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
Liam O’GradyAll the way home, during the drive, the Mafia boss’s mind was elsewhere. At first, Paige came on very lovey-dovey, trying to cling to him, stroke his member through the jeans he had pulled on; but he snapped at her as he spun the car down the hill and she subsided in a sulky silence, checking her feed on Instagram or whatever else she did as she fiddled with her phone.Suddenly, she turned to him, a look of spitefulness on her face as she purred mockingly,“I guess I really spoiled that little wh*re’s day, huh Lee?” He gritted his teeth silently. He hated it when she abbreviated his name and the reminder of how poor Bianca had looked as he had torn Paige off her, made him want to spin around and slam her head against the door, smash the teeth of the woman riding beside him. Unaware of his building rage, she chattered on,“The look on her stupid face when I went after her!”She sighed and settled down lower on her seat, trying to put her feet up, heels and all, on the das
Liam O’Grady looked up. “What?’ he growled, drinking again. And then, he added, looking straight into his brother’s eyes, “I’m breaking it off with Paige.” St Just stood up, “I think I’ll take Sarah to meet our pet,” he said in a quiet voice but his anger was evident as he strode out, shutting the door quietly behsin him. * Bianca Dr Sarah Pine was on her phone but she shot St Just a curiosu look as she said, “And why exactly do you want me to go and check this new sex toy of yours? “ They were in his black Mercedes V class, a staid vehicle as compared to Liam O’Grady’s flashy collection of fast cars. St Just, who was behind the wheel, looked over at her, a small smile on his lips. Sarah had been his lover at one time but she was happy with her husband now, having married him just three years ago. * She shook her head in exasperation, “Saint, I hate it when you give me that John Cena look of yours,” and his grin widened. She had been one of the few women he had dated w
St Just tried not to move.The woman in his arms was soft, sweet-smelling and so warm, so inviting, he dared his body to stay still,But every time he breathed in, it was the fragrance of her young, fresh body, the feel of her soft curves that tantalized him. Groaning inwardly, he held her , willing his c*ck not to take over his feelings. He was rock hard and trying not to roll her over and thrust into her in one go.She slumbered, spooned into his body, feeling safe and snug, dreaming away.*Finally, unable to hold himself back again, Finn St Just rose, gentle and furtive, so as not to disturb the young woman sleeping in his arms. She made a small sound of dissent but when he kissed her temple tenderly, she dimpled in her sleep and sighed.The sight of her, her nightshirt having ridden up above her thighs, revealing the plump legs, in a pair of sheer lacy panties, made him groan. F*ck, but she was too much, too delectable and inviting.Determined, he rose and stalked to the bathroom
Liam O’Grady’s large, fighter’s fists clenched and unclenched slowly as he took in the scene before him. His half-brother, Finn St Just sat on the bed, stark naked, and in his arms, settled comfortably on his lap, equally naked, was their pet. Bianca Cruz. She had turned to look at him, at the sound of the audible sharply drawn breath and the swear words he unleashed when he had walked in on them.Now she quickly rose to her feet and scooted behind St Just, pulling the bedcovers to hide her lush body.O’Grady stepped into the room, slamming the door behind him.‘What’s to hide, sl*t?” he jeered, hating himself for his words, but hating the look of panic, of fear and humiliation on Bianca’s flushed face as she lowered her head. His keen eyes took in her face, the shiner on her cheek, the eye that would be dark and puffy tomorrow and he noticed the long, deep marks on her arms, like someone had dragged their nails over her.She cowered, biting her lower lip and he wanted her even more
Liam O’Grady’s large, fighter’s fists clenched and unclenched slowly as he took in the scene before him. His half-brother, Finn St Just sat on the bed, stark naked, and in his arms, settled comfortably on his lap, equally naked, was their pet. Bianca Cruz. She had turned to look at him, at the sound of the audible sharply drawn breath and the swear words he unleashed when he had walked in on them.Now she quickly rose to her feet and scooted behind St Just, pulling the bedcovers to hide her lush body.O’Grady stepped into the room, slamming the door behind him.‘What’s to hide, sl*t?” he jeered, hating himself for his words, but hating the look of panic, of fear and humiliation on Bianca’s flushed face as she lowered her head. His keen eyes took in her face, the shiner on her cheek, the eye that would be dark and puffy tomorrow and he noticed the long, deep marks on her arms, like someone had dragged their nails over her.She cowered, biting her lower lip and he wanted her even more
