Liam O’Grady had met all kinds of women; those who fell all over him, those who kept sending him flirtatious looks, coy and winsome, to show their interest.
But his woman before him, no this nineteen going on twenty young lass, she was in a league of her own. He bristled, his fists clenching as he sought to rein in his temper.
She had the audacity to be sassy, to give him lip, when he had all but left all his work, his business, to go scouting for that dirty bast*rd, Dean Nelson?
He glared at her pugnaciously, his lower jaw hard.
And then, as his gaze swept her frame, he felt his member harden.
The little wi*ch was wearing a man’s shirt, one of Saint’s, if he was not mistaken.
A white shirt with nothing underneath, and from the looks of her tousled hair, she had been wearing it as a f*cking night shirt!
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Jealousy, pure and evil gripped him. Was she missing his brother to such an extent that she wore one of his shirts to bed ???
With a coarse oath that made Bianca’s ears ring, he stepped inside, so swiftly, she did not have time to react, kicking the door shut behind himself.
Then his mouth was on hers, hard, demanding and possessive.
She tried to resist him, her small fists bunched in between their chests but it was a losing battle. Just as her lips parted, allowing him to duel with her tongue, her hands went to his shoulders, his body, digging her nails into his muscled back, He tugged at her shirt fiercely and she groaned, raking her nails down his back,
She was angry and it showed in her movements. O’Grady was like a hungry man, he pushed her back to stand against the wall, as he kissed her, his mouth moving across her face, nipping at her throat, down to her breasts.
She moaned as he tugged fiercely at the shirt and she heard the buttons popping. Raising her flushed face, she said,
“Stop that, O’Grady. ”
And as he breathed hard, his face a mask of gluttony, she went on,
“It’s…St Just’s shirt…”
He gripped her hair, snarling,
“The f*ck are you parading about naked in my brother’s shirt, lassie?”
And tearing it off her startled, heated body, he growled, pushing himself into her body as his hands roved over her big breasts and taut nipples, making her aware of how needy he was.
He growled,
“Asking for a man to stick his c*ck in you, huh?”
She reacted at once, raising her hand and slapping him hard on his cheek.
He grunted and kissed her again, a punishing kiss, a hand on her throat, the other moving, unerringly to her thighs.
He kicked her legs apart as she gasped for air and then he growled, as his fingers unerringly explored her se*,
” Ah, your pus*y is dripping wet, lass,”
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And he pinched her clit roughly, making her squeal in shock, rising on her toes. She gripped his shoulders, her head falling back as his mouth fastened on her thick nipple, sucking relentlessly while his fingers teased her, thrusting, making her mock-f*ck his hand.
“Oh…O’Grady…Please… Liam…” she begged and he raised his head, to her face.
His name rolled off her tongue in such a devastatingly melodious way, his co*k ached when she called him.
“Say my name, baby,” he growled, pressing his erection against her naked body, soft and yielding as it was,
“Go on, Pet, say my name,” he grunted as with a free hand, he took out his eager manhood.
She gulped as he lifted her and before she could make a sound, he had thrust into her, almost vertically, upwards, making her scream in shock.
“You want the f*cking building to know how your Master f*cks you, huh, Pet?” he grunted with a wolfish grin and she blushed to the roots of her hair.
Between his thrusts, savage and merciless. Bianca threw her head back, her long hair falling behind like a curtain. She had wound her legs around his waist, her boy clinging to his as she moaned. Her arms were around O’Grady’s thick neck and she mumbled something audible.
“My name, lass,” he groaned urgently as he felt his member beginning to ready to dump his load in her, as he pounded her, in, out, in and out.
“Say it!” he roared and she clutched at his arms, as she sobbed wildly,
“Liam, Lia…O’Grady…” that was all she was capable of for she was in the throes of an orgasm which robbed her of the power to speak. She felt the stars exploding, she giggled as her body tingled and she lowered her head as he grasped her hair and kissed him back fiercely. As for the Mafia boss, he was shaking with the force of his ejaculation and he groaned as he sank his mouth to her throat, sucking, biting and finally, kissing her hard.
