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 than before.
*
His brother, his face a tight mask of displeasure, rose to his feet, not bothering to hide his body. They had made love to countless women, the brothers taking turns and had never felt the need to feel ashamed or to hide their bodies.
St Just drawled,
‘Why the f*ck are you behaving like a dog in the manger, O’Grady?”
And moving closer, tugging a towel around his lean hips, he said in a voice that was harder,
“Didn’t see you try to check on our pet after your Fiancee,” he said the word in an exaggerated manner,”
After the crazed bit*h, Paige f*cking Hardy had beaten up our Pet? Huh?”
O’Grady’s nostrils flared.
” Forgotten our pact bro?” he taunted, stepping closer, “To share?'” He snarled, his face pushed closer to his brother’s and for a minute, he looked as though he was about to hit St Just.
*
Bianca
I had frozen in place when I saw Liam O’Grady at the door. His shirt unbuttoned to the middle of his chest, I could see the thick, curling hairs on his hirsute chest, and make out the sinister-looking tattoo on his neck that snaked down to his arm, till his wrist.
His balled-up fists, the tightness of his jaw, the white lines from his nose to his mouth scared me more than I had ever thought possible and I shrank into St Just’s arms, wishing I was clothed. St Just’s tightened his arms around me and I made out from the gesture that he was trying to make me feel calm. But I was trembling.
I slid out of his arms and fled to the back of the bed, vainly trying to tug the sheets to cover my body.
The heat of O’Grady’s eyes on me made me shiver uncontrollably and I huddled beneath a pile of blankets, biting my lip, unable to meet his hard gaze. I felt my skin tingle and burn as I knew he was looking at me with that blistering hot gaze of his.
I gradually became aware that he was arguing with St Just, a heated argument and they were almost nose to nose, their eyes clashing.
It looked like they would beat each other up any minute and then I heard O’Grady say, his voice hoarse with emotion,
“Forgotten our pact to share?”
*
I went hot and then cold all over. I had forgotten for a while that I was brought here, after signing a pact, to please them.
*
O’Grady turned when he heard me give a gasp.
Then, he recovered himself and laughed, a hard brittle sound as he sneered,
“Don’t feel like sloppy seconds, with our little wh*re…”
Before he could finish, St Just had slammed a fist into his cheek and O” Grady grunted, reeling backwards, taken by surprise.
Liam O’Grady was a professional street fighter who had developed into a full-fledged fighting machine over the years.
He had been taken unawares, but not for long. The Mafia Boss growled and flung out his clenched fist, catching his brother in the chin and heard the satisfying sound of St Just groaning as he reeled. Another sharp punch, this time in the ribs and St Just collapsed. Folding his large body as he fell down, he groaned and tasted blood. Bianca rushed to him and held him kneeling beside him, her face cloudy as she looked up at O’Grady who was nursing his knuckles.
“I’ll get myself a couple of women to f*ck tonight, real women, to f*ck, brother dearest,” he snarled as he turned and left, slamming the door behind him and added, turning to look at Bianca’s white face,
” I don’t need a novice who does not even know how to f*ck a man properly. I’ll get myself some good women.”
He stormed out, slamming the door, knowing sadistically that his barb had hit home.
*
A few hours later, St Just sat, wearing a bathrobe, an ice pack at his jaw, nursing his aching face.
He sighed. He had not seen his brother become enraged over any woman in all the time they had shared their pets. This was new for him.
He glanced at the long mirror on the wall and gave a small snort. Bianca, covered from head to toe in a long, soft robe, looked at him fearfully.
He jerked his chin at the mirror and growled,
“Pet, we look like a pair of professional boxers, with shiners and black eyes, don’t we?
*
Bianca looked at the mirror and dimpled, unable to stop herself. And then, she slid into the chair, laughing as he chuckled, holding his head in his hands.
*
Liam O’Grady had been driven back to his nightclub, The Voyeurs, which boasted of a flashy, stylish elite who frequented it for the sophisticated escorts and the gambling, all in a highly elegant set-up.
He had arranged to be met by a long-standing woman friend of his if you could call the relationship he shared with Maria Baker a ‘friendship’. She was a lonely woman, her husband was a banker and a gambler, obsessed with both and having little time to spend with his middle-aged wife who carried on a series of liaisons with younger men in secret to keep herself occupied.
Her husband would not divorce her for he would have to split the company he headed with her, Maria having been a partner from the time of the company’s inception. Besides, he had discovered that he was interested in men and young boys…
Todd Baker was not interested in messing up his image in public. Remaining married to Maria provided a front for what he really wanted to do. So he looked the other way when his wife snuck out at night to be with her lover. He could not care less.
*
She was aware that she was just a fill-in kind of f*ck for O’Grady, who was at least seven years her junior. But she loved spending time in bed with him and with her botoxed face and surgically enhanced body, she looked younger and enjoyed his attentions when he deigned to look her way.
Maria waltzed in exactly five minutes after O’Grady arrived and he felt a pang of sadness as he realized just how lonely she was.
But then, she came to him, draping her long, thin arms around his neck and kissing him full on the lips before nuzzling his neck.
O’Grady grunted and hustled her away, using the private lift that led directly to his rooms on the top floor.
*
It was a long night and he rode her mercilessly. Maria giggled and then moaned and finally whimpered as she rose in the early hours of the morning, pouting.
“Seriously, O, “she said, for she called him O,” what was that all about?”
She giggled again as she went on, stroking his hardening member,
“You nearly tore me apart, baby…”And she giggled, moving up to him and sliding her hand over his chest.
Liam O’Grady flipped her over and slammed into her hard and fast, ignoring her moaning and gasping.
*
He did not want to tell her that all night long, he had been fantasizing that he was f*cking their Pet, her large breasts, her soft, tight, wet little c*nt…
When he was spent, he stood up, looking at her with unseeing eyes. He strode away to take a hot shower and beamed at Maria who was getting ready to leave.
*
All he could think of was Bianca Cruz with her lovely, sensuous body beneath him.
Instead, he looked at Maris, seeing the tiredness, the lines around her eyes and kissed her gently.
“Got a gift for my favourite gal, I have,” he grinned and handed her one of the small boxes that he kept handy, the one with a necklace of pearls.
He had stacks of them, thanks to Diana Benz, but that was something Maria Baker was not aware of.
Maria smiled tremulously. And soon, she was in a cab, driving back to her lonely home and her cold husband who had not bothered to ask where she was heading to the previous night…
*