Liam O’Grady woke up with a stiff shaft. And he knew he had been dreaming about a beautiful, olive-skinned virgin, her eyes like molten chocolate, her hair, all those deep chestnut waves, spread out across his bed, as she lay, her full breasts peaking. She had been staring at him, her plump lips parted and he had wanted to decide whether he was going to f*ck her wet pus*y, or her lovely mouth when his phone trilled loudly at his ear. Swearing loudly, like a trooper, the Mafia Don sat up. Bleakly, he peered at the caller’s name that popped up and his scowl became even more ferocious. Paige Hardy. He had left her at the party, unable to continue to pretend that she was doing anything for him and had left with Finn, who was as unperturbed as ever. Finn St Just did not think much of Paige, anyways! * Now she was probably calling to whine and make him feel guilty for leaving her high and dry. He threw the phone across the bed and rose, stretching his muscular body. He was going to hi
BiancaI am in a new dress, one of the clothes Daisy and her team have selected for me. It’s a flowing green gown, floating around me. Some transparent material that makes me feel like I am a creature from another world … * Diana Benz called me early this evening right after Shelly Jacobsen had left. “Mr O’Grady is sending a car to collect you at 6 pm. Be ready.” Her voice was clipped and businesslike and she replaced the phone before I could ask her anything more. Be ready for what? I asked myself nervously. * But here I am now, dressed like a sacrificial virgin, for that is what I am, dressed to win, to charm, to seduce. But my fear makes me tremble. Makes me want to turn tail and run. Only, I can’t because I foolishly signed away my life for a year to two of the cleverest, most ruthless men in the country. Liam O’Grady and Finn St Just. A tear trickles down my cheek but I know it is too late for weakness. One year, I tell myself bravely, just one year… * A large black
BiancaMy heart was pounding.I swallowed, noting the deep blue eyes on my throat, fixed on the pulse that was fluttering wildly as I said, in a whisper,‘Ta..Taste…Taste me?” And then, as I heard the low growl of St Just as he rose to his feet and came to stand behind me, I asked, trembling,‘Wh…what do you mean? Ummm…Sir?” Laim O’Grady raised a mocking black brow. He looked supremely in charge, like the Devil, I thought in fright. I took a step back and felt myself come up against Finn St Just’s soft, rich dinner jacket. His hands landed on my upper arms which were bare and I felt as though my flesh was burning now. I looked up helplessly into the face of O’Grady who had moved closer.Together, between them, they had hemmed me in.On one side was the large grey couch, on the other, the coffee table with it’s elegant glass top.I swallowed.‘Taste me…wh…where?” I asked, my voice a husky whisper, my chest rising and falling as I felt my agitation grow.O’Grady smiled. A cold, hard
BiancaI was trembling, panting, and unsure of myself when St Just spoke, which put me out of my misery.‘Leave her be for tonight, Liam,” he growled, holding me to his chest and I saw Laim O’Grady’s hot eyes narrow in disbelief.“The fu*k do you mean, Sian?’ he snarled at his brother.But St Just went on, cooly,‘It’s her first time, bro. We need to go gentle on her.”I looked at Laim O’Grady’s face wordlessly, trembling.He seemed like he wanted to erupt. His thick fists, which were like slabs of meat, clenched as he breathed hard, his eyes on my face, my body and then they shifted to St Just.‘We made a deal…” he growled.‘But she’s a virgin, Laim,” snapped St Just, ”She’s not like the other girls we’ve kept. Dana and Anita; they knew the score. They were all well-used pets.” I bowed my head, mortified. For a few seconds, neither man spoke. But both of them were locked in a battle of wills, breathing heavily.Then Liam O’Grady flung himself away, with a savage oath.‘Have it your
Bianca“What I shall be doing?’ I echoed stupidly.His eyes gleamed hazel in the lighting, the clever lighting which made me feel that the eyes were promising me so much…I bite my lip nervously.What did I really know about these two men to whom I had sold my body for a year?Liam O’Grady was charming and handsome, clever and dangerously wicked and a man with a huge sexual appetite. I guessed that, despite being a virgin, when I felt his eyes on me. He was a man who would not take no for an answer. A man who would go after what he wanted, who would not hesitate to claim with his fists.But this man? Finn St Just was equally unpredictable. Beneath that suave, sophisticated mask, I sensed something lurking; a man who would not be easily crossed. They were like the Yin and Yang to each other.Deadly together. For O’Grady was a fighter while St Just was the cool, calm but equally fearsome counterpart…Looking up, I saw a deep flush dusting the cheeks of the man in front of me; his wide,
Bianca I opened my eyes, confused, angry, hurt, frightened and all of it together! Depositing me gently on the couch beside him, O’Grady rose to his full, muscular height and stretched. I looked up at him,Somehow, these two brothers seemed to be so much in sync; what had they meant? O’Grady strolled across to the bar, turning with a large crystal tumbler in his hands, half filled with a deep brown liquid. His face was unreadable, hard and distant. I stared at him wordlessly as he rang a bell and Alfred appeared.‘Show Ms Cruz her rooms,” he said crisply Then, turning to me, he said, his voice cool and unemotional, “You are on the third floor. Your things have already been placed there.” Sipping from his tumbler, he went on, formally,‘You may leave.”I rose shakily and said in a soft tone, ”Goodnight. Sir.” I glanced to where St Just was sitting, his long legs crossed, his eyes on me. I felt the combined gazes of both brothers boring into me as I followed Alfred out.*Alfred
