BiancaAs we entered, I automatically clung to St Just in horror.The outside of the building was ordinary enough, built on the lines of a huge castle. The wooden doors had been guarded by bouncers in black outfits, their muscles bulging. They nodded deferentially enough at my Master and we entered. As the doors thudded shut behind us with a soft sound, I looked around and gasped.It was dim; it took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the semi-darkness. But then I saw the corridor stretching out ahead of me, a long one, with murals on either side. Men, women, and animals, all contorted in various explicit poses, made me want to turn and run out.St Just grabbed my waist and said softly,“Pet.”*I stiffened and followed him, my hand in his large one, my head bowed. I simply did not want to, nay, could not, look a the disgusting things that were depicted on the walls in such grotesque detail.St Just laughed, a soft, sinister chuckle that only served to make me feel frightened.He
A large man, with a rather red face and narrow green eyes, was walking around, taking a great yet somewhat detached interest in the proceedings on the floor of the Club."He's the owner, "St Just murmured in Bainca's ear.All around a large dance floor, there were small curtained alcoves. The entire entry level in the room was something else, and Bianca shrank into St Just’s figure. He looked down at her, amused and slightly pitying.She simply did not like it.And she was making no bones to show it.*Bianca clung to St. Just’s hand as she stepped to one of the curtained alcoves. Just then, another heavy damask curtain was directly next to theirs, opened, and a man stepped out. Two women hung on his arms, and it was obvious that they had been pleasuring him.“We would like to be of service to you again, Mr O’Grady,” purred the thin blonde with the heavy make-up, licking her lips suggestively.Bianca recoiled. It was as though someone had placed a giant hand over her heart and squeeze
BiancaI stood in the uber-luxurious washroom, which was large enough to contain our entire old home, I thought cynically. Flamboyantly decorated, with exotic plants and the mirrors, so many of them, the washbasins with gold plated handles, I looked about me in wonder.The hand towels on the shelves were of the purest Indian cotton, so very fluffy and soft to the touch. A huge shelf crowded with designer cosmetics, branded ones, stood in one corner, and I shook my head.My lips turned up derisively.What a dreadful waste!Staring at myself contemplatively, I noticed that the bruise under my eye from Pagie Hardy’s assault had faded. Or been skillfully hidden by clever make-up, care of the two who had come to do my face and hair, before I left.Disgust shot through me, hands and I dry heaved.What a dreadful, decadent place. Where every depraved whim would be satisfied.***Sighing, I touched up my make-up after visiting the toilet and washing my hand, using the aromatic handwash which
BiancaI stood in the uber-luxurious washroom, which was large enough to contain our entire old home, I thought cynically. Flamboyantly decorated, with exotic plants and the mirrors, so many of them, the washbasins with gold plated handles, I looked about me in wonder.The hand towels on the shelves were of the purest Indian cotton, so very fluffy and soft to the touch. A huge shelf crowded with designer cosmetics, branded ones, stood in one corner, and I shook my head.My lips turned up derisively.What a dreadful waste!Staring at myself contemplatively, I noticed that the bruise under my eye from Pagie Hardy’s assault had faded. Or been skillfully hidden by clever make-up, care of the two who had come to do my face and hair, before I left.Disgust shot through me, hands and I dry heaved.What a dreadful, decadent place. Where every depraved whim would be satisfied.***Sighing, I touched up my make-up after visiting the toilet and washing my hand, using the aromatic handwash which
Bianca I was picking up my purse with the mobile which O’Grady had given me when he stormed into the little enclosure. I whirled around, fists clenched, ready to do battle.Just let him say something about his little fiancée, I thought, shooting daggers at him with my eyes and I stopped.Liam O’Grady ran a hand through his head. His black hair was a mess but a rakish mess and with his five o’clock stubble, the white shirt open to reveal a few wiry chest hairs, his muscular figure clad in those expensive trousers and jacket, he looked like a dream man. Some thing fashion magazines would die to capture on their lenses for immortality.He noted my stance and grinned, a wide appreciative smile that made my heart beat faster. The man had no business to look so darn handsome, so electrifying…*He drawled, his eyes twinkling as he took in my posture,“Whoa there, tiger! Relax!” I swallowed and forced myself to relax.He took a step to me and went on, his voice softer,“That bi*ch didn’t h
