment, where he felt unable to control his lust.This was a first, alright.*The need in him was too much; he could not help himself.She looked up at him, her eyes brown molten pools of helpl
BiancaIt was bright outside the fluttering curtains in my bedroom, when I opened my eyes. I turned and wondered for a minute where I was; I was most certainly not back at home in my cramped little cottage, sharing the narrow bed with my stepmother…Then the realization of the previous night crashed down on my conscious and I sat up and yelped, and winced. There were muscles that I had never known existed, my stomach, my thighs…my cl*t, all of which ached.But, and I felt my cheeks grow warm at the thought, it was not an unpleasant ache.It was a dull throbbing and the thought of what O’Grady and later, St Just, had done with my body, only made me feel an unfamiliar wetness between my thighs…*I stood up slowly and thought in astonishment that one of them had probably carried me upstairs. For I had been washed and changed into a fresh night gown and I blushed again as I thought of their hands on me; probably O’Grady, for he had seemed excessively possessive last night.One of them mu
The fact that she had been a virgin, and there had been her blood on the fleecy beige carpet in the library, had made him wince a the time; O’Grady had never, ever f*cked a virgin.And the act of taking her soft, rounded body, of claiming her, head made him feel jealously possessive about her.He did not want to share her with anyone; okay, St Just was different, but even the thought of his brother and his long, lean hands on Bianca’s soft flesh, made him growl in jealousy.Throwing back his head, he gulped the whiskey and felt the liquid poison burn its way down his throat.He turned suddenly, knowing that he needed to take Bianca, need to see if she had really been the way he had been thinking of all night; or had it all been his imagination.Had her soft c*nt been so tight? Had she really tasted of honey and smelt of roses?*St Just was outside in his large airy office since he had to take care of the new Fight Club they had set up, in collaboration with a new partner from Hollowf
The fact that she had been a virgin, and there had been her blood on the fleecy beige carpet in the library, had made him wince a the time; O’Grady had never, ever f*cked a virgin. And the act of taking her soft, rounded body, of claiming her, head made him feel jealously possessive about her. He did not want to share her with anyone; okay, St Just was different, but even the thought of his brother and his long, lean hands on Bianca’s soft flesh, made him growl in jealousy. Throwing back his head, he gulped the whiskey and felt the liquid poison burn its way down his throat. He turned suddenly, knowing that he needed to take Bianca, need to see if she had really been the way he had been thinking of all night; or had it all been his imagination. Had her soft c*nt been so tight? Had she really tasted of honey and smelt of roses? * St Just was outside in his large airy office since he had to take care of the new Fight Club they had set up, in collaboration with a new partner from H
BiancaI stood in the water, feeling cold and hot all at once.The sight of the man before me made me tremble with want.He was an alpha male, no doubt about THAT, I thought as I shook my head slowly.His half-brother was good-looking, in a brooding way, but nothing to hold a candle to Liam O’Grady, I thought, staring at him.He stood there, large and so…manly, his expression fierce. The decision maker. I knew that he ran all the gambling dens in the city, in Hollowford and in New Haven, while it was Finn St Just who handled the loan shark part of their combined business.But O’Grady was moving closer to me along the edge of the pool, shedding his jacket and trousers as he approached, till he stood, magnificently naked.I swallowed.His demeanour made me tremble, and it had nothing to do with the cold.The harsh cut of his jaw, square, and with the deep cleft in his square chin, defined a man who called the shots, the silver shafting through his black hair. Now he flexed his massive h
BiancaI turned in some shock as the door behind me crashed open, creating a sound that made me think it would break free of its hinges. Such was the force, the violence behind the action.And then I froze.Standing at the door was Paige Harley. A furious-looking Paige, with her blonde hair in limp stings around her pretty pouting face as she glared at me, her eyes like pinpricks. And then, she threw herself on me. I was so unprepared for her attack, that I fell back with the weight of her body, which was considerably a lot more than I had imagined and landed on the carpeted floor, as she slammed into me, her fist slamming into my jaw, her hands tearing at my clothes, my hair, scratching, biting, kicking. Desperately, I tried to protect my face but I knew I would have a shiner the next morning as I felt her fist, balled up and full of rage, hit me. I tried to cry out, to beg but apart from a few pathetic whimpers, I could not make a sound. To be truthful, I was terrified of this mon
