For a long moment, Liam O’Grady stood still, battling with shock and outrage. Had she just challenged HIM?The little Pet had thrown his words back at him, denting his pride, his ego. She had held up the mirror to him and he was not sure he liked what he saw. But the feeling of being in the wrong disturbed him and he flew into a rage. And suddenly, O’Grady was hell-bent on punishing her for making him see the truth. With an oath, he brought his mouth crashing on hers, hard and punishing.She resisted, refusing to part her lips and he bit her lower lip hard, causing her to give a strangled gasp. His tongue thrust in, his lower body rubbing against hers, making her aware of his erection, hard and forceful, pressing into her. The Mafia man’s hands dug into her waist, one hand going to a large, soft breast, kneading it, pinching her thick nipple, making her quiver in unwilling excitement. He raised his head, his eyes glittering as he growled in fury,“How many men did you f*ck, wh*re? Wer
Lucien DelanoThe powerfully built Mafia Don looked at his son, Claude who had walked into the room and stood, looking a little chagrined. Proserpina, as sensuous as ever, was sitting beside her husband, their bodies close to each other as the youngest twins played on the carpet at their feet. The Mafia Don had pulled her onto his lap and had been kissing her fervently before his son walked in.The Mafia Don was taking things easy now; Piers handled the major part of the mob work with the able support of Philippe and Louis. Dominik’s restaurant had taken off and was doing great. He had been up earlier, asking his brothers for advice about setting up another café in town. Still finding it difficult to reconcile himself to the fact that his son was neither interested in fighting nor in the Mafia business, the Mafia Don had snorted derisively but his Woman had looked at him pleadingly and he had kept his peace. Now Claude stood before him and Lucien sighed.His son might be older, and th
Liam O’Grady was furious.There was no doubt about it. Someone was targeting Bianca. And it was because of her proximity to them. “She’ll not be going in to work again,” he growled and heard his brother sigh. “It’s not that easy, bro,” St Just began but O’Grady was having none of it.“She’ll stay home. Any work she gets done, it’s going to be at her apartment. Where Barry and the boys can keep an eye on her.” * Bianca stepped out of the shower, her eyes red-rimmed, and looked into the mirror. ‘I look like a certain red-nosed reindeer,” she thought in disgust. She sniffed. There was no point in weeping over the infidelities of a Mafia Boss she knew, because the minute their bodies touched, she was lost to reason.Again Scowling, she threw down the towel and stomped across to get into her pyjamas. At that moment, she did not know who she hated the most: herself or the man who had just left. Because no matter what he did, she loved the Mafia Boss; no room for doubt over there! she though
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 back garden was deserted, and the man who was dragging her along had planned his escape down to the last T.He had however, not taken into account the fact that Jamie had only had one drink all evening. The cautious teen had refused to get inebriated, for she did not want to disappoint her father. So the job of taking her to the waiting car without difficulty was proving to be a huge challenge. The man swore and tried to pick her up, but she wrestled with him, using all her self-defence training to her advantage. But the trained assassin was too much for her. With one hard blow, he felled her to the ground and began to drag her unwilling body.Jamie was struggling for all she was worth. Something was off and she was not about to go without a fight.“You…” she screamed but her voice came out soft, whining. She tried to hang back but the man smacked her across her head, hard. Jamie literally saw stars as she cried out. Once, long ago, when she was a child, an attempt had been made
Jamie felt a little lightheaded as she was firmly guided to another room, down a long corridor. She giggled hysterically as she noticed something odd..She had spotted some women, young women at that, with pacifiers worn around their necks on plastic strings. She stumbled, staring as she wondered why they wore them.“Like babies,” she thought and giggled.The man who was escorting her impatiently looked down at her from a great distance and his voice was loud as he said, in exasperation.“What’s so funny?”Jamie giggled again but shook her head. She felt disoriented but also, vaguely, cheerful. Se kept staring at the man who seemed to be glowing, like an angel.“You’ve got an aura!!!’ she cried in wonder.The man rolled his eyes but continued to tug her along the corridor, his movements getting more agitated as he did so.He ahd a deadline to keep; the car would be waiting outside and he had to spirit this wretched girl away at the earliest. Or Jana Rudenko would eat him for breakfast
Jamie stepped out of the car, having been driven to the door by her father’s men. She beamed at them, for she had known them since she was a toddler. Bidding them goodbye, she said softly,“Thanks,” and then, she was entering the modest house. Music and laughter echoed in the corridor as she hesitated, for she did not know many of the guests, who mostly belonged to the crowd that Sadie currently moved in.Older youths, with long hair and tattoos, girls in the shortest of clothes, their bodies on display as they swung their hips exaggeratedly and walked.For a minute, Jamie considered the option of turning and heading back home. A deep sense of uncertainty swept over her. A sixth sense, like her Mumma called it, begging her to turn and leave before it was too late.When she had been in the protected confines of her old school, she had been cosseted, protected from reality. But Lucien Delano had abruptly announced his decision to shift his children, Rudolph and Jamie, to a school closer
