Bianca
I turned in some shock as the door behind me crashed open, creating a sound that made me think it would break free of its hinges. Such was the force, the violence behind the action.
And then I froze.
Standing at the door was Paige Harley. A furious-looking Paige, with her blonde hair in limp stings around her pretty pouting face as she glared at me, her eyes like pinpricks. And then, she threw herself on me.
I was so unprepared for her attack, that I fell back with the weight of her body, which was considerably a lot more than I had imagined and landed on the carpeted floor, as she slammed into me, her fist slamming into my jaw, her hands tearing at my clothes, my hair, scratching, biting, kicking.
Desperately, I tried to protect my face but I knew I would have a shiner the next morning as I felt her fist, balled up and full of rage, hit me. I tried to cry out, to beg but apart from a few pathetic whimpers, I could not make a sound. To be truthful, I was terrified of this monster who had been unleashed.
All through the pounding, she kept shrieking,
‘Steal my man from me, will you, you wh*re? Huh?”
She raked her nails down my arms and tried to scratch my face but I struck out wildly and she yowled in pain.
I had actually managed to hit her! I thought as I flung her off, rolling about, even as she sank her teeth into my upper arm ferociously.
*
Suddenly, Paige’s body was wrenched off me and I looked up to find Liam O’Grady standing over me, Paige in his arms. His face, handsome at any other time, was like thunder, dark and murderous, towering over my hapless body. I shrank back as he held Paige easily, his large hands clamped around her waist.
As he began to screech, he slapped her hard across her face and I gulped, sitting up slowly, every bone in my body aching,
I could feel blood trickling down my cheek, above my temple and my eye was swelling up, hot and burning. There were various other points of pain all over my body but I sat, curled into a heap. Till I felt O’Grady’s eyes flicker over me.
“Go into the bathroom, clean yourself up and for the love of Jaysus, put on some clothes, girl!” he growled and added under his breath,
“You look like a f*cking wh*re who got into a catfight.”
Clutching my shredded shirt to my chest, I rose to my feet shakily and became aware that Paige had torn my shirt clean off my body, revealing my full breasts, for she had torn off the strap of my bra as well.
Paige was spluttering as he held her, anchored to his body and I all but stumbled to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me, sinking to the cool tiled floor, horror and shock invading me in a delayed reaction.
*
The loud voices from the other side of the door swirled around me and I listened, unable to move.
O’Grady was shouting,
“…Stupid c*nt, …just a tramp, a lay we bought for a year…”
I swallowed over the lump in my throat.
He was talking about me.
“…we share, but …Saint’s little toy, his playmate…” and then, a jeering laugh as he went on, obviously placating her, his beloved fiancee,
“You know how he likes to use his floggers…”
And then Paige’s whiney voice replied , a mumble but I caught the words,
“…overstacked rack…b*tch…”
I did not want to hear anything more. She had raised her voice and I knew that she was eager for me to catch the abuses she was hurling at me.
Shuddering, I curled into a ball on the floor, sobs wracking my body. I ached all over but I did not want to get up; so lost was I in my grief.
*
I had been a decent, well-balanced girl when I was growing up; Dad always spoke of me with pride.
“My girl does not use drugs or alcohol,” he would boast to his friends, the vicar and the local postmaster who sometimes dropped in for dinner.
“She’s got brains and beauty, has my little Bianca,” and he would add in a wistful voice, his voice dropping,” Like her mother.”
*
Now I rose to my feet after a long time, my body aching but it was my heart that was torn. I had begun to be attracted to Liam O’Grady, God help me, but his words and actions, had made me aware of the bitter reality.
I was nothing more than a toy to be used and discarded, by these men.
Whereas the Paige Harleys of this world would wed them and bear their children, have a family with them.
*
Liam O’Grady was breathing heavily as he stood under the shower, Paige at his feet, kneeling and sucking him off. The Mafia mobster felt nothing, absolutely nothing for her but his big body tensed as he thought of the little woman upstairs.
