Bianca I began to cry out, as I saw the intention in his face, the determination to teach me a lesson in his eyes; “NO! And I mean N-O.” I was backing into the room as I spoke but when his hand went to his belt, I stared at his bare chest, unable to look away, I knew I was in trouble.The man was gorgeous, his chest with the finely sprinkled black hair, sculpted muscles, bulging muscular arms… I could see the tented trousers and knew that he was as aroused as I was. Fury made me want to hurt him. Why did he have this power over me?With a cry, I turned to dive into the bathroom but he caught me and we landed on the floor in a tangle of legs and arms, his muscular body on top of me. O’Grady lowered his mouth and I tried to fight him, refusing to open my mouth.With an oath, he tore my blouse open and I squealed. “That cost a BOMB, you s…you caveman!” He snarled into my ear, “Yeah, guess who paid for it, Pet?” And his mouth was on my breasts, warm on my nipples and I sobbed, unable to
Bianca That night, St Just and O’Grady had come, one after the other, to the apartment. She was told by her Masters that she could not go back to work for a week, at the very least. Nodding her head, she had looked at them and acquiesced.While the lean St Just had pulled her onto his lap and held her, kissing her in his thorough fashion, she had surrendered to his touch as his firm mouth moulded to hers. When she tipped back her head, as his mouth moved lower, she had sensed O’Grady come up behind her. He was drinking and she looked around at him curiously.“Take off your clothes, Pet,” he growled and she knelt on the bed beside St Just as she obeyed him. O’Grady grunted. “No butt plug, eh?” She felt her face flush as she allowed him to inspect her body, lifting her heavy breasts, one after the other, as he took the nipple into his mouth, s*cking and nipping. Bianca gasped, her eyes wide and full of an unconscious expression of longing as he stroked her, his hand moving down to her
Bianca walked into the Club with St Just, holding his arm as she kept up with him.“It is an important fight, pet,” St Just had said earlier, as he expertly piloted the car and they stepped out. The dark shroud of night had fallen and she gave a shiver as they walked to the entrance of the large club named, appropriately, Shangri-La. ”Important because it has always been O’Grady’s dream to have a Fight Club of his own.”She had looked at St Just in horror and he chuckled at her expression. ‘That’s the way Liam is, sugar,” he said gently “He’s rough, used to using his fists to get his way and all that; and he can be crude sometimes. But he’s got a good heart.”Her back was to him as he said the words, for she was being helped out of her wrap by an attendant. But she sighed imperceptibly. Yes, O’Grady was a good man, alright. Bianca smoothed the gown down. O’Grady had taken care while choosing it. The silky outfit matched her eyes, the soft green colour which had subtle shades of hazel
The way to the restroom was crowded with people, all dressed to the nines, floating around. The first fight at the Shangri La was touted to be a big event after all.Lucien Delano’s famous club, a one-of-a-kind exotica, was noted for its amazing views and the exotic food served in the restaurants. Now Bianca pushed her way to the corridor leading to the Ladies’, quaintly called the powder room, s she noticed in her hurry, and managed to enter.Choosing a booth at the end, she sank onto the toilet led, breathing hard. She was upset, ashamed and hurt. That stupid man had ruined her evening by announcing to all and sundry, that she was…just a glamorous wh*re, servicing two men at the same time.She had seen the look on St Just’s face as he tried to stop her from fleeing but she pushed past him. Breathing hard, she shut her eyes.She sat for a while, finally, regaining her control. Slowly, the fighting spirit in her surfaced. “I haven’t come to this fabulous place to hide in the toilets a
As the Don had predicted, the Irishman did eventually win.Bianca had been praying fervently when she saw the Mafia Don rise to his feet. He held out his hand imperiously to his wife who immediately stood up and the two left the large hall, curious eyes following them as they made their way out.A couple of the Don’s men went with them and four more joined them as they left, the large double doors swinging shut behind them.Claude had looked around in astonishment and Louis had nodded, tapping his nose. No guesses where Pappa was leading Mumma, he thought drily.His father was an old Goat, in every sense of the word and he had mentioned that there was a closet along the corridor which needed examining.Louis smiled as he met Tara’s eyes. She winked and dimpled. Pappa was barely able to keep his hands off Mumma, even at this age!It also meant that he was satisfied with Liam O’Grady’s performance and as astute as ever, he knew the Swede was about to lose.The Swede watched them, his bl
Finn St Just stood, staring at the beloved face of their Pet, turned up to his.The pale moonlight fell on her, illuminating the fine features, the olive skin and the deep brown eyes, glowing with a strange expression. F*ck, he thought with a sudden wrench in his gut, he cared deeply for this woman, this innocent who wanted him.Not in the hard, compulsive way he felt when he met a submissive at the Clubs, where the need to make them submit to his desires was all that he wished. The desire to dominate, which overrode any other gentler emotion.THIS was different. Now all St Just wanted was to protect Bianca, make sure that she was never hurt, that the trust he saw glowing in her lovely eyes was there forever. He moved, and she stepped to him, peeling off her gown, standing shyly, her body gleaming naked and firm, in the pale light. He groaned, turning to the door.It was not one that could be locked from within. “Babe, Bianca,” he said, a hint of desperation in his voice as he pleaded
As Lucien Delano strode along the corridor, accompanied by his Woman and the men who had formed a protective circle around them, they saw the door to his private arbor open.It housed the rose garden which the Don had specifically created for his Woman, a replica of the one they had in their mansion, where he used to arrange for her to meet him at midnight, to be f*cked in the open, under the stars. Proserpina raised her hand to lightly brush her fingers against her breast, where the beard burn of her Master’s stubble was evident.He had made fierce love right there, earlier in the evening and she blushed as she recalled how he had snarled, “Not a f*cking sound, my little bi*ch, your Master is going to hammer your little wet pus*y now.” She had nodded blindly, her hands bound, her legs splayed as he thrust into her.And she had moaned, sinking her teeth into his strong wrist as he held her down, loving the way he took her, this strong, powerfully built man. That he could still excite
The next evening, Bianca sat, wearing a deep green oversized sweater and figure-hugging jeans, listening to her Masters. They had turned up that evening, O’Grady looking as ruggedly handsome as ever, although he was also looking tired. St Just, as cool as ever, but with a piercing look in his eyes, as though he was searching for a way to tell her something she would not like to hear.Her knees drawn up to her chin, she hugged herself silently and watched them as they circled like wary fighters. She had asked them when she could resume her work and the strained silence that followed had alerted her to something unpleasant in the offing.It had been St Just who had stepped to her side, and placed his hand on her knee as he said gently, “Pet…everyone in the place you worked at… they know of your...ahem…relationship …with us.”Her plump lips parted in horror. O’Grady glowered at Bianca who had turned to look at him in mute appeal. St Just held her hand, icy cold as it was as her face went
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