All Chapters of A Pet for the Mafia Dons: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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

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 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

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

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