Hila Zaidi was heading back home when she noticed a large black car, ambivalent in nature, tailing her. She frowned. She had dropped off her companion, her contact, at the crossroads and was making her way back, weaving among the near deserted streets. The idea of taking a circuitous route back to the Delano mansion was her way of checking for a tail, and now, her senses zoomed in to the fact that she had observed the black sedan tailing her for a while. She frowned and patted her gun. Her collection of knives was also with her. Hila was about to leave the city and enter the patch of woods that signalled the beginning of her approach to the Delano property. If she was ambushed here, she would be all alone.Setting her phone, she spoke as she drove.“Piers,” She said, her voice as bored sounding as ever,” I am being followed, my love.”Her husband’s voice came over the line immediately and her heart rate quickened. She would never stop loving this man, she thought tenderly, keeping a
Bianca stretched like a small cat and O’ Grady, lying beside her, thought in amusement that she would just need to purr; it would complete the picture. Rolling over, onto her side, she caught his look and frowned at him.Wagging a finger at him threateningly, she cried,“You’ve got a snarky look on your face, Mr O’Grady.”He gave a strangulated shout as he watched her flop on her side, uncaring of the bay in her belly.“For the sake of Sweet Jaysus and all the Saints,” he bellowed and she looked at him in astonishment.“You’ve gotta be careful lassie, not roll around like a whale in the Arctic.”O’Grady regretted his words the moment they left his mouth and he groaned inwardly.Sure enough, she glared at him as the meaning sank in.“So now, I’m a whale?” she snapped, her mouth pouting as he reached out to her, contrite but with a soft sob, she flounced off, her eyes filled with tears. Slapping his forehead in regret, the Irishman groaned and chased after her, grabbing her by the wais
St. Just was being shifted to a private room, the most luxurious, on O’Grady’s demands that afternoon.He came awake to see Bianca and Liam O’Grady by his bedside, peering at him, anxiety on their faces. Bianca gave a sob and pressed her fist to her mouth as St. Just’s tawny eyes fluttered open and he grinned weakly.“Am I in Heaven?” he growled, his voice hoarse from disuse and as he looked at his half-brother, he added, pretending to groan.“Nah, can’t be. This f*cker would not be there!”O'Grady stepped to him and held his hand in a fierce grip as he growled, an arm around Bianca, who was weeping silently.“As pleasant as ever, eh Saint?”And then he grinned, his handsome face splitting in an expression of joy.St. Just smiled and shut his eyes, drifting back to sleep. This was what Heaven was, he thought with a small smile.*Bianca had been sent off to university, as she was chafing at the bit and wanted to resume her studies. She was also torn between staying at St Just’s bedsi
Bianca’s examination came back with no untoward discoveries. She was fine, the doctor assured them, save for a sprained wrist and a few scratches and cuts to her hands. But apart from the abrasions, she was good to go, as the cheerful doctor declared. Besides, most importantly, the baby was fine. O’Grady sighed in relief and looked at his pet. She was yawning widely and he felt a strange sense of protectiveness towards her. Bianca had been planning to go down to meet her sisters and stepmother, Heather, the next day; she had told them about her pregnancy and Heather had at first been a little perplexed and not so happy.But later, mainly due to the influence of her daughters who thought that Bianca was the coolest person on earth, she had come round. Besides, there was also, as Bianca declared archly, the way Bet and Anna tended to regard O’Grady. In their teenage gaze, he was like a superhero who might just sprout wings and fly out the window, Bianca said drily. The adulation was h
