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
O’Grady was in his casino. He watched the gamblers who were at the tables, but his mind was far away. The female croupier at the blackjack table who had been eyeing him suggestively smiled flirtatiously at the Irishman who was barely aware of her flirtatious looks. Hostesses swayed by, and card dealers kept impassive faces as they dealt rounds. Another very ordinary day at the casino and by dawn, he would be richer by a couple of millions. But O’Grady could only think of a pair of soft brown eyes as he stood, sipping his drink, his body tense.Damn, he thought, The Little Pet had wormed her way into his mind and he simply could not think of anything but her. And he was trying his damn best to make her hate him. What the f*ck was the matter with him?Almost as though he had conjured up the pretty young girl, his phone rang. It was Bianca Cruz.Their shared pet.His brows knotted; she never called him when he was working.What could be the matter now?Her voice shook as she spoke.“O’Gr
The cameras had caught the young girls as they stood around, talking in low, animated whispers while the teachers with them, guided them to and from the hall, where the play had been staged. At one point, a few young women, all in their distinctive uniforms, had been led to the restrooms by a teacher. O’Grady and St. Just had one of their techs go through the footage. The man had pointed out the obvious; seven girls accompanied by a chaperone had entered the restrooms. Only six of the students had stepped out.The chaperone had vanished too.O’Grady swore. He knew that Cahill’s people were behind it—no great guesses needed for that one. Cahill had a grouse, a bone to pick with O’Grady who had killed Simmons. So, he had chosen to target the weak link in O’Grady’s life. The lovely young Pet. Not directly. They had tried that and only ended up killing an unfortunate innocent.Consequently, he had gone for the next best thing.He had targeted Bianca’s sister.St Just looked at his phone.
Piers looked at his partner, Hila as she leaned in to him, frowning as she said in her throaty, accented voice, the voice that never failed to arouse him.‘What’s with the caveman and his sidekick, Pretty Piers?”The Mafia Boss turned slightly, her warm breath on his cheek as he looked into her eyes.‘They have a …woman. Some freaky thing where they share a woman.”He lifted his hand and clasped it around her throat, pulling her face closer, kissing her mouth, hard.She parted her lips and they kissed, deeply, satisfying and she felt his erection as he stiffened and she shifted, her eyes dancing wickedly.Hila gracefully slid onto his lap, pulling her slim-fitting trousers down, and tossing her leather jacket carelessly on the floor as she settled on his thick member. Sliding down, he marvelled at her wet pus*y as it clenched around his shaft.Throwing her head back, she let out a moan and he held her waist, watching as she rode him, her breasts, small and pert, bobbing.Then he was c
Louis Delano looked at his unofficial girlfriend, and a surge of emotion hit him, straight in his groin.Serena King, with her flaming red hair tied back in a high ponytail, never failed to make his senses quicken. He had run into her at a bar when he had visited the place along with a group of randy friends. They had been celebrating one of the men’s pre-wedding blues and were a drunk, riotous lot. Across the smoky bar, he had noticed the tall, lithe woman in her long biker boots and black jacket, flaming red hair hanging to her shoulders, drinking alone. Settled on a bar stool comfortably, she had been staring into her drink when one of the men with him had sauntered over to the bar and beamed at her.Harry Wise was an idiot on the best of the days and when he was sloshed, he was just a pain.“Care to join us, lady?” he had asked the woman who had turned to look up. Louis, watching from afar, had felt his breath leave his body in a whoosh. She had striking eyes, pale grey and a scar
Bianca was dreaming. O’Grady was holding her, his arms around her as he kissed her deeply and she moaned softly, giving in to him, She was naked, and so was he and her fingers trailed lovingly across his hirsute chest, on his flat nipples and she teasingly squeezed one lightly. He grunted and she felt his member, thick and hard, the tip dripping wet with pre-cum as he shifted.“Ah, lass. You are asking for punishment,” he growled and she giggled against his jaw.Another pair of hands joined in the stroking but then, Master St Just spoke, his voice clipped.“On your hands and knees, Pet. Suck my c*ck.”He slapped her full A*se cheek hard for emphasis and with a little squeal, Bianca slid off O’Grady’s lap and positioned herself on the bed.“The floor, slave,” he growled and she saw that he had a whip in his hands. Sliding off the bd quickly, she positioned herself, her breath coming in gasps. He appeared before her sitting on the couch comfortably.‘Crawl to me, Pet,” he said in a purr
He sat up and swung his legs to the side, as he switched on the night light. Proserpina was awake too, and she was lying on her side, propped on an elbow, her full breasts revealed as she watched her husband, wide-eyed.He rolled back and pulled her to him, fondling a thick nipple as he spoke to his son,“The f*ck do you want?”“Pa…Sir…” Louis went on hesitantly,” Serena has …”His father swore violently and Proserpina whimpered as his fingers twisted her nipple cruelly.She sank her teeth into his shoulder in retaliation, trying vainly to wriggle out of his grasp. He flung a thick leg over her waist and she glared at him helplessly...“What does that ginger-headed girl have to say now?” snarled the Boss who secretly admired Serena for her no-nonsense approach to things. A good one to keep our flighty Louis in line, he had told his Woman who had arched her brows and studied him in silence, her full lips widening into a teasing smile. Unlike you? She seemed to say.Sweating nervously
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