Bianca
I 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 hands, and I was inexorably drawn to the thick, blunt fingers with the rings on them.
Again, something that could look almost effeminate on any other man; but Liam O’Grady made it seem so masculine.
*
As he dove into the water fluidly and approached me, I could not take my eyes off his angular face, the piercing blue eyes edged with the dark-coloured iris something I had barely noticed as he took my virginity the previous night.
The predatory look on his handsome, rugged face made me move.
Now I moved back instinctively as he trod water and came closer, not saying a word, but his silence was destabilizing me, breaking me down, bit by bit…
Nervously, I tucked a strand of wet hair behind my ear, nibbling on my lower lip, wishing he would not stare at me so fixedly.
O’Grady reached out and growled as he ran a thick thumb over my lip, caressingly, possessively, as he growled, his voice thick with passion,
“Stop that, for the love of Jaysus, Bianca.”
*
True, this was the man who had taken my virginity, but I was a hot mess at his proximity now. Then, as I widened my eyes, uncomprehendingly, he came closer, lowering his head to mine and kissed me.
It was not gentle, on the contrary, it was like he had reached his breaking point as he held me, pushed against the side of the pool, kissing me, his tongue forcefully entering my mouth, caressing my lower lip, biting…
Dimly, I was aware that I had wound my arms around his neck as we bobbed in the water, and inexperienced as I was, I was kissing him back as though my life depended on it. I quivered as I felt his hand move to my bikini bra.
Shocked out of my dazed trance, I moved my head, pleading,
“No, please stop…Mr O’Grady…”
He laughed but it was a low laugh, full of some emotion that said he would not listen to me.
My experienced Master had easily unclasped my bra and I felt the weight of my breasts as they floated on the water, free, the thick nipples pebbling at his touch. He groaned and moved even closer.
“Touch me, Pet,” he grunted and wordlessly, I knew what this man before me wanted
*
He slipped his hand between my legs, pushing away the bikini panties, a thick finger running over my soft, wet folds.
I gasped, my eyes round, fixed on him, this man who was reducing me to a quivering mass with just a flick of his practised hand.
He grinned wolfishly, but it was a heated smile.
“So wet…so wet, eh, little Pet?’ he growled, his head lowered to my mouth as he kissed me, hard, possessively…
*
A low voice broke into my dazed state and in horror, I realized that one of the guards had approached us and was speaking. The older man with the grizzled head of grey hair, who was standing respectfully, looking anywhere but at us.
“THE F*CK DO YOU WANT, SID?” roared O’Grady, pushing me behind his thick body, hiding my nakedness effectively and I grabbed my bikini bra which was floating away from me.
I felt my cheeks flame.
The man hesitated and said in a low voice,
‘Sir, Mr O’ Grady…your uhh…your finacee… Ms Hardy is at the gates…”
He looked embarrassed and I dipped my head as O’Grady stood, his body shaking with some kind of reaction.
Then he growled,
“Paige? My fiancee? What’s she here for?”
*
If someone had slapped me, I could not have felt worse.
I felt the coldness invade my heart as I turned away, hiding my mortified expression.
Liam O’Grady’s fiancee was here. While he was in the pool with me, almost about to have sex with me. I did not whether I felt ashamed or angry with myself for the state I was in.
Suddenly, I felt degraded, like a cheap wh*re.
Quickly, I moved to the steps and scrambled out.
“Bianca…!” roared O’Grady but I was already inside the huge house, running up the stairs, slipping and standing, as I wept.
In the room which I had been given, I wanted nothing better than to slam the door, lock myself in and die.
But I sank to the floor, sobbing, cold and wretched. All the joy of the morning had evaporated and I saw myself in the cold light of reality; I was a sex slave, to be used and discarded till the next one came along for the brothers to amuse themselves.
And I?
My feelings did not matter…my body was to be used and then thrown away…
*
Making a superhuman effort, I rose to my feet and went into the shower stall where I leaned against the walls as the hot sprays warmed my body while I sobbed my heart out.
*
O’Grady turned to watch the figure of the girl he had been about to f*ck as she ran into the house and disappeared. He was furious.
But with whom?
*
With himself for being a cad and taking advantage of the innocent girl with the eyes like molten cocoa, her body strumming under him like a well-tuned guitar?
Her luscious curves that had made him change his plans to check out the gambling den on Welldon Street and come here for a quick f*ck? Because that was what she had reduced him to, after a single night of s*x, a lust-crazed man, longing to lose himself in her youthful body.
Or was he furious with the girl herself, for being such a f*cking distraction?
He should be angry with Paige, for turning up at his home unannounced, although, as his fiancee, she had every right to…
*
He turned to meet the carefully- blank face of Sid, who was still waiting.
“Aah…f*ck, let her in,” he snapped in disgust, scowling and the man strode off down the lawns.
*
A moment later, Paige appeared, looking angry and flushed.
“Your f*cking stupid men stopped me at the gate, did you know that Liam?’ she screamed and then stopped, staring at him as he floated in the pool.
“Liam, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” she screeched, her eyes narrow in suspicion.
He rose from the water, naked and dripping wet, hiding his erection which was now at half mast, as he wrapped a towel around his midriff.
*
Turning to her, his face dark with anger, expression thunderous, he barked,
“Who are you, babe, my mother? We’re not married yet.”
He snarled in displeasure and she stopped, aware that she had overstepped herself.
Backtracking quickly, she pouted and stepped to him, trying to reach up and kiss him.
“Let’s go out somewhere, let’s go have lunch, baby,” she crooned, clinging to him and he hid the irritation on his handsome face.
“I need to change first,” he snapped and strode away.
*
Paige’s narrow gaze followed him in distrust.
Something was up, but what? Liam O’Grady was a dedicated man when it came to work and once he was in his offices, he would stay there till past midnight, or take a long tour of each of his gambling centres, covering one area every day.
But coming for a mid-day swim to his house on the hills, away from the city?
This was totally out of character.
*
Scowling, she began to follow him into the house when she noticed the pink towel on the lounge chair by the pool, a bottle of sunscreen and a pair of simple women’s sunglasses.
Paige stopped, her senses on high alert.
Who was staying here?
*
She walked into the house and made her way to the kitchen. The sour-faced Martha turned to look at her and after a stiff greeting, the woman went back to work.
“So who’s the girl staying here?’ asked Paige, coming to the point immediately and saw the cook’s shoulders stiffen guiltily.