*
They sank to the nearby couch for O’Grady staggered to it and lowered Bianca to the couch before joining her on it. She lay, her eyes shut, breathing heavily and he looked at her through his narrowed lids.
Bianca Cruz had made him come in a way no woman had ever done.
And he did not think it had been a one-off thing. No sir, this lady, with her curvaceous body, could set him on fire like no one had ever managed to do.
Which was why he could not walk away from her.
She was like a drug; he craved her, was sick until he had her, and then, he felt the most intense satisfaction, the relief that was unmatched as he lay beside her. Bianca’s body was damp, while his big bulk was bathed in sweat.
His eyes settled fascinated on her full, heavy breasts and he saw the beard burn on them, feeling a sense of pride. He had marked her.
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As though becoming aware of his sharp black eyes on her, she turned her head and said in a breathless voice, her dimples appearing in that delightful way he loved,
“O’Grady…you’ll have to get St Just a new shirt!”
The comical timing of her remark and the dancing devilment in her wide brown eyes made him burst out laughing.
At least she had not said something like how she loved him, came a small voice in his head and the big Mafia man was unsure of why he felt disappointed by that realization…
*
Bianca rose and went to wash herself. O’Grady followed her, gripping her shoulders and spinning her around.
“The f*ck did you mean by giving me lip when I came here, Pet?” he snarled, his big bulk inordinately large in the tiny bathroom.
She looked up at him, her expression solemn, biting her lip to hide the hurt.
“You did not come…” she began but he stopped her, laying a thick finger across her lips.
“The f*ck do you mean, woman? I was out there, finding out who was responsible for this … f*cking disaster!” he waved his hand in an expansive gesture to indicate the house.
“I f*cking OWN this building and if my woman gets threatened here, d’you think I’m going to sit around twiddling my f*cking thumbs?” She moved to him, contrite as understanding dawned.
Placing her hands on his hirsute chest, she said, looking into his eyes.
Her heart filled as he called her his Woman.
*
“Forgive me, Master.” And standing on her toes, she kissed him, gently. At least, that was how it began but with a growl, O’Grady gripped her nape and kissed her hard.
She gasped and made to step away as she said in a small voice, shivering with cold,
‘Lets get out of this washroom, please.” He roared with laughter.
It was true. They filled the tiny space.
Stepping into the shower, gripping her wrist, he pulled her under the shower head as he turned on the water. Bianca squealed as the cold water came first and then, giggled as she rested her cheek on his chest and licked his flat nipples.
O’Grady’s member rose obligingly and she dimpled up at him, water droplets dotting her lovely face.
“Again?” she queried innocently, leaning into him and he grunted, shaking the water off his head and scooping her into his arms.
“You’re a horny little gal, aren’t you Pet?” O’Grady rumbled as he carried her to the room, swatting her rounded bottom hard, earning a gasp of outrage or his efforts.
They towelled each other off.
“Now rest, babe,” he growled, a smile playing around his firm, beautiful mouth and Bianca’s face glowed.
She loved this man, crude and caveman-like as he was.
Sighing, she let him tug her onto bed and they lay, clinging to each other. She placed a hand on his chest and he was soon asleep, his face tranquil and so much younger as he relaxed in sleep.
*
Bianca lay, looking at him, unwilling to disturb him.
she turned around and belatedly remembered that her stash of birth control pills had run out. In fact, she had been planning to get them renewed when she had shifted here. She sat up in horror. She had slept with both her Masters, without precautions!
Silently, she turned to look at the man sleeping beside her, his head cradled on an arm, a hand resting on her waist. She wriggled back beside him.
She would get the morning-after pill , the very next day, she told herself before slipping back into sleep, cuddled beside the big, warm body of the man she loved, Liam O’Grady.