Liam O’Grady had procured a coat for her and he held her hand firmly in his as he led her out. His men provided a protective cover for them as they left the premises. Bianca felt a sense of disquiet wash over her. Did this Z-category security rise from the fact that they had just met the odious Cahill?She wanted to ask him but O’Grady had changed in his manner after the encounter with Joe Cahill.He seemed eager to leave and she did not want to make him angrier than he was. Silently, she trotted behind him as he hustled her out.*The man Bianca had seen earlier, the toady fellow who had been looking at her with his pinprick-like eyes, rushed over, his large hands spread in appeasement.“Wait, O’Grady, why are you leaving? The fun’s just beginning.”And sending a look in Bianca’s direction, which made her skin crawl, he went on, like a salesman selling property,“I can always get you other women to …uh…keep you happy, if…”But O'Grady did not even break his stride, Pulling Bianca al
I opened my eyes, mumbling.And then I sat up with a start,I had been asleep with my head comfortably cushioned on Liam O’Grady’s trouser clad lap!!! I heard the low chuckle from O’Grady’s chest as he gripped me to his chest and said,“Lass, you’re half asleep. I’m going to carry you, so come along, gr`a mo chroi.”(At the time, I did not know the words meant Love of my heart…) I looked at him, puzzled by the words. I’m no Gaelic expert but something about the way he said the words, rolling them in his mouth, made me feel…loved. I stared at him, his unreadable profile chiseled against the fairy lights on the lawn, in the semi-darkness of the car and said hesitantly,‘What does that mean?’ He shrugged dismissively, looking like he had said something inadvertently and was now wishing he hadn’t.“Nothing,” he said gruffly and whisked me into his arms by the simple method of reaching out and grabbing my ankles before pulling me into his arms.Startled, I wound my arms around his nec
After the first, explosive round of lovemaking, they lay for a while. Bianca could feel his heavy body on hers, his heart pounding as he stayed, still draped over her and she panted softly.He rolled off after a while, grunting, pushing himself up to look at her exhausted face.She had forgotten how long and thick his manhood was, she told herself, smiling softly and he caught that, the little smile playing on her lips as she lay, breathing like a long-distance runner.“What’s that, Bianca?” he growled, already feeling his flaccid member beginning to harden and she shook her head, saying,“I …it’s nothing…”*Liam O’Grady rose on his knees over her and she drew in a breath, of wonder, of unashamed love. His body, with the extensive tattooing, was magnificent, all muscle, hard and strong, with firm abs, and of course, she looked away, blushing. The big manhood, which had just been pounding her a few minutes before, the same manhood she had been eagerly sucking a while ago…it was now ha
They arrived at Hollowford late in the evening. Bianca had been on edge all day, waiting to meet her sister.And of course, her Masters…She blushed as her mind wandered over the different things they would do to her; with her full consent, of course, for both O’Grady and St Just had never ill-used her. They cared for her feelings, as was obvious with how they had stepped forward to rescue Anna. Serena Kingston, who had proved to be surprisingly friendly, for all her tough exterior, had described how the siblings had taken Cahill off guard. Bianca had felt her heart pounding as she listened.Earlier, Proserpina had wisely declared that Anna could stay the night here, at the mansion, before returning to the hospital the next morning.”Hospitals have visiting hours,” she pointed out gently and Binaca sighed. True. Her stepmother needed to rest, as her Italian beau had pointed out in the afternoon, a little reproachfully. For Heather had been so relived, she had wept a lot, till the nur
The next morning, Bianca arrived at the hospital. She had been over the moon with the news, bursting to tell Heather and when she met Proserpina at breakfast, she blurted,“Please, can I stop by the hospital? I want to meet my mother…”The look of undiminished joy on her face made Proserpina smile. But thinking of how the sister had behaved cruelly to Bianca, Proserpina paused, thinking. The Don’s wife had a meeting with her academic team later in the morning and she was dressed to leave for it in a simple skirt suit. Bianca thought that the woman looked gorgeous in a burgundy twill wide lapel suit. She had a curvy figure and the skirt dramatically clung to her hips.But Proserpina had been thinking. The protective mother hen in her reared it’s head.“I’ll get Serena to come with you,” she said, after some thought, because Serena was between work at the moment and was expected to join them for lunch at the mansion in the afternoon.Proserpina found her much easier to get along with t
