He said it indulgently. She turned to him, mischief dancing in her lovely brown eyes.“You promise, Master St Just?” She asked and he grinned. She looked at him for a while and said,“I want to go and have an ice cream. I’ll do your work for you but that’s going to be my payment.”He studied her, this impish young woman, with her head of long brown hair and her plump lips, parted as she waited expectantly for him to reply.All she wanted was a f*cking ice cream?He nodded and said, mock-seriously,“It’s a deal then, Pet.”She slid off his lap and turned the laptop to herself.*Then, biting her lower lip, she concentrated furiously on the work at hand. A couple of times, she asked him some questions, wanted to check some numbers for reference and generally sat at the table, unmindful of St Just.After a while, she picked up the laptop and headed for the couch, where she set her small phone beside her, her calculator app open on the screen as she typed and worked, wholly intent on he
When they got home, Bianca went straight to her room, pleading a headache. Finn St Just watched go thoughtfully. He could not take his eyes off her figure, the sway of her hips, her round a*se moving in that seductive way, although she was supremely unaware of it.Tapping his phone, he came to a decision.Bianca Cruz was miserable and he knew of one way to make her feel better. She seemed to have had some kind of a disagreement with his brother.The calm, unflappable St Just knew that his brother could be volatile at times; and he had a harsh tongue.Could he have said something to set her off, make her feel low?Because he knew that even before they had gone out for the ice cream, she had been looking like a wounded puppy.And Liam O’Grady had said some very strong words as he stormed out of the house the night before.St Just came to a decision.He picked up his phone and dialled his brother.*Despite any difference they had over a business deal, the way the loans were to be given
BiancaI stiffened and scrambled to my feet, pushing myself off St Just’s lap quickly, wrapping my arms around my body protectively as I glared at O’Grady. And I had to use all my will power to remain indifferent.This was the man who had called me a Wh*re. Just after, in my naivete, I had confessed to him, that I loved him.He looked so breathtakingly handsome and so very attractive, his jaw dark with stubble, and his eyes holding mine in an intense look. The black hair, vibrant and thick, was ruffled, as though he had been running his hands through it and I saw the bags under his eyes; the anxiety and something else that I could not pinpoint; regret?“Bianca,” he said in a soft voice, “Pet…”I stood and looked at him, chin my hurt threatening to overflow.“Yes, Master?” I said in a low tone but the antagonism was not something I could hold back. My voice was flat, uncompromising as I stood.He sighed, his shoulders slumping a little.“Pet, I know you must have heard me that night.
Bianca I gulped.“But I…” I whispered, my hands on h is muscled chest.O’Grady grinned the devilish grin that made me associate him with darkness streaked with light.He tilted my chin and bent his head, kissing me softly.“We won’t hurt you, will we, Saint?” he asked, looking at his brother over my shoulder.St Just leaned over, his head burrowed in my neck and I shuddered as he ran his hands over my buttock cheeks.“I want to spank my little Pet, O’Grady,” he growled and bit my neck. I moaned, throwing back my head and immediately, O’Grady leaned forward, his mouth on my nipple. I dug my fingers into his muscled shoulders blindly, wanting more from them, these men who were driving me crazy.*I will never know how we made it to the bed, who carried me. But when I was lowered, I felt their eager hands on me, kneading, fondling, their mouths seeking. I was like a toy and I loved being used for their pleasure. But they made sure that I was also comfortable, I was also enjoying every m
I must have dozed off, for I came awake to a delicious sensation. And almost sat up in shock. Liam O’Grady was nuzzling my clit, his mouth on the sensitive nub as he sucked and licked; laving and making me squirm in pleasure, before he slid his tongue into my warm, wet womanhood.I gripped his hair, murmuring something unintelligible and he raised his head, eyes glittering. His chin was wet and he looked at me, and I gasped. He looked so handsome, with his stubbled jaw, and black eyes flashing in desire; the look of power he exuded so easily, the stamp of his arrogance and strength.He slapped the inside of my thighs and I moaned, throwing my head back helplessly. The sensation that flooded through me as he used his power over my body was exquisite.“Stay still, woman,” he snapped and I trembled as I nodded.He licked my clit again, nibbling the sensitive nub and I thrashed, my hands scrabbling wildly.I shuddered and he growled,“Saint, hold her down. I want to eat some pus*y.” I al
Bianca I stirred and looked up at the Masters. They were dressed and there was a look on their faces which made me sit up in surprise.I realized it was almost 12 noon as I pulled the bedclothes up to my chest and blinked at them. O’Grady sank to the bed beside me, cupping my jaw and kissing me.He took his time and I almost pulled him down onto the bed with me. But he gave a low chuckle. “ You’re one helluva needy little girl. We need to go, Pet,” he murmured, looking regretful.St Just came up behind him, also fully dressed and he gripped my hair, tilting my head back to kiss me roundly.I clung to his wrist.“What’s wrong, Master?” I asked for I could see the strain on his face.St Just sighed.“Small problem at the Casino. “O’Grady scowled.“Don’t involve her,” seemed to be his unspoken message but I was curious. I held O’ Grady’s thick, tattooed wrist and said,“Please, tell me.”And when his mouth thinned into a disapproving line, I sighed and bowed my head,“I’m not just a
Bianca I was lying on my stomach on the bed, humming to Billie Elish’s ‘Lovely’ as I did a Sudoku puzzle. I was at my wit’s end and only doing puzzles kept me engaged.Life, I sighed, was dead boring. Here I was, waiting to attend college, meet people my age and get a degree.I stared up at the ceiling, brooding.What would happen at the end of the year, the thought popped up in my head and I felt a sense of impending glom descend over me.*The Masters, O’Grady and St Just would move on, get another woman to pleasure themselves…I would be back to my old life, a lot richer, but…And then, I sighed, my eyes filling. Strike that.Not my old life. Never my old life.I would be treated like a wh*re.I bit my lip.I would need to leave the town, get a job somewhere else, maybe, get an apartment for myself…*Suddenly, the little phone on the bed beside me pealed and I almost fell off the bed in shock.It was St Just.“Get dressed, something that’s formal,” he rasped and I shot up in be
BiancaI was driven to a building in another part of town. St Just accompanied me. We spoke very little on the drive. St Just seemed to be preoccupied and kept texting and receiving phone calls. When we turned up at one of the streets in the city which housed all the financial institutions, I stepped out in a daze, unsure about where I was heading. Tall buildings crowded either side of the street, bearing some of the names of the financial giants in the state. I bit my lip nervously as I realized that I was being trusted with something a lot more complex than my Dad’s little old bakery!St Just frowned and said in a curt voice,“Come on in, Bianca.” Now that we had reached, St Just sounded impatient, quite unlike my kind lover. I turned around, more than a little nervous.*He strode to the doors and I trotted after him valiantly, trying to keep in step but his larger strides made me positively run and I was breathless when we reached the elevators.I had a blurred image of the rece
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