The back garden was deserted, and the man who was dragging her along had planned his escape down to the last T.He had however, not taken into account the fact that Jamie had only had one drink all evening. The cautious teen had refused to get inebriated, for she did not want to disappoint her father. So the job of taking her to the waiting car without difficulty was proving to be a huge challenge. The man swore and tried to pick her up, but she wrestled with him, using all her self-defence training to her advantage. But the trained assassin was too much for her. With one hard blow, he felled her to the ground and began to drag her unwilling body.Jamie was struggling for all she was worth. Something was off and she was not about to go without a fight.“You…” she screamed but her voice came out soft, whining. She tried to hang back but the man smacked her across her head, hard. Jamie literally saw stars as she cried out. Once, long ago, when she was a child, an attempt had been made
Jamie felt a little lightheaded as she was firmly guided to another room, down a long corridor. She giggled hysterically as she noticed something odd..She had spotted some women, young women at that, with pacifiers worn around their necks on plastic strings. She stumbled, staring as she wondered why they wore them.“Like babies,” she thought and giggled.The man who was escorting her impatiently looked down at her from a great distance and his voice was loud as he said, in exasperation.“What’s so funny?”Jamie giggled again but shook her head. She felt disoriented but also, vaguely, cheerful. Se kept staring at the man who seemed to be glowing, like an angel.“You’ve got an aura!!!’ she cried in wonder.The man rolled his eyes but continued to tug her along the corridor, his movements getting more agitated as he did so.He ahd a deadline to keep; the car would be waiting outside and he had to spirit this wretched girl away at the earliest. Or Jana Rudenko would eat him for breakfast
Jamie stepped out of the car, having been driven to the door by her father’s men. She beamed at them, for she had known them since she was a toddler. Bidding them goodbye, she said softly,“Thanks,” and then, she was entering the modest house. Music and laughter echoed in the corridor as she hesitated, for she did not know many of the guests, who mostly belonged to the crowd that Sadie currently moved in.Older youths, with long hair and tattoos, girls in the shortest of clothes, their bodies on display as they swung their hips exaggeratedly and walked.For a minute, Jamie considered the option of turning and heading back home. A deep sense of uncertainty swept over her. A sixth sense, like her Mumma called it, begging her to turn and leave before it was too late.When she had been in the protected confines of her old school, she had been cosseted, protected from reality. But Lucien Delano had abruptly announced his decision to shift his children, Rudolph and Jamie, to a school closer
Jamie danced down the stairs and then, hastily sobered as she walked down the passage to her Pappa’s study.She wanted to meet her father, promise him that she would be back soon and then leave. Because she loved, nay worshipped her Pappa; he had always been the star in her life, the only man she had looked up to, the one who never let her down.Her very own Knight in Shining Armour.And now, as she walked, she beamed at her Pappa’s valet, old Gustav, who smiled benevolently at her as he held the door open for her to enter.“Ummm…is he alone, Uncle G?” she asked in a small, diffident voice for she did not want to anger the Boss by going in when his associates were around. The room was inevitably full of cigar smoke and the smell of alcohol when he had guests over and the law that was never to be broken, was that none of the Mafia Don’s women were to be anywhere around at such times. Mumma always obeyed Pappa and so did Jamie and her sisters. Lucien Delano had flown into an unholy r
