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
Liam O’Grady felt the soft, young flesh of the woman who was leaning into him, unable to stand on her own feet. He grunted and raised his flushed face.Sweet Jaysus, but he had never felt this way with any woman before this; it must be her innocence, her youth, he told himself, that was why he was supporting her with an arm now, his mouth locked on hers as with one hand, he fumbled and stepped out of his pants.His brother was holding up the petite, curvy figure of the little woman sandwiched between them and with a growl, he raised her in his arms and deposited her on the carpeted floor. He did not think he could bear the strain of taking her to the bedroom; the richly carpeted library floor would have to do.Liam O’Grady had had orgies in his house before this, but never one with such abandonment, where he felt unable to control his lust.This was a first, alright.*The need in him was too much; he could not help himself.She looked up at him, her eyes brown molten pools of helpl
BiancaIt was bright outside the fluttering curtains in my bedroom, when I opened my eyes. I turned and wondered for a minute where I was; I was most certainly not back at home in my cramped little cottage, sharing the narrow bed with my stepmother…Then the realization of the previous night crashed down on my conscious and I sat up and yelped, and winced. There were muscles that I had never known existed, my stomach, my thighs…my cl*t, all of which ached.But, and I felt my cheeks grow warm at the thought, it was not an unpleasant ache.It was a dull throbbing and the thought of what O’Grady and later, St Just, had done with my body, only made me feel an unfamiliar wetness between my thighs…*I stood up slowly and thought in astonishment that one of them had probably carried me upstairs. For I had been washed and changed into a fresh night gown and I blushed again as I thought of their hands on me; probably O’Grady, for he had seemed excessively possessive last night.One of them mu
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 Hollowf
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
Bianca had been looking for a chance to strike.I won’t give up without a fight, she told herself determinedly.Her hand felt sweaty as she held the pen tightly in her left hand. The assassin, Wasim, was getting increasingly agitated. His eyes went to the elevator numbers above the door, as they flashed swiftly. He held the knife to Bianca’s throat and wished he was out of the elevator. Bianca glanced at the plump woman who was clutching her bag and looking terrified. She winked at the woman.It was just a quick flutter of her eyelids.Luckily, the woman seemed to get the message.She opened her mouth and screamed.*Wasim, the would-be assailant, was taken by surprise. He had never killed a person, had only been a pimp. Suddenly, faced with two women who were not behaving like scared biddies, he yelled,“SHUT TEHF*CK UP!”As he shifted, Bianca saw her chance.She thrust her pen, nib first, into his crotch, praying that she had hurt him.The fierceness and suddenness of her assault to
Gabriela Perez was in the car, careening down the road. She had underestimated the autistic boy’s expertise, she thought grimly, as she gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles white. She had not waited for her lover’s brothers to come to her aid; they were fools, pus*ies, she thought contemptuously as she raced down the road.Her hitman had got to the hospital where Liam O’Grady and his brother, the sick fellow, were staying. The man she had sent, Wahid, was a druggie, a youth who had become a pimp and was now too far gone to disobey her. He had managed to capture the girl, the one who was the common lover of both the Irishman and his brother. Inspite of herself, Gabriela smirked.She would make a good sale on the dark net, by parading this young chit. Because Gabriela Perez did not doubt for a minute, that she would be back in business by the end of the week. The former Dominatrix had arranged for a vehicle to meet her and arrange for her transport to Mexico.Suddenly, she screamed
The man in the little lift was wearing a balaclava and Bianca felt her body grow stiff with tension. The plump woman beside her squealed in fright as she stared at the man, whose black eyes, beady and dead-looking, glared at her.The man suddenly brandished a knife and grabbed Bianca by the arm, propelling her forwards, into him. “Silence!” he growled in a thick Middle Eastern accent and Bianca winced. He stank of stale sweat and something else; drugs probably, she thought, her heart pounding. The plump woman with the large brown handbag was cowering, her hand on her mouth, blue eyes wide and terrified.All of a sudden, Bianca wished she had waited for O’Grady before storming out, but she had been so hungry…*Lucien Delano held his Woman’s trembling body to his as she wept. A deep sadness engulfed him as he listened to her sobbing.He had failed her repeatedly. But he could not envision a life without this little woman, with her large, loving heart, her wide smile, the sensuality in