Proserpina looked across at the doorway, sighing. She was in the enormous nursery at her mansion, beside Piers’ two sons, one on her lap, cuddling her, his thumb in his mouth, the other, Luc, already asleep. Her own sons, Gabrielle and Alexander, were giggling as they made funny sounds, mimicking the characters in the book she had been reading to them.Tara’s babies were also asleep, as was Claude’s little girl. Ria’s little one was also sleeping peacefully.Camille said with a huge grin, “Full house, tonight,” before she headed downstairs to bed. Proserpina had been worried when Hila had come to her to ask her to keep her sons here. “Where they will be safe,” she had said.That had been after Piers had gently informed his mother that Hila was leaving to scout for the person who was behind the deaths of so many of the Mafia Don’ associates. Placing his hands on his mother’s shoulders, Piers had looked at her tenderly and said,“We’ll all be safe, Mumma. And don’t fret.”The air seeme
Jana Rudenko looked around herself. She had landed in the United States under the guise of a woman who was part of a group tour, complete with falsified documents and a fake passport. She even had a fake husband along for company, a man who had once been a killer but now served her as her bodyguard.The fictional Mrs Liga Edgars, for that, was the identity she had taken for herself, also had a story to back her up. She had been a dour-faced widow who had been coerced to go on the trip by her children, with her newlywed second husband. But Jana had stepped in and stolen the real Mrs Edgar’s identity after having gotten rid of the real lady in question. Mrs Liga Edgar had been of Belgian ancestry, as her passport said, Now the false Mrs Edgar looked around as she accompanied the other eager tourists who were heading to the terminal.She hung back and her fictional husband, the good Mr. Edgars, slowed down too.“Stay with me,” she commanded in a low voice and he nodded. They joined t
Bianca was beside the window overlooking St Just’s bed, her eyes intently fixed on his as his lids fluttered. She looked around to her other lover, Liam O’Grady who stood behind her, hands in his pocket, his jacket open as he studied his brother’s pale face.They were on the other side of the thick glass pane.“He’s…getting better, isn’t he O’Grady?” she asked tremulously and he smiled tiredly. Now that his brother was in hospital, O’Grady spent most of his time shuttling between the casinos, the loan offices on High Street and the hospital. He looked forward to seeing Bianca at the end of the day, to fold his arms around her and be enveloped in her embrace, her lips on his.But this evening, the doctor had looked a little tense when he came to the hospital.“He’s contracted an infection,” the doctor had said grimly and went on,” We need to shift him.”And at Bianca’s alarmed look, he added kindly,“To the ICU, young lady.”Bianca had slumped down on the seat, close to tears and O’Gra
Many years agoFather Pavel Rudenko looked at his sister who was weeping wretchedly. The brothers had gone to meet their newly widowed sister. As a man of the cloth, the Monk had accompanied Dmitri Rudenko. “Take my son, take this monster, my brother,” she had begged with hands clasped before her, as she wept,“I cannot handle him anymore…”Her husband had been an abusive man; the boy was following in his footsteps, a cold-hearted brute who was terrorising his mother and sister.The Monk had stood silently and looked at his nephew, the son of his only sister, a half-sister, but still, his blood. Dmitri Rudenko had walked to him, gripping his chin firmly and he studied the teenager.“Duska?” he had queried and the boy had looked at the sinister-looking man, slim as a reed, with his menacing eyes.“Yes, uncle,” he had said, a feeling of exhilaration arising in him.That was how he had been left in the care of Dmitri Rudenko, the man who was regarded as a dangerous warlord, a gun-runne
Danielle, thought Proserpina as she sat in the large limo gliding over the streets silently, covering the distance as soon as possible. The woman who had seen her from the time she was the young, naïve, innocent mistress of Lucien Delano; the one who had become the bulwark of her life at a time when Proserpina was torn between leaving the Mafia Don for good…Proserpina had been with her Mafia Don when the call from Louis had come. The Don’s demeanour had altered in a flash.He had pulled her into his arms and growled,‘I have to leave, Woman. Danielle…” Breaking off, he had been scowling as he turned to make a call to Schwartz on the intercom, for James Schwartz had a set of rooms, a suite of his own, in the Delano mansion.But Proserpina’s small hand on his arm arrested him.In a firm voice, she said,“I’m coming too.” He swung around to slam her, to insist she stay home. But the determined look on his little Woman’s face made him stop. His Proserpina had grown, and how!She had be