For a long moment, Liam O’Grady stood still, battling with shock and outrage.
Had she just challenged HIM?
The little Pet had thrown his words back at him, denting his pride, his ego. She had held up the mirror to him and he was not sure he liked what he saw. But the feeling of being in the wrong disturbed him and he flew into a rage. And suddenly, O’Grady was hell-bent on punishing her for making him see the truth.
With an oath, he brought his mouth crashing on hers, hard and punishing. She resisted, refusing to part her lips and he bit her lower lip hard, causing her to give a strangled gasp. His tongue thrust in, his lower body rubbing against hers, making her aware of his erection, hard and forceful, pressing into her.
The Mafia man’s hands dug into her waist, one hand going to a large, soft breast, kneading it, pinching her thick nipple, making her quiver in unwilling excitement.
He raised his head, his eyes glittering as he growled in fury,
“How many men did you f*ck, wh*re? Were they good?”
Goaded by his ever-increasing jealousy, his balls grew heavy, demanding release in the body of this Siren. Bianca was struggling furiously, not giving in and he was growing more incensed with each minute. The little pet was fighting him? He thought in incredulity.
His whiskey-laden breath was hot against her face as the enraged Mafia man sneered,
“The young me you f*cked, my little wh*re, were they better than my c*ck?”
She raised a hand and with all the strength of her anger, she struck him hard, slapping him across the cheek, leaving a red mark on his stubbled jaw.
He gave a bark of astonishment.
No woman had dared to slap him; he had always won them over, And here was this little girl, the Pet…
Enraged and strangely, erotically alive, he snarled,
“You’ll pay for that, sl*t!”
He tore off her shirt and she sobbed in sudden apprehension as she saw he was livid. Swivelling her head, she bit down on his muscled arm and he gave a grunt of surprise. Bianca took that minute to push him away.
Wriggling out of his muscled arms, she tried to race into the bedroom and shut the door but he was behind her and grabbed her in his arms with force. Pinning her down on the table, after sweeping all her books to the floor with a mighty roar, he swiftly bound her small wrists above her head and tore off her trousers.
She knew that he was too strong for her to tackle; Bianca was begging in earnest now. It was futile; she could not resist him when his hands were on her, arousing her to a frenzy. Bianca hated herself for giving in, hated him for making her feel so wretchedly helpless…
“Stop I… O’Grady, please Liam…stop..”
He had lowered his head to take her mouth again and her words were swallowed up in his passionate kiss.
The tempo was different; he was moving his mouth over hers, whispering soft words and she felt herself caving in. This was a man who was wooing her in earnest and Bianca Cruz was helpless before his practiced skill.
‘I’m sorry, Bianca…I couldn’t…forgive me, Pet…ever again, baby, I’ll never…hurt you…”
Weakening, she continued to struggle and he lowered his head to a peaked nipple, taking the firm bud into his mouth, biting and sucking and she felt her body, her wretched body begin to surrender. No, she told herself firmly and kicked out wildly. He raised his head, eyes slits of black ice and drawled, his strong hands pinning her to the table,
‘Remember who you belong to…You are MINE, Bianca Cruz, you are the possession of Liam O’Grady…”
And with that, he thrust into her wetness, making her cry out as he rode her harshly.
His thick manhood seemed to be ramming into her womb, hitting her G-Spot repeatedly and her body arched in supplication. His mouth was all over her, her face, her throat, her breasts as he took her roughly, like a man who could not hold himself back.
She was weeping with arousal and anger and then, she was climaxing, screaming out his name.
He lowered his head and kissed her.
Then with a roar, he was coming too fast, furiously and she sobbed as she felt him, the hot ropes of his seed as they filled her womb…
He raised his head after a while, and grunted rasping.
As he gently removed his belt, the one he had used to restrain her wrists, he kissed her swollen mouth, her eyelids and cheeks as he growled,
‘I’m sorry, Bianca…but I…”
A loud, screechy voice interrupted him and they both turned to stare in astonishment at the woman in the doorway. Barbara Watermann stood there, her body shaking in fury as he screamed,
“So…another of your wh*res, huh?’ O’Grady, you…you rutting …PIG!!!”
And then, tears of fury running down her carefully made up face, her mascara running along with it, she shouted,
“YOU JUST CLIMBED OUT OF MY BED AFTER F*CKING ME!!!”
And then she sobbed, clutching the door,
“How could you do this to me, Liam O’Grady, how could you?”
O’Grady rose, and pulled up his trousers slowly. His shirt was open, the Pet had torn off the buttons in her rage, he thought wryly and he said , as he shifted to hide Bianca’s dishevelled state,
“Barbara Watermann? The F*CK…how dare YOU follow me, you desperate c*nt?”
And he went on, moving towards her, his face hard as rock,
‘If I want to meet my mistress, if I want to pleasure myself with her, that’s something I am going to do. Who the f*ck are YOU to interfere?”
She stopped, her mouth open, gaping at him. She had not known what to expect. But coming inside and seeing the man who she was planning to marry, lying on top of a young brunette with the sexiest figure, all curves and youth, had made her see red.
Now she swallowed hard and said stiffly,
“We…”
He moved closer and now she shrank back. She had never seen O’Grady in a rage. It was frightening, to put it mildly.
“You are just another f*ck for me. And guess what? I don’t think I am interested in you anymore, Watermann.”
He stepped back, still trying to hide Bianca who was trembling with shock as she sat on the bed, having pulled a sheet over her nakedness.
The sight of the wide-eyed girl, her soft mouth swollen from O’Grady’s kisses, maddened Barbara.
Stepping around O’Grady, she laughed in derision as she pointed at the girl who was quaking in shock.
“You might think you have him by the balls, you wh*re. but remember, you’re just one in a line of many. ”
The sight of the girl’s face, blanching, made her go on in glee,
“He’ll move on to take another young wh*re to share with his no-good brother.”
And tossing her head, she glared at O’Grady as she went on,
‘It’s women like me that men like him want to marry and settle down with, you sl*t. You’re just a sweet pus*y to keep him happy. But he’ll come to the likes of me for marriage and kids.”
And with another contemptuous, supercilious look at Bianca, who was looking unhappier than ever, she stormed out of the room.
There was a silence. O’Grady sighed and ran his hand through his ruffled black hair as he turned to look at his Pet. She sat, her face downcast, her soft plump body heaving, those large breasts that could make a man go wild, shuddering with each breath.
After a pause, Bianca raised her head to him, her eyes shining with unshed tears as she rose slowly, with dignity, hiding her rounded body with a sheet.
She turned to go to the washroom, but he stopped her, a large calloused hand on her bare shoulder. She flinched, which angered him.
“Pet…” he began but she shook her head, giving a brittle laugh.
“It’s ok, Master. She was right, wasn’t she.”
The bleakness in her voice hit him in the gut.
And shrugging off his hand with a gesture worthy of a queen, she moved to the washroom, throwing the words over her shoulder as she went.
“She did not say anything wrong, Master. I am what she called me, after all, am I not?”
She turned to look at him, her hand on the door jamb, uncaring that her beautiful, rounded a*se was bare as she said in a soft voice, brown eyes brimming with unshed tears,
“I’m just another wh*re. To use and discard when you are done with me.”