When he had torn Paige off her body, the sight of Bianca’s full, exposed breast, olive and plump, had made a surge of lust shoot through him. F*ck but he had wanted to take her there, throw Paige out and thrust into lovely, sensuous Bianca, with her mellow brown eyes and soft, plump mouth.
But he had wanted to protect her from the dire wrath of his fiancee for he knew how malevolent Paige could become.
She had once shaved off a chunk of hair from a woman’s head; the poor woman’s crime had been that she had been flirting with O’Grady at one of his gambling houses.
So he had brought her here, to his bedroom, where he had ordered her to take him in his mouth. Paige loved that, being ordered about by O’Grady with his piercing blue eyes and rippling muscles.
Now she lapped up the cum that erupted from his large, thick member, swallowing greedily as he held her head steady.
But unknown to Paige, it was the memory of another woman, her doe-eyed looks, ripe body, and swollen mouth, that made O’Grady explode with such force.
*
Bianca
I stepped out of the bathroom, my body still sore and torn from the vicious attack it had been subjected to. There were a million scratches on my arms and face, my eye was turning a shade of blue and the cuts and bruises tingled.
Timidly, I crept to the door and listened.
The clinking of cutlery made me realize that both Paige and her beau were having lunch. The sound of Paige’s laughter, loud and slightly sinister, carried to my ears and I gently shut the door. My overactive imagination did not want to hear O’Grady’s deep baritone, not after what he had said about me just now.
There was a hollow feeling in my stomach as I sank onto the window seat, my knees drawn to my chest. I had selected another T-shirt and a pair of jeans, distressed ones at that, but then, that was the only simple set of clothing I could lay my hands on.
Sighing, I laid my forehead on my knees, slipping into a deep, dark despair.
A slight, sharp knock on the door startled me. Wide-eyed and panicky, I looked around. Had my tormentors returned to finish what they had begun?
But no, it was only Alfred. The old man bore a tray covered with a pretty cloth.
Lunch, I thought grimly but my stomach rumbled approvingly.
The butler looked at me and just for a second, I saw a flicker of emotion on his face.
Shock. Then pity.
Whatever the emotions were, they were quickly hidden.
“Lunch.” He announced in a flat monotone and then, indicating the fridge, he added,
“Mr O’Grady says you should use the cold compress on your…uh…cheek.”
Suddenly, I was furious. I all but threw the tray directly at his head.
Standing up, I said stiffly.
“Thank you.”
*
But after he had left, shutting the door behind him noiselessly, I padded over to the fridge. Catching a glimpse of myself in one of the floor-to-ceiling mirrors, I gasped.
I looked like I had been to war!
My hair was in a mess, my eyes were large and wounded, with a fast-developing black eye, puffy and painful. And apart from that, the scratches on my chin and cheeks looked red and raw.
I stepped to the fridge and retrieved an ice pack, wondering bitterly if this was a constant occurrence. Girlfriend/fiancee meets resident slut; chaos erupts?
Sighing, I took up the tray.
Someone had thoughtfully provided a couple of painkillers as well besides the Jibarito, the Puerto Rican-style sandwich that was made with plantains instead of bread. And a lobster roll. A bowl of fruit and a glass of milk completed the meal.
For some time, I sat, biting my lip. I nibbled at the sandwich tentatively and sighed. It tasted delicious!
The Puerto Rican sandwich brought back fond memories of childhood, for my mother had made it quite often.
I nibbled at the food but then, gave in and ate it all. As I sat, sipping the cold milk, I heard the engine of O’Grady’s car revving up.
Tiptoeing to the balcony, I peered through the curtains. Paige and O’Grady were leaving, and he grabbed her and kissed her before they got in and drove off in a cloud of dust. For some obscure reason, I felt like howling in pain…
With a sudden burst of enlightenment, I realized that I had begun to fall in love…with Liam O’Grady…