Jamie danced down the stairs and then, hastily sobered as she walked down the passage to her Pappa’s study.She wanted to meet her father, promise him that she would be back soon and then leave. Because she loved, nay worshipped her Pappa; he had always been the star in her life, the only man she had looked up to, the one who never let her down.Her very own Knight in Shining Armour.And now, as she walked, she beamed at her Pappa’s valet, old Gustav, who smiled benevolently at her as he held the door open for her to enter.“Ummm…is he alone, Uncle G?” she asked in a small, diffident voice for she did not want to anger the Boss by going in when his associates were around. The room was inevitably full of cigar smoke and the smell of alcohol when he had guests over and the law that was never to be broken, was that none of the Mafia Don’s women were to be anywhere around at such times. Mumma always obeyed Pappa and so did Jamie and her sisters. Lucien Delano had flown into an unholy r
When Bianca came awake the next morning, it was to the tantalising aroma of freshly brewed coffee.“Wake up, sleepyhead,” chuckled O’Grady and she blinked. He was shirtless, leaning over her, a tender look on his handsome face.She dimpled.“Quick, to the bathroom, lass,” he chuckled, tugging off the bedclothes and she pouted. His eyes narrowed. Even with the baby bump, Bianca Cruz could make him hard in a minute. In a husky voice, he growled,“Quick, lassie…or…” she giggled and grabbed her nightshirt from the floor as she trundled to the washroom.A few minutes late, she was having a hearty meal of bacon and eggs, scrambled just the way she liked it. Pancakes were stacked on the side and the sight had her waddling across to hurry and eat one. But St Just, who was busy making them, turned and grinned as O’Grady easily grabbed Bianca, restraining her.“I’M HUNGREEEE!” she wailed crossly, glaring at St Just who was obviously enjoying the scene.“So am I, pet,” grunted O’Grady, rubbing
Her Masters were literally over the moon.They held her in their arms, kissing and generally making a fuss over her. Roxanne Piccolo, who had been hovering in the background, softly spoke up,“I’m leaving now, Bianca.”Pushing herself out of the arms of her men, Bianca rose and went to hug Roxanne.“You went to a lot of trouble for me, bae,” she said softly but Roxanne only dimpled shyly.After she had left, with a couple of O’Grady’s men to escort her safely home, Bianca turned to her Masters, leaning against the door, her eyes dancing. She held out her arms to them, appealing and suddenly shy.The brothers exchanged looks. O’Grady came forward and lifted her up in his arms, an arm under her knees, the other supporting her as she wound her plump arms around his neck.“Lead the way, Saint,” declared O’Grady with a devilish grin, pretending to huff and puff as he took the stairs.He deposited her tenderly on the bed and she raised herself on an elbow, as she commanded,“I want you ge
Jamie sat at the table, looking at her father nervously. They were at dinner and Lucien Delano was conversing in a low voice with James Schwartz, seated on his left.Proserpina hovered around, bringing out the dishes, till her husband gripped her wrist and growled,“Sit the f*ck down, Woman. Why do I have a house full of f*cking help ?”Sending him a pointed look for using such language, Proserpina subsided, dimpling at Schwartz, who looked at her, his heart n his eyes.“No mystery about why Uncle James never got married,” thought Jamie drily.She cleared her throat and her brothers, Dom and Rudy, who had also turned up for dinner, looked at across at her in surprise.“Papp…” she began, ashamed to hear the squeak in her voice. But after the evening when he had slapped her, she felt a great deal of fear when she faced her for her intimidating patent. Pappa had such a daunting personality, that people automatically quaked when they saw him, and women swooned. Jamie knew of his legendar
O’Grady was bone tired by the time he reached home that night. St Just had joined him at the flagship Casino, where he had been dealing with a missing sum of money amounting to a couple of millions.The Irishman was furious, to put it mildly.And to top it off, the Home Office people were still on St Just’s back, insisting on checking the loan details for a few months back. The blonde man, his hair tousled and his stubbly jaw making his face look more shadowed yet rakishly handsome, glanced at the Irishman, seated beside him. O’Grady always looked virile, no matter how weary he was and today was no exception.‘Have a fight coming up on Sunday,” mumbled O’Grady and St Just shut his eyes briefly. He felt his brother’s concerned gaze on him,“You ok there, Saint?” snapped O’Grady, ever conscious that St Just had undergone surgery a few months back.His brother smiled and nodded,“Thinking of the Pet, actually,” he grinned and they shared a smile.Bianca was in her second trimester. She h
Jamie Delano soon realised that she was no match for the wily, beautiful Bianca.If she had expected a meltdown because she had deliberately been late, having coaxed her bodyguards to allow her to ride pillion on her old friend’s bike, while they followed her, it had been a stupid thing to do.Now Bianca was flirting outrageously with the boy who had been Jamie’s best friend through school and who was always with her in all her escapades.“Brandon,” snapped Jamie, having had enough of listening to Bianca’s peals of laughter echoing in the café as she leaned in to speak to the smitten Brandon.“Wh…wh…what?” asked Brandon, blinking rapidly, trying to focus on what Jamie was saying.Bianca shot her a look from beneath her lashes, laughing at her, outright.Jamie fumed.She rose abruptly, dumping Bianca’s book satchel that she had been saddled with, unceremoniously on the table.“I think I want to leave,” she snapped. Bianca arched a brow and said in bored tone, ‘Not yet, hon. I haven’t f