Bianca had not slept all night long. Sitting in the armchair beside the long French windows in her room, she stared out at the beautiful rolling lawns and the small fairy lights scattered around them and sighed.What was happening to Anna?And her Masters…?When the phone rang, she jumped up and ran to the bed where she had left it .O’Grady’s face appeared on the screen, as handsome and vital as ever, his black hair mussed, eyes gleaming.His expression said it all and, in that instant, she knew that her sister had been saved by the men she loved.She was already crying in happiness as he spoke, gently, his voice reaching out to caress her,“Bianca, lass…”He sounded like honey and she leant against the wall, looking at him. “Here’s someone who wants to see you,” he added and turned his charm on the person sitting beside him.ANNA!!!Biaca almost screamed in joy.Her sister was sobbing openly, her face bruised, looking haggard and pale . But she was alive!!Bianca managed to say so
The atmosphere on the airfield was tense; Serena Kingston was out of the car, ignoring the rain as she got into position, her army training kicking into place as she tried to figure out how to shoot the man without harming the girl. Louis Delano was beside her, cocking his gun, a feeling of desperation rising in him. Any false movement might trigger off the frantic man who had his gun on the unfortunate child. Anna was sagging, unable to stand, her head lolling back. Drugged, thought Van Dyke. For Joe Cahill, the rain streaming down, over his head, down his long black raincoat, had hauled the poor child up and was using her as a shield, his gun to her temple.The large Jeep had pulled to an abrupt stop and men tumbled out. The blonde, lean St Just, his gun in his hand was running forward as he shouted, his voice faint over the sound of the rain.“Cahill, Joe! Man, don’t do this!”And then as Cahill shook his head and yelled,“Stop right there, St Just, or I shall shoot this little c*
roserpina, who had emerged from the kitchen, with a bowl of food in her hands, quickly shot her daughter, the only one who resembled her, a quelling look.“Jamie! Don’t talk to our guests like that!”And handing the bowl to Karina who had entered behind her, she glided over to Bianca and said,“Come child, you can sit beside me.”Bianca felt close to tears but Tara had come up beside her and sank onto a chair, reaching out to her comfortingly.‘No Mamma. She can sit here, with Karina and me,” said the young woman.Proserpina, who had been bending over her husband, serving him some food, looked up, her wide brown eyes puzzled. Then she nodded. Sitting beside the Don on a good day had a detrimental effect on one’s appetite. And this child was distraught! Proserpina’s place was always on the right-hand side of her husband. She would be under the Don’s silent scrutiny and it would make her feel horrible!The Don’s sharp grey eyes, which reminded Bianca of glaciers, had been following the
The huge giant, Alexander Van Dyke had come up behind O’Grady. He had heard every word and his velvety voice growled,“Which girl?”St Just gripped his brother’s arm as the Irishman sought confirmation from the hard-faced Serena Kingston.She flipped her red ponytail over her shoulder as she said, addressing Louis,“I’m off. I’ll follow him.”And she was running to her Subaru, heedless of the rain which had increased. One of Louis' men joined her at the Delano scion’s nod.Louis Delano turned to O’Grady.“Claude got a tip-off from one of his Bratva men. Cahill had kept the girl on a schooner in another area. Not here.” He indicated the large liner which was now swarming with SWAT operatives. The FBI had also been alerted for it was a major international issue. There were apparently women from countries in the Far East, who were being used as captive sex slaves.Gunshots sounded and they could hear men shouting, and women screaming over the drumming of the rain.Van Dyke was watching
It was to be a big operation, the police chief had growled, apprehensive as he looked at the cruise liner that was preparing to leave, having applied for clearance from the port authorities the previous evening.Lucien Delano had snapped his fingers and the Governor had acted at once, pulling out all the stops to prevent the luxury liner from sailing away.It was raining now, a light, annoying drizzle and O’Grady, who had been instructed to stay in the background, for his was a noticeable face, with his reputation sticking out a mile before him. As the owner of the chain of Casinos in the area and a boxer of some repute, along with his playboy tag, the reporters would have a field day if he was noticed.The burly Irishman had bristled but his brother had shot him a warning look. It appeared that Serena Kingston and Louis were working in tandem with the Bratva here, for Claude Delano and his brother had been the ones to leave the car and talk to the police chief. The shorter thickset
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
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