O’Grady The young Mafia Boss was fuming He had found out that the sniper who had shot at the girl had indeed been a marksman appointed by one of his, O’Grady’s rivals. Only, he was unsure which of them it was. He decided to check if St. Just had made his way to Bianca as he had been planning to do. Liam O’Grady sighed. He would give anything to be back with her in bed, to just hold her in his arms and keep her safe… BiancaShe felt warm and safe, nestled against St Just’s side as he held her and scrolled on his phone. They were in bed, but he had not tried to make love to her and she thought for a wild moment, “He’s so different from O’Grady.” While the Irishman, with his twinkling eyes and devilish charm, could not keep his hands off her, making ardent love to her whenever they were together, this was different. Finn St Just comforted her, stroking her hair.But she knew that beneath the polished veneer lurked a man with needs that were controlled; when he was the Dom in charge, he
The Mafia Don Lucien Delano was bathed in sweat. Grunting, he pounded his opponent in the ring in his basement gym and stood, swaying as the younger man raised a hand in surrender. ‘Boss, I …you win…” he panted and Delano allowed himself a small smile.He still worked out in the gym in the early mornings. Mainly because Proserpina would slip away to do her yoga exercises, and then, the enormous bed felt lonely. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he turned as the large double doors to his basement gym opened and the woman of his dreams, Proserpina Delano, walked in.She had changed into her white shirt and harem pants and was walking to the ring, dimpling, one of the littlest twins on her hip. The room immediately went still as all the men’s eyes fixated on her, the seductive walk, the move of her hips, her big t*ts wobbling, he thought in frustration. Lucien Delano scowled. Seeing his displeasure, his wife dimpled wickedly.She had turned forty but her maturity added to her allure and ma
Bianca I began to cry out, as I saw the intention in his face, the determination to teach me a lesson in his eyes; “NO! And I mean N-O.” I was backing into the room as I spoke but when his hand went to his belt, I stared at his bare chest, unable to look away, I knew I was in trouble.The man was gorgeous, his chest with the finely sprinkled black hair, sculpted muscles, bulging muscular arms… I could see the tented trousers and knew that he was as aroused as I was. Fury made me want to hurt him. Why did he have this power over me?With a cry, I turned to dive into the bathroom but he caught me and we landed on the floor in a tangle of legs and arms, his muscular body on top of me. O’Grady lowered his mouth and I tried to fight him, refusing to open my mouth.With an oath, he tore my blouse open and I squealed. “That cost a BOMB, you s…you caveman!” He snarled into my ear, “Yeah, guess who paid for it, Pet?” And his mouth was on my breasts, warm on my nipples and I sobbed, unable to
Bianca That night, St Just and O’Grady had come, one after the other, to the apartment. She was told by her Masters that she could not go back to work for a week, at the very least. Nodding her head, she had looked at them and acquiesced.While the lean St Just had pulled her onto his lap and held her, kissing her in his thorough fashion, she had surrendered to his touch as his firm mouth moulded to hers. When she tipped back her head, as his mouth moved lower, she had sensed O’Grady come up behind her. He was drinking and she looked around at him curiously.“Take off your clothes, Pet,” he growled and she knelt on the bed beside St Just as she obeyed him. O’Grady grunted. “No butt plug, eh?” She felt her face flush as she allowed him to inspect her body, lifting her heavy breasts, one after the other, as he took the nipple into his mouth, s*cking and nipping. Bianca gasped, her eyes wide and full of an unconscious expression of longing as he stroked her, his hand moving down to her
Bianca walked into the Club with St Just, holding his arm as she kept up with him.“It is an important fight, pet,” St Just had said earlier, as he expertly piloted the car and they stepped out. The dark shroud of night had fallen and she gave a shiver as they walked to the entrance of the large club named, appropriately, Shangri-La. ”Important because it has always been O’Grady’s dream to have a Fight Club of his own.”She had looked at St Just in horror and he chuckled at her expression. ‘That’s the way Liam is, sugar,” he said gently “He’s rough, used to using his fists to get his way and all that; and he can be crude sometimes. But he’s got a good heart.”Her back was to him as he said the words, for she was being helped out of her wrap by an attendant. But she sighed imperceptibly. Yes, O’Grady was a good man, alright. Bianca smoothed the gown down. O’Grady had taken care while choosing it. The silky outfit matched her eyes, the soft green colour which had subtle shades of hazel
The way to the restroom was crowded with people, all dressed to the nines, floating around. The first fight at the Shangri La was touted to be a big event after all.Lucien Delano’s famous club, a one-of-a-kind exotica, was noted for its amazing views and the exotic food served in the restaurants. Now Bianca pushed her way to the corridor leading to the Ladies’, quaintly called the powder room, s she noticed in her hurry, and managed to enter.Choosing a booth at the end, she sank onto the toilet led, breathing hard. She was upset, ashamed and hurt. That stupid man had ruined her evening by announcing to all and sundry, that she was…just a glamorous wh*re, servicing two men at the same time.She had seen the look on St Just’s face as he tried to stop her from fleeing but she pushed past him. Breathing hard, she shut her eyes.She sat for a while, finally, regaining her control. Slowly, the fighting spirit in her surfaced. “I haven’t come to this fabulous place to hide in the toilets a
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
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