Gabriela’s voice came over the amplifiers for Hila and Piers’ men had set up the system to record and amplify the sound. Paddy was seated in a corner, his nose red, tapping away on his keyboard quickly as he tried to detect where the call was originating from. The young man had been extremely disturbed on hearing about his beloved Proserpina’s situation and had been weeping silently in a corner.“Hello my love,” breathed Gabriela and Lucien felt a slow burning rage begin in his chest.“Ah, you are angry, aren’t you my love? Like in the old days when we f*cked like rabbits, my Don. Remember how you used to hold my head down while you…”Lucien Delano realised that she was playing with his mind. She was setting out to humiliate him before the people here, knowing full well that the call must be on speaker, that his family must be listening to every word.Serena glanced at Louis and placed a restraining hand on his hard, muscled arm.“No,” she mouthed silently as her fiancé clenched his f
Jamal Khan had been able to get a job as a lowly assistant gardener on the sprawling Delano estate after a long wait. He had been groomed by Gabriela’s men. The fact that he was also a druggie, heavily dependent upon ‘the juice’, as he called the drugs he took, having picked up the term from his stint with ex-cons, only aided the Perez mob.They had used men like him to launch similar attacks before this and the fact that he knew he might die, did not really affect the gaunt-faced, hollow-eyed tall man. He had been given the task of remote controlling the drone, having helped the men who hid outside the heavily guarded compound wall, to get the small, yet lethal drone into the grounds.It was not difficult to find him, he was zoned out and about to inject himself with a lethal, intoxicating dose of his drug of choice, when Beston’s men leapt upon him.*Lucien was beside himself with rage and worry. Piers had burst into the room on hearing the sound of the firing and had been the fir
O’Grady was in his gym at home, practising when Bianca came down, wrapped in her robe. She looked wan and he sensed that she had not slept well. She had a mug of sweet tea in her hands and he stopped punching, just to look at her. Her hair floated around her face and she looked so incredibly young, he thought, his shaft hardening, despite the fact that he was sweating like a pig and had been going at it for half an hour now. His trainer, Jeb Walderman, looked around and grinned at Bianca. She dimpled shyly and sank on the steps, holding her mug in both hands.“Babe, I’ll join you in a moment,” yelled O’Grady, disconcerted to see the look on Jeb’s face. It was not that he felt insecure; heck, Jeb had a beautiful wife named Cherry and two adorable little daughters. The coach adored his little family. But his openly admiring look annoyed O’Grady.Bianca sent her Master a look and then rose, saying “I just wanted to remind you, O’Grady. We need to be at the hospital in an hour.”She turne
The burly Irishman and the woman he loved slept in each other’s arms, and Bianca lay, snuggled and safe as she thought of St Just. He had looked so thin, emaciated even, as he lay in the ICU. Although the two of them had wanted to stay at the hospital all night, the doctors had dissuaded them.“Mrs O’Grady,” said the matron, indicating Bianca and failing to see the blush on Bianca’s face at the words,” She’s pregnant and needs her rest, Sir.”O’Grady had smiled wolfishly, looking dark and dangerous as he nodded, his eyes gleaming as he looked at the blushing girl beside him.“Ah, lass, you’re right,” he drawled.Later, as they were riding home, he held her to his body and murmured,” We need to make an honest woman of you, Bianca Cruz before the babe comes out.”She shuddered at his choice of words but he prevented any retort by kissing her soundly and she subsided.Now they were snuggled in bed, thinking of St Just.She sighed and O’Grady grunted questioningly.Bianca rubbed his stub
St Just had been put on a ventilator as soon as the doctors arrived. When he emerged form the surgery, he was deeply sedated. The doctor surveyed O’Grady and Bianca grimly as he said, ‘We can’t conduct the tests today, I’m afraid.”He sighed and spoke, almost to himself,“It’s out of the question.”O’Grady rubbed the back of his head, pacing wrathfully. Bianca stood, small and silent, staring at the doctor, an unspoken plea in her large, liquid brown eyes.“Let’s wait, eh?” and he clapped Bianca on her shoulder in a fatherly way before striding away.O’Grady came close, muttering things about ‘unfeeling bas*ard doctors’ and ‘blo*dy fool hospitals.’She said nothing, just sank into a seat, leaning back, her small hand over her slightly swollen belly. Bianca imagined she could feel the hardness of her stomach and almost jumped out of her skin as a larger hand descended, clamping down over hers, warm and reassuring.The familiar musk of O’Grady surrounded her as he leaned into her and sa
Something about his actions made the man lying on the bed struggle to remember where he had seen the orderly before. True, the man was wearing a mask but his movements- they seemed familiar in some way, a negative way.St Just had been sedated the previous night and he knew that his movements were sluggish. But he was alert enough to know something was off, when the man looked over his shoulder in a desperate way, as though he expected someone to barge in any minute and stop him. St Just frowned as he thought of the other nurses who had come in with confidence and had fixed the bag on the IV stand with no hesitation. This man was fumbling and the patient heard him swear coarsely.Not an orderly, definitely not hospital staff.But St Just’s hands were not moving fast enough to keep up with his thoughts which were sending out alarm bells. The man tried to stab the IV bag unsuccessfully with his syringe. He did it three times, getting more and more flustered with each attempt.Now St