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
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
Perhaps, the relief of knowing that St Just was out of surgery, and more importantly, that he was not going to leave them, added to their excitement.They made it to the bed for O’Grady was adamant, scooping her up in his arms and wrapping her in a towel as he carried her to the bed.“My child will not be manhandled, I refuse to f*ck his mother in the shower cubicle,” he grunted as he laid her down on the bed carefully.Bianca pouted crossly, reaching up to grab his head, and kissing him frantically.O’Grady chuckled as he knelt over her, his powerful arms supporting him as he looked down at her eager, flushed face.“You’re demanding, little Pet,” he teased,” Ask your Master nicely and we’ll see what you get.”She arched her back in response and he inhaled the smell of her arousal, his hard staff, stiff with desire, leaking profusely onto her thighs now.“Ah, Sweet Jaysus,” he groaned and lowered his head, kissing her fiercely, their tongues engaged in a combat that was as old as time
The surgeon stepped out, his face grey and looking exhausted. Six hours had elapsed. He stood and looked at the sea of anxious faces, Bianca in her lover’s arms, clutching him tightly, almost afraid to breathe.The surgeon smiled tiredly.“ It went off well. St Just’s out of surgery.”Disregarding the look of horror on his face, O’Grady strode over and enfolded the man in a bear hug.Bianca was sobbing in relief, her arms around Rani and Serena as she wept in abandon.They helped her to sit down, and she held her face in her hands, saying over and over again,‘Thank you, God, thank you…!”Rani knelt down on the ground before her and said in her heavily accented sweet voice,‘Here, drink this, drink some water, Bianca.”Serena was on the seat beside her, holding her shoulders.The Delano boys, Claude, Louis and Dom were beside the overwhelmed-looking doctor.‘He’ll still need rest, a lot of rest,” warned the surgeon before he managed to walk away.O’Grady’s eyes were shining with tears
When St Just was being wheeled into the surgery, both his loved ones were with him. Bianca and O’Grady had arrived at dawn and stood, holding his hands as they waited for the nursing staff and doctors to arrive to take him in for his early morning surgery.“It might take some time,” the doctor curtly stated as he strode to the theatre, once St Just had been wheeled away.Bianca’s face whitened and O’Grady held her as she seemed to sway. But her hands gripped his arm and she stood stiffly.“I’m ok,” she said softly and he studied her face carefully.Louis Delano and Serena Kingston came down the corridor, hurrying towards O’Grady and he smiled slightly. Claude Delano was not a man who believed in early mornings. But Louis and his lover had come to hold the fort.Serena and Bianca hugged effusively and Serena asked her in a low voice if she was up to some food.“Mumma rose early, well, she always does, and fixed some buns for you, the both of you,” She smiled as she produced a large pap
When St Just was being wheeled into the surgery, both his loved ones were with him. Bianca and O’Grady had arrived at dawn and stood, holding his hands as they waited for the nursing staff and doctors to arrive to take him in for his early morning surgery.“It might take some time,” the doctor curtly stated as he strode to the theatre, once St Just had been wheeled away.Bianca’s face whitened and O’Grady held her as she seemed to sway. But her hands gripped his arm and she stood stiffly.“I’m ok,” she said softly and he studied her face carefully.Louis Delano and Serena Kingston came down the corridor, hurrying towards O’Grady and he smiled slightly. Claude Delano was not a man who believed in early mornings. But Louis and his lover had come to hold the fort.Serena and Bianca hugged effusively and Serena asked her in a low voice if she was up to some food.“Mumma rose early, well, she always does, and fixed some buns for you, the both of you,” She smiled as she produced a large pap
The large sedan was steadily climbing up a hill and she gripped the side of the seat in alarm.He shot her a glance as the headlights cut through the darkness of trees on either side.And then, she saw a gate ahead of them. O’Grady operated the remote control of the gate from the sedan and they swept up a small drive. Bianca looked around herself in alarm. And then she stared in astonishment.Ahead of her was a small house, a white cottage, sitting perched on the hilltop. “What…where?” asked Bianca and O’Grady stepped out and came around to her side, helping her to alight, his hands on her slightly thickening waist.“O Grady?” she asked breathlessly.He smiled indulgently and leaning down, kissed her warmly on her mouth.“Our house, yours, and ours, mine, Saint’s and the baby. And the other babies who will come.”She looked up at him, her eyes misting over with moisture. Bianca Cruz did not react to the last part of his statement for her heart was filled with love for this man.Placin