Bianca
It 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 must have washed and changed me; I had no recollection at all!
*
Padding into the large washroom, I showered and changed into a fresh set of clothes. Then, I crept down the stairs, hoping with all my heart that I would not run into them now; I would die of embarrassment, I thought.
Luckily, the house was deserted and when I wandered into the kitchen, for my stomach was rumbling, and only Martha was around. She turned to look at me, a tight-lipped look of disapproval on her lined face but I really could not care.
‘Breakfast for you on the table,” she said frostily and I whispered a thanks before scurrying out.
The dishes beside a microwave had me peering into them; there was milk and cereal, sandwiches and juice.
I sank down hungrily, wolfing down the food greedily. I was ravenous.
All the exercises of the previous night had made me dreadfully hungry, I thought drily as I gobbled down the cereal like I had been starving for months.
*
And then, I noticed a small envelope propped up beside the microwave with my name on it in a bold, black writing that immediately alerted me to the owner of the writing: it had to be Liam O’Grady. The flourish in the writing, the command and the power he exerted, all of it was evident in the very same handwriting.
Standing up, I walked across slowly, hesitantly and picked it up and opened it, my heart pounding.
And stopped.
“Pet,” read the note, “your new phone is on the counter beside your books.”
I spun around, my yes searching for the missing books
Sure enough, they stood incongruously beside the microwave.
Yes, I had not noticed, but the two thrillers I had picked up from the library had been placed neatly on the counter.
And beside it was a box.
I jumped up and ran to open it. A simple cellphone, not any kind of sophisticated smartphone, but it was all I wanted, all I needed to keep in touch with my family.
Tears filling my eyes, I read on,
“I’ve put down the numbers of your stepmother’s medical facility; they will attend the call whenever you ring them.”
I smiled; probably the name of O’Grady would have put the fear of the Lord in them!
I continued reading feverishly,
” Also, the number of your sisters’ school; the administration head, but they have fixed working hours.”
Which probably meant that I had to find out the hours when they would take my calls. I shook my head happily; at least, I had a number to contact the St Anne’s people.
But there was more to the not and I read on,
“And I’ve added two more numbers; Siant’s and mine.”
That was all but I felt the tears course down my cheeks. Liam O’Grady had kept his word!
*
I almost danced out of the dining hall, ignoring the sharp, curious looks I was receiving from Martha, as I sailed to the library.
Sitting down before the computer, I hummed happily. At least I could hear dear Heahter’s voice if it was not possible to chat with the girls now…
*
In another part of the city, Liam O’Grady was sitting in his swivel chair, with Paige Hardy, his fiancee, perched on his lap. Paige, made up to the nines as always, although it was just eleven in the morning, was pouting coquettishly as she whined,
“Liam, darling, why, why won’t you agree to set a date for the wedding?”
And she wound her long thin arms around his neck as she went on, purring in what she assumed was a sexy way,
“I know how I want to spend the rest of my life in your life, in your bed, honey.”
She moved back, fluttering her lashes for effect but it only left Liam cold. He knew a practised act when he saw one and he knew that she was only waiting to get his ring on her finger, to get her hands on his money and flaunt her power. Because Paige Hardy’s daddy came from old money; money which had already run dry.
Now they were looking to him to provide the style and comfort that Paige was used to.
Only, Liam O’Grady was beginning to have his reservations. He did not fancy being used by anyone, certainly not by a practiced swindler like old Hardy.
*
Paige was still rattling away, running her manicured hand over his chin and jaw, sliding over his chest as she cooed,
“And Daddykins is ever so annoyed with you…”
O’Grady smiled and nodded his head, his hands holding her to his lap, but his mind was elsewhere. He kept thinking of the beautiful, sensuous little girl he had ravished the previous night.
Sweet J, but she had been so f*cking tight, so slippery wet and yet tight…
He felt his erection grow and Paige squealed in delight, imagining that having her squirm on his lap had made him get a hard-on for her. Wrapping her arms tightly around her fiance’s neck, she kissed him, unconscious of the fact that the man was thinking of another woman, her body soft and yet firm, her breasts full and heavy…
St Just walked in, without knocking and Paige whirled around to glare at him, her lipstick smudged, her eyes narrow with rage.
“You could knock, bro,” she snapped, reluctantly getting off O’Grady’s lap as the man pushed her off none too gently.
The bond between the half brothers was something she planned to destroy once she was wed to O’Grady, as her father had discussed with her. The man was, after all, just a bast*rd; no need to entertain him and give him a special status.
But she plastered a smile on her face as Liam O’Grady shot her a quick, displeased look. He thought the world of St Just and that only annoyed her further.
*
She picked up her bag and turned to look at O’Grady, her mouth folding into it’s customary pout.
“Daddykins has said you have to decide by the end of the week, or I’m gonna fix a date, or maybe, I shall find someone else, so there!” she stormed out of the room crossly, confident that her empty threat would bring her recalcitrant fiance to his knees..
O’Grady ran a large hand over his face wearily.
He did not bother to respond to her; he knew full well that apart from him, Paige had no other man on her horizon. He was the best bet for her.
*
He sighed, running a large hand around the back of his neck.
All he wanted was to get back to his house on the hill and pump pretty little Bianca with his seed, again and again.
His half-brother stood, watching him, his golden eyes gleaming.
‘You thinking what I’m thinking, bro?’ he drawled mockingly and O’Grady slammed a thick fist on the table.
He rose and growled,
‘I need a drink, a stiff one.’ And he rounded to the bar, pouring himself a strong whiskey on the rocks. He needed to drink to desist from thinking of lovely Bianca and her irresistible body and how it had felt to plunder her tight little pus*y, that had been dripping wet last night…