All Chapters of A Pet for the Mafia Dons: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

BiancaI stood in the water, feeling cold and hot all at once.The sight of the man before me made me tremble with want.He was an alpha male, no doubt about THAT, I thought as I shook my head slowly.His half-brother was good-looking, in a brooding way, but nothing to hold a candle to Liam O’Grady, I thought, staring at him.He stood there, large and so…manly, his expression fierce. The decision maker. I knew that he ran all the gambling dens in the city, in Hollowford and in New Haven, while it was Finn St Just who handled the loan shark part of their combined business.But O’Grady was moving closer to me along the edge of the pool, shedding his jacket and trousers as he approached, till he stood, magnificently naked.I swallowed.His demeanour made me tremble, and it had nothing to do with the cold.The harsh cut of his jaw, square, and with the deep cleft in his square chin, defined a man who called the shots, the silver shafting through his black hair. Now he flexed his massive h

Liam O’GradyAll the way home, during the drive, the Mafia boss’s mind was elsewhere. At first, Paige came on very lovey-dovey, trying to cling to him, stroke his member through the jeans he had pulled on; but he snapped at her as he spun the car down the hill and she subsided in a sulky silence, checking her feed on Instagram or whatever else she did as she fiddled with her phone.Suddenly, she turned to him, a look of spitefulness on her face as she purred mockingly,“I guess I really spoiled that little wh*re’s day, huh Lee?” He gritted his teeth silently. He hated it when she abbreviated his name and the reminder of how poor Bianca had looked as he had torn Paige off her, made him want to spin around and slam her head against the door, smash the teeth of the woman riding beside him. Unaware of his building rage, she chattered on,“The look on her stupid face when I went after her!”She sighed and settled down lower on her seat, trying to put her feet up, heels and all, on the das

St Just tried not to move.The woman in his arms was soft, sweet-smelling and so warm, so inviting, he dared his body to stay still,But every time he breathed in, it was the fragrance of her young, fresh body, the feel of her soft curves that tantalized him. Groaning inwardly, he held her , willing his c*ck not to take over his feelings. He was rock hard and trying not to roll her over and thrust into her in one go.She slumbered, spooned into his body, feeling safe and snug, dreaming away.*Finally, unable to hold himself back again, Finn St Just rose, gentle and furtive, so as not to disturb the young woman sleeping in his arms. She made a small sound of dissent but when he kissed her temple tenderly, she dimpled in her sleep and sighed.The sight of her, her nightshirt having ridden up above her thighs, revealing the plump legs, in a pair of sheer lacy panties, made him groan. F*ck, but she was too much, too delectable and inviting.Determined, he rose and stalked to the bathroom

Liam O’Grady’s large, fighter’s fists clenched and unclenched slowly as he took in the scene before him. His half-brother, Finn St Just sat on the bed, stark naked, and in his arms, settled comfortably on his lap, equally naked, was their pet. Bianca Cruz. She had turned to look at him, at the sound of the audible sharply drawn breath and the swear words he unleashed when he had walked in on them.Now she quickly rose to her feet and scooted behind St Just, pulling the bedcovers to hide her lush body.O’Grady stepped into the room, slamming the door behind him.‘What’s to hide, sl*t?” he jeered, hating himself for his words, but hating the look of panic, of fear and humiliation on Bianca’s flushed face as she lowered her head. His keen eyes took in her face, the shiner on her cheek, the eye that would be dark and puffy tomorrow and he noticed the long, deep marks on her arms, like someone had dragged their nails over her.She cowered, biting her lower lip and he wanted her even more

Liam O’Grady walked through his club which housed the gambling den. He frowned slightly as he saw the crowds. It was a weekday and so, many of the members were just trickling in. St Just who appeared at his elbow, looked around as they stood in the mezzanine surveying their kingdom.This was what they created, the two sons of old O’Grady, step by painful step. They had set up the loan shark business from scratch but the gambling dens were Liam O’Grady’s own baby, his brainchild. At one time, he had been faced with a huge financial crisis but with sheer grit, he had managed to turn it around and was now, the unrivalled head of all the wealthiest casinos in this part of the country.Liam O’Grady allowed himself to look around and admire the room, even as he critically studied it. It had been designed to look like a gothic mansion, with a high ceilinged foyer with an exquisite crystal chandelier he had had shipped in from Italy, that illuminated the huge room, with the paintings on the