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
As Lucien Delano strode along the corridor, accompanied by his Woman and the men who had formed a protective circle around them, they saw the door to his private arbor open.It housed the rose garden which the Don had specifically created for his Woman, a replica of the one they had in their mansion, where he used to arrange for her to meet him at midnight, to be f*cked in the open, under the stars. Proserpina raised her hand to lightly brush her fingers against her breast, where the beard burn of her Master’s stubble was evident.He had made fierce love right there, earlier in the evening and she blushed as she recalled how he had snarled, “Not a f*cking sound, my little bi*ch, your Master is going to hammer your little wet pus*y now.” She had nodded blindly, her hands bound, her legs splayed as he thrust into her.And she had moaned, sinking her teeth into his strong wrist as he held her down, loving the way he took her, this strong, powerfully built man. That he could still excite
O’Grady was pacing up and down, shirtless. His muscular physique with the wiry dark chest hairs, made him look like a superb specimen of a male animal, thought St Just who was watching him. The blonde sibling was lounging on the bed, also shirtless, but he appeared to be cool as always.They were waiting for their Pet, hoping against hope that she would be able to sneak out from next door while her sister slumbered on.Unlike his Irish half-brother who looked like he was about to explode.“Do you think she’ll come?” asked O’Grady, looking towards his brother like a hopeful puppy and St Just grinned.He wasn’t happy but the expression on his brother’s face made him think; Liam O’Grady might be a feared Don in his circle, a killer, an excellent pugilist, a sharp businessman…But little Bianca Cruz seemed to have reduced him to a love-sick puppy, craving her love…Finn St Just sat forward as the thought struck him. He frowned at his brother.“Are you in LOVE with our Pet, O’Grady?” he as
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