When Bianca came awake the next morning, it was to the tantalising aroma of freshly brewed coffee.“Wake up, sleepyhead,” chuckled O’Grady and she blinked. He was shirtless, leaning over her, a tender look on his handsome face.She dimpled.“Quick, to the bathroom, lass,” he chuckled, tugging off the bedclothes and she pouted. His eyes narrowed. Even with the baby bump, Bianca Cruz could make him hard in a minute. In a husky voice, he growled,“Quick, lassie…or…” she giggled and grabbed her nightshirt from the floor as she trundled to the washroom.A few minutes late, she was having a hearty meal of bacon and eggs, scrambled just the way she liked it. Pancakes were stacked on the side and the sight had her waddling across to hurry and eat one. But St Just, who was busy making them, turned and grinned as O’Grady easily grabbed Bianca, restraining her.“I’M HUNGREEEE!” she wailed crossly, glaring at St Just who was obviously enjoying the scene.“So am I, pet,” grunted O’Grady, rubbing
Her Masters were literally over the moon.They held her in their arms, kissing and generally making a fuss over her. Roxanne Piccolo, who had been hovering in the background, softly spoke up,“I’m leaving now, Bianca.”Pushing herself out of the arms of her men, Bianca rose and went to hug Roxanne.“You went to a lot of trouble for me, bae,” she said softly but Roxanne only dimpled shyly.After she had left, with a couple of O’Grady’s men to escort her safely home, Bianca turned to her Masters, leaning against the door, her eyes dancing. She held out her arms to them, appealing and suddenly shy.The brothers exchanged looks. O’Grady came forward and lifted her up in his arms, an arm under her knees, the other supporting her as she wound her plump arms around his neck.“Lead the way, Saint,” declared O’Grady with a devilish grin, pretending to huff and puff as he took the stairs.He deposited her tenderly on the bed and she raised herself on an elbow, as she commanded,“I want you ge
Jamie sat at the table, looking at her father nervously. They were at dinner and Lucien Delano was conversing in a low voice with James Schwartz, seated on his left.Proserpina hovered around, bringing out the dishes, till her husband gripped her wrist and growled,“Sit the f*ck down, Woman. Why do I have a house full of f*cking help ?”Sending him a pointed look for using such language, Proserpina subsided, dimpling at Schwartz, who looked at her, his heart n his eyes.“No mystery about why Uncle James never got married,” thought Jamie drily.She cleared her throat and her brothers, Dom and Rudy, who had also turned up for dinner, looked at across at her in surprise.“Papp…” she began, ashamed to hear the squeak in her voice. But after the evening when he had slapped her, she felt a great deal of fear when she faced her for her intimidating patent. Pappa had such a daunting personality, that people automatically quaked when they saw him, and women swooned. Jamie knew of his legendar
O’Grady was bone tired by the time he reached home that night. St Just had joined him at the flagship Casino, where he had been dealing with a missing sum of money amounting to a couple of millions.The Irishman was furious, to put it mildly.And to top it off, the Home Office people were still on St Just’s back, insisting on checking the loan details for a few months back. The blonde man, his hair tousled and his stubbly jaw making his face look more shadowed yet rakishly handsome, glanced at the Irishman, seated beside him. O’Grady always looked virile, no matter how weary he was and today was no exception.‘Have a fight coming up on Sunday,” mumbled O’Grady and St Just shut his eyes briefly. He felt his brother’s concerned gaze on him,“You ok there, Saint?” snapped O’Grady, ever conscious that St Just had undergone surgery a few months back.His brother smiled and nodded,“Thinking of the Pet, actually,” he grinned and they shared a smile.Bianca was in her second trimester. She h
Jamie Delano soon realised that she was no match for the wily, beautiful Bianca.If she had expected a meltdown because she had deliberately been late, having coaxed her bodyguards to allow her to ride pillion on her old friend’s bike, while they followed her, it had been a stupid thing to do.Now Bianca was flirting outrageously with the boy who had been Jamie’s best friend through school and who was always with her in all her escapades.“Brandon,” snapped Jamie, having had enough of listening to Bianca’s peals of laughter echoing in the café as she leaned in to speak to the smitten Brandon.“Wh…wh…what?” asked Brandon, blinking rapidly, trying to focus on what Jamie was saying.Bianca shot her a look from beneath her lashes, laughing at her, outright.Jamie fumed.She rose abruptly, dumping Bianca’s book satchel that she had been saddled with, unceremoniously on the table.“I think I want to leave,” she snapped. Bianca arched a brow and said in bored tone, ‘Not yet, hon. I haven’t f