All Chapters of A Pet for the Mafia Dons: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

BiancaI was trembling, panting, and unsure of myself when St Just spoke, which put me out of my misery.‘Leave her be for tonight, Liam,” he growled, holding me to his chest and I saw Laim O’Grady’s hot eyes narrow in disbelief.“The fu*k do you mean, Sian?’ he snarled at his brother.But St Just went on, cooly,‘It’s her first time, bro. We need to go gentle on her.”I looked at Laim O’Grady’s face wordlessly, trembling.He seemed like he wanted to erupt. His thick fists, which were like slabs of meat, clenched as he breathed hard, his eyes on my face, my body and then they shifted to St Just.‘We made a deal…” he growled.‘But she’s a virgin, Laim,” snapped St Just, ”She’s not like the other girls we’ve kept. Dana and Anita; they knew the score. They were all well-used pets.” I bowed my head, mortified. For a few seconds, neither man spoke. But both of them were locked in a battle of wills, breathing heavily.Then Liam O’Grady flung himself away, with a savage oath.‘Have it your

Bianca I opened my eyes, confused, angry, hurt, frightened and all of it together! Depositing me gently on the couch beside him, O’Grady rose to his full, muscular height and stretched. I looked up at him,Somehow, these two brothers seemed to be so much in sync; what had they meant? O’Grady strolled across to the bar, turning with a large crystal tumbler in his hands, half filled with a deep brown liquid. His face was unreadable, hard and distant. I stared at him wordlessly as he rang a bell and Alfred appeared.‘Show Ms Cruz her rooms,” he said crisply Then, turning to me, he said, his voice cool and unemotional, “You are on the third floor. Your things have already been placed there.” Sipping from his tumbler, he went on, formally,‘You may leave.”I rose shakily and said in a soft tone, ”Goodnight. Sir.” I glanced to where St Just was sitting, his long legs crossed, his eyes on me. I felt the combined gazes of both brothers boring into me as I followed Alfred out.*Alfred

St Just glanced at his brother during the dinner; the guests were having a grand time, no doubt; Ava was trying her best to climb on Liam’s lap but he was having none of it.Exasperated, she turned her attentions to Hussain Khan, the dealer from Pakistan, who was only too happy to oblige.As the cars drove away in the darkness late into the night, Finn turned to his brother. He had a speculative gleam on his face.“The little Pet’s got you riled up, Liam, my man,” he said, making it sound half statement, half question.*Liam O’Grady was a man who had worked his way through many thousands of women. He had begun when he was young, still in his teens, breaking the women who worked for his father; for his father had also run a popular wh*re house.But after his old man’s demise, Liam had taken a momentous decision and had shut it down; the thought of making women sell their bodies for his profit had been an abhorrent one for the young man and his long-suffering mother, who had been aliv

BiancaIt was bright outside the fluttering curtains in my bedroom, when I opened my eyes. I turned and wondered for a minute where I was; I was most certainly not back at home in my cramped little cottage, sharing the narrow bed with my stepmother…Then the realization of the previous night crashed down on my conscious and I sat up and yelped, and winced. There were muscles that I had never known existed, my stomach, my thighs…my cl*t, all of which ached.But, and I felt my cheeks grow warm at the thought, it was not an unpleasant ache.It was a dull throbbing and the thought of what O’Grady and later, St Just, had done with my body, only made me feel an unfamiliar wetness between my thighs…*I stood up slowly and thought in astonishment that one of them had probably carried me upstairs. For I had been washed and changed into a fresh night gown and I blushed again as I thought of their hands on me; probably O’Grady, for he had seemed excessively possessive last night.One of them mu

The fact that she had been a virgin, and there had been her blood on the fleecy beige carpet in the library, had made him wince a the time; O’Grady had never, ever f*cked a virgin. And the act of taking her soft, rounded body, of claiming her, head made him feel jealously possessive about her. He did not want to share her with anyone; okay, St Just was different, but even the thought of his brother and his long, lean hands on Bianca’s soft flesh, made him growl in jealousy. Throwing back his head, he gulped the whiskey and felt the liquid poison burn its way down his throat. He turned suddenly, knowing that he needed to take Bianca, need to see if she had really been the way he had been thinking of all night; or had it all been his imagination. Had her soft c*nt been so tight? Had she really tasted of honey and smelt of roses? * St Just was outside in his large airy office since he had to take care of the new Fight Club they had set up, in collaboration with a new partner from H