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
They arrived at Hollowford late in the evening. Bianca had been on edge all day, waiting to meet her sister.And of course, her Masters…She blushed as her mind wandered over the different things they would do to her; with her full consent, of course, for both O’Grady and St Just had never ill-used her. They cared for her feelings, as was obvious with how they had stepped forward to rescue Anna. Serena Kingston, who had proved to be surprisingly friendly, for all her tough exterior, had described how the siblings had taken Cahill off guard. Bianca had felt her heart pounding as she listened.Earlier, Proserpina had wisely declared that Anna could stay the night here, at the mansion, before returning to the hospital the next morning.”Hospitals have visiting hours,” she pointed out gently and Binaca sighed. True. Her stepmother needed to rest, as her Italian beau had pointed out in the afternoon, a little reproachfully. For Heather had been so relived, she had wept a lot, till the nur
The next morning, Bianca arrived at the hospital. She had been over the moon with the news, bursting to tell Heather and when she met Proserpina at breakfast, she blurted,“Please, can I stop by the hospital? I want to meet my mother…”The look of undiminished joy on her face made Proserpina smile. But thinking of how the sister had behaved cruelly to Bianca, Proserpina paused, thinking. The Don’s wife had a meeting with her academic team later in the morning and she was dressed to leave for it in a simple skirt suit. Bianca thought that the woman looked gorgeous in a burgundy twill wide lapel suit. She had a curvy figure and the skirt dramatically clung to her hips.But Proserpina had been thinking. The protective mother hen in her reared it’s head.“I’ll get Serena to come with you,” she said, after some thought, because Serena was between work at the moment and was expected to join them for lunch at the mansion in the afternoon.Proserpina found her much easier to get along with t
Bianca had not slept all night long. Sitting in the armchair beside the long French windows in her room, she stared out at the beautiful rolling lawns and the small fairy lights scattered around them and sighed.What was happening to Anna?And her Masters…?When the phone rang, she jumped up and ran to the bed where she had left it .O’Grady’s face appeared on the screen, as handsome and vital as ever, his black hair mussed, eyes gleaming.His expression said it all and, in that instant, she knew that her sister had been saved by the men she loved.She was already crying in happiness as he spoke, gently, his voice reaching out to caress her,“Bianca, lass…”He sounded like honey and she leant against the wall, looking at him. “Here’s someone who wants to see you,” he added and turned his charm on the person sitting beside him.ANNA!!!Biaca almost screamed in joy.Her sister was sobbing openly, her face bruised, looking haggard and pale . But she was alive!!Bianca managed to say so
The atmosphere on the airfield was tense; Serena Kingston was out of the car, ignoring the rain as she got into position, her army training kicking into place as she tried to figure out how to shoot the man without harming the girl. Louis Delano was beside her, cocking his gun, a feeling of desperation rising in him. Any false movement might trigger off the frantic man who had his gun on the unfortunate child. Anna was sagging, unable to stand, her head lolling back. Drugged, thought Van Dyke. For Joe Cahill, the rain streaming down, over his head, down his long black raincoat, had hauled the poor child up and was using her as a shield, his gun to her temple.The large Jeep had pulled to an abrupt stop and men tumbled out. The blonde, lean St Just, his gun in his hand was running forward as he shouted, his voice faint over the sound of the rain.“Cahill, Joe! Man, don’t do this!”And then as Cahill shook his head and yelled,“Stop right there, St Just, or I shall shoot this little c*
