Liam O’Grady walked through his club which housed the gambling den. He frowned slightly as he saw the crowds. It was a weekday and so, many of the members were just trickling in. St Just who appeared at his elbow, looked around as they stood in the mezzanine surveying their kingdom.
This was what they created, the two sons of old O’Grady, step by painful step.
They had set up the loan shark business from scratch but the gambling dens were Liam O’Grady’s own baby, his brainchild. At one time, he had been faced with a huge financial crisis but with sheer grit, he had managed to turn it around and was now, the unrivalled head of all the wealthiest casinos in this part of the country.
Liam O’Grady allowed himself to look around and admire the room, even as he critically studied it. It had been designed to look like a gothic mansion, with a high ceilinged foyer with an exquisite crystal chandelier he had had shipped in from Italy, that illuminated the huge room, with the paintings on the walls.
The windows were adorned with drapes, red and black
There were two curved staircases leading to the mezzanine where they stood, O’Grady in his black suit, the shirt buttons open to reveal his thick, hirsute muscled chest. With his chiselled features and tawny eyes, Finn St Just, who stood beside him, looked almost as imposing but he was still not as powerfully built or as dynamic looking as his half-brother.
O’Grady stood tall and dark, his cheek and jaw stubbled with stubble the ink clawing its way to his neck. Danger, screamed his body language and men shifted away uneasily as he looked at them while women melted with desire s his eyes slid over them, a mocking gleam in his deep blue eyes. Whereas St Just was known for his kinky tastes, Liam O’Grady had the reputation for being a fierce lover, the kind of man who would satisfy his woman while using her till she was drained.
*
As they stood, clad in suits that seemed to heighten the animalistic nature of O’Grady, while simultaneously making St Just look like a fallen angel, the two men were talking of a new plan that St Just had come up with.
‘A Kink Club, O’Grady,” he drawled in his smooth persuasive way,
“A place where every whim, however depraved, will be granted.”
O’Grady frowned. He had seen his father’s wh*re house, had seen how distraught his mother had been with its existence and he did not want to go through the guilt again. St Just, on the contrary, was a man who visited such places extensively, though to be honest, he had not gone to one ever since the Pet had entered their lives.
The thought of Bianca Cruz, she of the great brown eyes and the full red lips made him clench his fists. His c*ck reared in anticipation and he knew that he was going to get into her bed and f*ck her till she begged for mercy, very soon.
*
His brother had stopped speaking and was looking at him expectantly.
“I’ll check it out, visit the Kinksters one of these nights,” he growled, naming the leading Club in the area that catered to patrons who were looking for something different.
A few of the clients came up to greet them and chat then they began to talk of other mundane issues, related to the gambling outlets, the employees and the surveillance systems.
A couple of women drifted over, one of them in a backless dress, young and perky as she smirked at O’Grady meaningly.
“Could we take the frown off your handsome face, Sir?” asked the brunette challengingly, her blue eyes dancing as she moved closer to O’Grady.
“Ahh…wee lassie,” he said, in his Irish brogue,” You may keep my brother company.”
And with that, he strode off.
One look at St Just’s cold face and the women disappeared.
*
Bianca
I had spent a fruitful afternoon, indeed.
First, I had sent my applications to two of the Universities which seemed most likely to accept me and for that, I had scaled down my expectations. Simply put, I decided to begin with a Certificate of Achievement in Computerized Accounting Specialist. As it would only run for one single semester, I thought it would be a good idea to try for it and then establish what I wanted to do after that.
I had managed to talk to my stepmother, Heather and we had spent the first few minutes of our conversation, sobbing in joy on hearing each other’s voices.
“I miss you, Bianca, you are such an angel for getting me here, this place is like Heaven…” she gushed and I settled back on the bed, listening to her, tears flowing silently.
She went on and on about how wonderful it was, the food she was eating, the meetings she was attending and spoke of an Italian man, older than her by twelve years, who was very interested in her.
“He’s so polite, so courteous, dear,” she went on and I could almost see her blush as she spoke about the Honorable Signore Verga.
Suddenly, she seemed to remember that she had no idea where I was.
“And you, darling,” she queried anxiously,” What about you? Are you working?’
I smiled and replied,
“Yes, Heather, I’m working…”
Luckily for me, she broke off eh conversation because her Signore Verga had come to collect her; it was time for dinner, she said gaily.
I smiled as I kept the phone back on the bed. Well, at least she was happy.
*
In another part of the city, Liam O’Grady was on his way to the house on the hill. He had been nursing a huge hard-on and he knew that unless he went to see the Pet and slake his lust on her, he would not be able to rest.
The car drew up outside the porch and he climbed out, still in his dinner jacket, managing to create a commanding presence.
Alfred opened the door even as he alighted.
The old man kept a carefully blank expression as he asked,
“Shall I serve dinner, Sir?’
O’Grady was halfway up the stairs.
“Later,” he snapped, waving a hand dismissively and continued up to Bianca’s room.
*
Bianca
I lathered myself happily, humming as I used the exotic-smelling shower gel on my body. Something of sandalwood and a spice I could not identify. I washed my hair and beamed as I dried it, enjoying the small hedonistic pleasures this “job” entailed, as I figured drily that poor Heather was happy in the belief that her stepdaughter was working.
If she knew! I thought bitterly, tossing my hair back and thinking of how it gleamed, the layers that piled up making it look glamorous.
My “job “was to keep two men happy in bed…And I was already half in love with the one man who saw me as just a sex object, a means to satisfy his lust…
*
Peering at the foggy mirror, I noticed that the swelling under my eyes had subsided greatly.
Smiling as I hummed softly to myself, I stepped out of the shower cubicle, a thick towel wrapped around me and stopped short.
Liam O’Grady stood in the centre of the bedroom, a dark, forbidding presence and I felt the blood pound in my body and the sudden, wild clenching of muscles in my womb as I took in his appearance.
God, but he’s devastatingly handsome, I thought, the familiar feeling of weak knees overcoming me.
“Pet…” he growled and I trembled at the passion in his voice, low and rumbling.
“Take it off, that towel. Drop it on the floor.”
And when I did not move, he repeated,
“NOW.”