Bianca
We lay, exhausted, our limbs tangled with each other, bodies damp and panting. I sighed as O’Grady rolled away and I felt him rise and go to eh bathroom. Turning my head, I watched him, that muscular physique which made me long to hold him in my arms again, to confess how I felt about him.
Tattoos, stretching all over his chest and snaking up his arms, only making him look more dangerous and I bit my lip. I loved this man, my core throbbing in memory as I thought of how he had ridden me, hard and fast.
And I had responded so readily, loving him, loving the act of making love, albeit rough …
*
But reality struck.
Don’t be a fool, girl said a voice that sounded suspiciously like my late mother’s. He’s just paid you to share his bed, so you would do best not to fall in love with him and make a fool of yourself.
I moved onto my side and waited for a beat.
I would not behave like a fool, I told myself and rose to my feet.
*
My legs felt shaky and I tottered a little, feeling the ache in various places as I padded over to the bathroom.
Then, with a bright smile, I entered.
*
Liam O’Grady spun around. He had been under the shower and had wanted Bianca to rest a while before he took a washcloth to her.
But to his surprise, she walked in and joined him under the shower.
“Pet…” he growled hoarsely,” I was going to clean you up…”
She raised herself on her toes and dragged her tongue over his mouth, tantalizing him.
“I’m a big girl now, Master,” she said, her lips on his firm nipple and he slammed her against the wall, overcome by desire again, to punish her for setting him on fire again.
The last coherent thought that Bianca had before she was swept up in the onslaught of lust, was that she should have to renew her birth control Pill prescription…
*
Another passion was raging in the Kinksters Club, but this was of a different kind; it was rage.
Finn St Just rose to his feet, his face dark with anger. The slimy old toad, Joe Cahill, probably thought that he could create friction between the brothers but not on St Just’s watch.
With a disgusted look at the old man who was leaning back in his chair, coughing now, St Just began to stride out.
But Joe Cahill was not done.
In a thin voice, he said,
“Mebbe you should check the accounts in the Cayman isles, boyo.”
And with the old man’s mocking, hateful laughter ringing in his ears, St Just strode out.
*
He was fuming as he got into the car which drove up smoothly to take him home. His intention had been to get home to the penthouse suite he had in the city but now, after listening to Joe Cahill, he changed his mind.
The old man knew everything about everyone else’s financial dealings, thought St Just darkly. He had snitches everywhere.
Probably that was how he knew of the Cayman Isle account.
No harm in alerting O’Grady, thought St Just with a tired sigh, unbuttoning his shirt wearily.
It had been a long day. Perhaps, he could play with the Pet again tonight? he thought, a smile on his handsome face.
*
The thought made him change his mind.
“Take me to the House,” he barked and the chauffeur obediently swung the car around.
As he leaned back in the seat and shut his eyes, St Just reflected idly, that unlike with the other women they had kept as Pets, both the brothers had not f*cked young Bianca simultaneously.
*
That was strange. Normally, O’Grady was always up for such an act. While their Pet serviced one of the brothers with her mouth, she would be pounded mercilessly by the other. They took turns, switching places. Sometimes, exploring an*l intercourse as well, although O’Grady was not too fond of that.
Yet, this time, they had not taken her together…
St Just tapped his finger on his long, patrician nose.
But this time, Liam O’Grady had been strangely forgetful of their tradition.
St Just squeezed the bridge of his nose and observed to himself,
“We could do it tonight if all goes well.”
The thought excited him and he smiled slightly.
But first, he decided that he needed to warn his brother of the old man’s machinations.
*
This time, I allowed O’Grady to pick me up and carry me to the bedroom. I was in a stupor and I knew that I was barely conscious.
O’Grady chuckled low in his throat and kissed me softly.
“That’s what happens when little girls challenge the big boys, lass,” he said not ungently.
I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck in exhaustion, bringing his head down for a long kiss as I murmured,
“I love you, Liam O’Grady.” Then, I sank into a deep, blissful sleep.
*
He stared at the soft features of the young woman who was in his arms. Her words were ringing in his head.
I love you, Liam O’Grady, she had said softly, before promptly falling asleep.
He gently uncoiled her firm young arms from around his neck and stood, looking down at her.
Had she meant it?
Or was it because she was still in the throes of a sexual slumber?
It disturbed him, enough to make him hesitate.
*
He had had many women say they loved him; had also told many women the same line.
But the truth ringing in the words of this lovely little woman, that hit him hard.
Bianca Cruz had meant it.
*
He did not want a relationship with a little innocent like Bianca Cruz, said his mind, the practical part of him; he needed to get married to a woman who would lift him to great heights; who would help him to establish a name for himself in the world of politics.
And this little girl, who was nothing better than a teen, with no family name, nothing, but the ability to sell her body to save her family.
What could she do for him?
His heart said She will make you happy.
*
Liam O’Grady hesitated, staring down at the little woman who had submitted to his every whim all night long. He recalled the ardent love in her beautiful mocha eyes as she looked at him, her trust in him…
Ah, F*CK! He thought, flinging the washcloth on the floor.
But then, his practical, ambitious side kicked in.
Who needs something as ephemeral as love? Scoffed the Mafia man, striding across to pull on his clothes, willy-nilly. F*ck, there would be time enough to get some woman to bear his children and declare her undying love for him. This little chit of a girl was basically a wh*re, selling her body; he would only be saddled with a burden if he reciprocated her affections.
True, she had worked her charm on him, had proved she could be useful in bed.
But so were so many other women, countless ones. And none of them would speak of love and expect to be loved.
*
He needed to put some distance between her and himself, he thought bleakly as he buttoned his shirt and pulled on his shoes.
She was not the woman for him. Yes, her body could mesmerize him, make him forget everything; but …
Shaking his head, he strode out, preparing to leave for his own apartment in the city.
*
Just as Liam O’ Grady came down the stairs, preparing to leave the house, his half-brother entered.
Finn St Just looked at his brother’s face, noting the aching tiredness and a kind of bleakness in his brother’s handsome face.
He stepped forward and asked in mild astonishment and worry,
“What’s wrong, O’Grady?”
The Irishman laughed in a brittle way and said in a voice that was attempting to sound scornful.
“That girl there, our Pet, f*ck, she’s a handful alright, man. Kept my balls hard and aching all night. We must have gone around five times already. She’s a great f*ck”
He sighed and shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck, avoiding his brother’s searching gaze.
He laughed, a bitter cynical sound as he went ton, almost dismissively,
“You can have her, all yours. A Wh*re we chose rightly, matey. A nice, f*ckable Wh*re.”
And with that, he strode out, leaving St Just staring after him, frowning.
*
Bianca had crept out onto the landing, wondering who had come at this late hour.
She had heard O’Grady’s voice.
Now she froze at his words.
They seemed to be like blows on her heart, resounding, creating a kind of pain she had never experienced before.
Callous.
Hurtful
He had called her a Who*e …
That was all she was to him.
A lay. A “fuc*able wh*re”
And what about her?
This had come after she had, in her naivete, declared her love for him.
How he must be laughing at her, mocking her total stupidity, her innocence!
Stuffing her fist in her mouth, Bianca crept away, heading to the bathroom where she locked herself, sinking to the ground, giving way to the storm of tears.
Crying as though her heart was breaking…
*