Bianca opened her mouth in an involuntary O as the cab swept up the long curving drive and pulled up at the entrance.
Shangri La was all about flashy, in your face, alright. But the place also exuded a grandeur, an opulence that left her gasping. Money had flowed in copious quantities, obviously, she thought as she stepped out when a door attendant rushed to open the door and helped her out. It was opulent, it was the playhouse of millionaires. And tonight, little Bianca Cruz, was here, invited by none other than the wife of the man who owned this fantastic place.
Serena was standing beside her, an amused, indulgent smile playing about her beautifully shaped mouth as she watched Bianca.
“I know, ‘ she said smiling,” it’s extravagant, but a once-in-a-lifetime experience to visit.”She turned away but Bianca heard her softly whispered words,
“And stay to play…”
Her brow crinkled in confusion but Bianca managed to keep in step with the taller woman as they entered. The inside was equally breathtaking but they saw Louis and Bianca felt her features harden.
She was not at all sure she liked the man. But to her surprise, he strode over to them, beaming widely and asked Serena, after giving her a quick hug,
“Is this O’Grady’s love?”
Bianca blinked and looked closer. This smiling man was the spitting image of Louis but …
Serena chuckled.
“This is Dom, Louis’ twin. Well, I mean, they are a set of triplets…” Dom made a loud protesting sound and cried,
“Set of?”
The real Louis was approaching and he whisked Serena into his arms, kissing her hard. As his eyes landed on Bianca, she saw the ice in his gaze but he had probably been tutored by Serena, for he only nodded and said,
“This way, ladies.
Bianca walked slowly and was thankful for Dom. He chattered on, and she guessed that he had sensed her discomfiture.
*
Lucien Delano was in the penthouse apartment where his Woman was adjusting his jacket, her bottom lip between her teeth, a look of intense concentration on her lovely face. He grunted.
She looked stunning. Despite her protests, she was wearing the gown he had picked out for her, showing off her plump shoulders, backless and with a thigh-high slit, which made her look erotically dazzling. He wanted to have her on his arm, and proclaim to the world that he had the most beautiful woman as his consort.
Sensing his amorous gaze, she looked up and blushed as she saw his expression. He reached out to stroke her lips and with a wicked dimpled smile, she took his finger in her mouth and sucked it. Hard.
The Mafia Don grunted and pushed her against the wall.
His hands went to her dress, yanking it down and she squealed in alarm as her full breasts were exposed.
Lucien had deliberately chosen a garment that would not allow her to wear any undergarments beneath it.
“Lucien,” she panted, for a large hand was already between her thighs, stroking the little nub, coaxing it to swell as his mouth moved over her. Her head was thrown back as he kissed and bit his way to her breast.
“Take the f*cking dress ff, wh*re,” he grunted hoarsely and with a sigh, Proserpina stepped out of her dress.
‘We’re going to be late…” she murmured as he hoisted her onto the bed, her naked body tantalising him as always.
“F*ck the party.” He grunted, pulling out his erect member as he savagely parted her legs and drove into her. She cried out, gripping his shoulder as he mounted her, riding her hard.
“My party, my rules,” he growled as he hammered his c*ck into her wet womanhood, balls deep in her.
*
Liam O’ Grady looked about himself morosely. He did not want to attend any party.
Instead, he would rather be at home, drinking himself into oblivion. He was already beginning to neglect his casinos, as his managers had pointed out worriedly, just yesterday.
St Just , as dapper looking as ever, came around the car to join him.
“Magnificent, right?” he said, as he took in the majestic entrance of the club. O’Grady looked at his brother who was dressed elegantly, in a tuxedo, similar to the Irishman. But each of them seemed to project their personalities in their own ways.
While St Just looked cool and enigmatic, O’Grady was like a man who carried his brooding aura around himself, like a man sitting on a volcano, as his mother Maggie used to say when her son was frustrated.
He looked about himself and noted the famous celebrities who were flitting around. Tristan Lord and his wife, the lovely Melissa, along with the Cosa Nostra man, Grigori and his wife, a pale Scandinavian woman.
And then, Alexander Van Dyke was weaving his way to them, a tumbler in his hands. He pulled St Just into an embrace and then, O’Grady. The men had bonded following the kidnapping of Bianca’s sister.
“Didn’t bring your little lady to the do, eh?” asked the big man, his pale slate grey eyes puzzled, a brow raised in enquiry.
The Irishman grabbed a glass from a server who was discreetly moving around and drained the contents in one gulp.
St Just coughed and said,
“umm… she…”
O’Grady who had been drinking before they left, growled,
“She dumped us.” He gave a hoarse, humourless chuckle.
“Flipped us the bird, she did.”
Van Dyke stared at him for a second.
O’Grady, throwing caution to the winds, went on,
“Bro, what happened to the exotic girl you had …kept at your place?”
Very few men were privileged to ask Van Dyke about his personal life. But O’Grady and his brother had bonded with the man to the extent that they felt free to ask him this.
It was Van Dyke’s turn to look away.
“I gave her away.” He growled and his shoulders beneath the dinner jacket bunched, the only sign of his agitation.
St Just studied him curiously. There was a story there, definitely
Then Van Dyke drawled, looking into the distance,
“Isn’t that your Pet? Over there, with Louis’s lady?”
Both the Masters swung their heads at once in the direction of Van Dyke’s eyes.
And O’Grady swore profoundly, making a woman standing close by to roll her eyes in disgust.
Without stopping to think, he began to weave his way to towards Bianca. Serena Kingston was alert and she saw him before he was halfway to them.
Frowning darkly, she seized Bianca’s arm and propelled the startled girl away, into a dark corridor.
“What’s happening?” gasped Bianca as she trotted behind Serena.
“Your beau, one of them, is following you and I think he should talk to you in private .” Bianca turned to look and met the hard probing gaze of Liam O’Grady. Her heart lurched.
She tugged at Serena’s arm.
” Please stop. I want to speak to him, Serena,” she said in a soft, determined voice.