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
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
St. Just was being shifted to a private room, the most luxurious, on O’Grady’s demands that afternoon.He came awake to see Bianca and Liam O’Grady by his bedside, peering at him, anxiety on their faces. Bianca gave a sob and pressed her fist to her mouth as St. Just’s tawny eyes fluttered open and he grinned weakly.“Am I in Heaven?” he growled, his voice hoarse from disuse and as he looked at his half-brother, he added, pretending to groan.“Nah, can’t be. This f*cker would not be there!”O'Grady stepped to him and held his hand in a fierce grip as he growled, an arm around Bianca, who was weeping silently.“As pleasant as ever, eh Saint?”And then he grinned, his handsome face splitting in an expression of joy.St. Just smiled and shut his eyes, drifting back to sleep. This was what Heaven was, he thought with a small smile.*Bianca had been sent off to university, as she was chafing at the bit and wanted to resume her studies. She was also torn between staying at St Just’s bedsi
Bianca’s examination came back with no untoward discoveries. She was fine, the doctor assured them, save for a sprained wrist and a few scratches and cuts to her hands. But apart from the abrasions, she was good to go, as the cheerful doctor declared. Besides, most importantly, the baby was fine. O’Grady sighed in relief and looked at his pet. She was yawning widely and he felt a strange sense of protectiveness towards her. Bianca had been planning to go down to meet her sisters and stepmother, Heather, the next day; she had told them about her pregnancy and Heather had at first been a little perplexed and not so happy.But later, mainly due to the influence of her daughters who thought that Bianca was the coolest person on earth, she had come round. Besides, there was also, as Bianca declared archly, the way Bet and Anna tended to regard O’Grady. In their teenage gaze, he was like a superhero who might just sprout wings and fly out the window, Bianca said drily. The adulation was h
Proserpina looked across at the doorway, sighing. She was in the enormous nursery at her mansion, beside Piers’ two sons, one on her lap, cuddling her, his thumb in his mouth, the other, Luc, already asleep. Her own sons, Gabrielle and Alexander, were giggling as they made funny sounds, mimicking the characters in the book she had been reading to them.Tara’s babies were also asleep, as was Claude’s little girl. Ria’s little one was also sleeping peacefully.Camille said with a huge grin, “Full house, tonight,” before she headed downstairs to bed. Proserpina had been worried when Hila had come to her to ask her to keep her sons here. “Where they will be safe,” she had said.That had been after Piers had gently informed his mother that Hila was leaving to scout for the person who was behind the deaths of so many of the Mafia Don’ associates. Placing his hands on his mother’s shoulders, Piers had looked at her tenderly and said,“We’ll all be safe, Mumma. And don’t fret.”The air seeme
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