When Bianca crept back to her room, she was exhausted. O’Grady came with her, his arm around her waist, holding her up.
“Ah, pet,” he said in a soft, tender tone and she wanted to lean into him, spend the night in his arms. But…
She kissed him quickly and opened the door slowly.
Luckily, the doors in the Delano mansion did not creak.
Bianca stood for a while, holding her breath, staring at the dark shape of her sister who was dead to the world. Poor Anna was dead to the world, exhausted, no doubt.
She smiled as she tiptoed to the washroom and took a quick shower, giggling to herself as he saw the marks made by her Masters on her body.
They had been aware of the small window of time they had, but her Masters had pleasured themselves, taking care to bring her to the heights of pleasure too, in that short space of time. But she had been too on edge to stay and bathe with them.
Lord, but she loved them…
When she snuggled down in bed, beside her sister, she smiled, looking out at the moonlight streaming in through the balcony windows.
A sudden thought struck her…how would she live without her men? They had opened a door ot something she had never experienced, never imagined!
And when the remaining three weeks were done…she would be out in the cold..
True, her campus awaited her; she’d gotten hostel accommodation at the University she had fancied all along. But it was far away from Hunter’s Folly, close to Hollowford…
She sighed, tears prickling her.
Would her Masters get another new Pet?
Bianca tossed and tuned, as she chided herself, rubbing her sore ass, where St Just had whipped her and later, tenderly rubbed lotion on.
She would miss them but they would move on.
It took her a while to fall asleep, her dark thoughts swirling around her head as she lay, listening to her sister’s deep breathing.
In the room beside her, the Masters were also having an argument. St Just, ever the clearly thinking rationalist, was the one who had initiated it.
“Bro, O’Grady,” he said, his handsome face serious, the tawny eyes dark with an earnestness which frightened O’Grady.
Whatever Saint had to say, Liam O’Grady knew would not be something he wanted to hear.
“Listen, man, we have to let her go gently,” he said, his blonde hair flopping onto his forehead.
“Before she imagines we are going to have a happy threesome.”
O’Grady whirled on him, eyes flashing.
“We HAVE a happy threesome, in case you didn’t notice, Saint!” he exclaimed sarcastically.
His brother shook his head candidly.
“No. we are enjoying ourselves, and so’s she.” He took a deep breath and moved over to stand looking out over the lawns, holding a glass of whiskey, courtesy the Mafia Don. The world outside was bathed in moonlight and the small lights on the lawns twinkled.
“But man, we have seen the world. She’s young; F*ck, she’s just turning twenty!”
He turned and saw the way O’Grady was struggling with his emotions.
“Sweet Jaysus man,” he went on in agitation, crossing to stand by his brother whose large hands were clenching and unclenching in fury.
” O’Grady, she’s on the cusp of a new life, she’s got potential man.”
And then, almost with regret, he went on,
“We can’t keep her locked away, just because we are enticed by her lovely body…”
O’Grady shut his eyes, trying to shut out his brother’s sane words. But his mind refused to comply. He could only see her, Bianca, on her knees before him, gagging as he rammed into her mouth with his c*ck.
Or lying before him, legs splayed, her wet pus*y ready for him…
He groaned and sank into an armchair beside the bed.
“What do you want to do, Saint?’ he growled, his voice tortured.
“We shut her out,” said his brother.
Liam O’Grady was beside his brother, a beefy hand wrapped around St Just’s throat as he snarled,
“NEVER!”
“You love her, don’t you, O’Grady?” said his brother sadly, eyes looking deep into his soul.
“I don’t…” began the Irishman and then, he flung himself away, swearing.
“YES! I love her, damn it! I’ve never felt this way about any other woman, Saint!” when he turned to his brother, his eyes were moist.
“But you are right…she deserves better…she needs to have a chance…to live…”
St Just turned away, and murmured softly, almost to himself,
“I can’t think of a life without her too, mate…”
But, lost as he was in his grief, O’Grady did not hear him as he began to steadily, zealously, drink himself into oblivion.
With a groan that seemed to come from his heart, O’Grady sank onto the bed. St Just stood, his heart wrenching for the girl he had also fallen in love with, pretty, innocent Bianca Cruz. The girl they would have to send away, broken-hearted, for her own happiness.
In another upstairs bedroom, Ria lay in her husband’s arms.
Philippe absently trailed his hand over her cheek as she shifted again, restlessly.
“What is it, baby?’ he asked, frowning, for he was tuned ot his wife’s moods, having seen her at close quarters, from the time she was a child.
She turned, moving to face him as she murmured softly,
‘Philippe, how can a woman love and sleep with TWO men at one time?”
Her obvious bewilderment over the matter of the Mafia men from Hunter’s Folly, made him chuckle.
But seeing that she was indignant and glaring at him, he said, soothingly, spooning her to his big body,
“Baby, there’s love and then there’s love.”
She was silent for a split second. Then Ria burst out in laughter, rolling on the bed as she dissolved in giggles helplessly.
Philippe sat up on an elbow, looking affronted.
“It’s high philosophy from YOU!” she laughed and he grabbed her to kiss her hard and soon, they were in each other’s arms, the matter of Bianca and her men forgotten completely.