roserpina, who had emerged from the kitchen, with a bowl of food in her hands, quickly shot her daughter, the only one who resembled her, a quelling look.“Jamie! Don’t talk to our guests like that!”And handing the bowl to Karina who had entered behind her, she glided over to Bianca and said,“Come child, you can sit beside me.”Bianca felt close to tears but Tara had come up beside her and sank onto a chair, reaching out to her comfortingly.‘No Mamma. She can sit here, with Karina and me,” said the young woman.Proserpina, who had been bending over her husband, serving him some food, looked up, her wide brown eyes puzzled. Then she nodded. Sitting beside the Don on a good day had a detrimental effect on one’s appetite. And this child was distraught! Proserpina’s place was always on the right-hand side of her husband. She would be under the Don’s silent scrutiny and it would make her feel horrible!The Don’s sharp grey eyes, which reminded Bianca of glaciers, had been following the
The huge giant, Alexander Van Dyke had come up behind O’Grady. He had heard every word and his velvety voice growled,“Which girl?”St Just gripped his brother’s arm as the Irishman sought confirmation from the hard-faced Serena Kingston.She flipped her red ponytail over her shoulder as she said, addressing Louis,“I’m off. I’ll follow him.”And she was running to her Subaru, heedless of the rain which had increased. One of Louis' men joined her at the Delano scion’s nod.Louis Delano turned to O’Grady.“Claude got a tip-off from one of his Bratva men. Cahill had kept the girl on a schooner in another area. Not here.” He indicated the large liner which was now swarming with SWAT operatives. The FBI had also been alerted for it was a major international issue. There were apparently women from countries in the Far East, who were being used as captive sex slaves.Gunshots sounded and they could hear men shouting, and women screaming over the drumming of the rain.Van Dyke was watching
It was to be a big operation, the police chief had growled, apprehensive as he looked at the cruise liner that was preparing to leave, having applied for clearance from the port authorities the previous evening.Lucien Delano had snapped his fingers and the Governor had acted at once, pulling out all the stops to prevent the luxury liner from sailing away.It was raining now, a light, annoying drizzle and O’Grady, who had been instructed to stay in the background, for his was a noticeable face, with his reputation sticking out a mile before him. As the owner of the chain of Casinos in the area and a boxer of some repute, along with his playboy tag, the reporters would have a field day if he was noticed.The burly Irishman had bristled but his brother had shot him a warning look. It appeared that Serena Kingston and Louis were working in tandem with the Bratva here, for Claude Delano and his brother had been the ones to leave the car and talk to the police chief. The shorter thickset
Lucien Delano stopped as he watched his Woman, hurry towards him. Proserpina, the girl he had taken as his mistress when she was just eighteen, the woman who had weathered so many storms with him.The Woman he had grown to love, whom he cherished.She still made him grow hard, just by appearing before him, her Bambi brown eyes wide and trusting, those plump lips, moist and parted; and the body of a Siren.She was hurrying to him, for he always insisted that he met her in the hall before he proceeded to his study. James Schwartz, who had entered behind him, grinned, a debonair older man now, but still strikingly handsomely.Now his friend, murmured gently,“Looks like our hen has something important to say to you, mate,” he said as he grinned at Proserpina, who dimpled at him affectionately.Handsome Schwartz had been his Underboss and best friend for decades now and the mutual respect they had for each other was a sign of their relationship. The debonair Schwartz, who had seen all t
It was dinner time, but the Mafia Don had not arrived. His lovely wife stood, biting her lower lip, glancing at the clock before she turned to her daughter Tara, who was cheerfully munching on a peanut jelly sandwich at the breakfast bar.‘Tara, darling, round up the little ones, please. And Bianca, would you like to help her?”The words were spoken sweetly but Bianca guessed that it was Proserpina’s way of suggesting that she move out of the kitchen and stop behaving like a lost ghost.With a baby latched to her hip, the Mafia don’s wife came forward and gently stroked Bianca’s hair as she said,‘Your men …I will see that they are contacted. But I would like you to stay here for a few days.”And as Bianca opened her mouth to protest, her alarm over Anna overriding her caution, the beautiful woman went on, softly,“I was kidnapped and kept a prisoner for months. Lucien and Melissa’s husband sought me out and brought me back home.”With a soft smile, she took Bianca’s arm, guiding her