In the car, as they drove back, with her Masters on either side of her, Bianca could feel the tension oozing out from them. Both men were as tense as tight violin strings, she thought distractedly.
She shivered and buried her face in St Just’s jacket. He glanced down and wrapped her in his arms, meeting O’Grady’s eyes over the top of her head.
O’Grady mouthed soundlessly,
“BED.”
St Just nodded, kissing the wild brown curls.
They had returned to the villa she had stayed in when she first joined them, a palatial bungalow, with top-notch security.
The Masters had wanted to ensure that she was safe, with them.
“No more pussyfooting” as O’Grady had said bluntly, “She stays with us.”
They led her upstairs, stripping her gently. She looked from one to the other as they kissed her, passing her to each other as they stripped, silently.
Then, they were in bed.
“On your hands and knees, my love,” growled O’Grady softly, his erection in his hand as he looked at her rounded body lovingly.
She smiled at him, dimpling shyly as she did what he asked her to,
Her long hair was wound in a messy bun and he stared at her pink pus*y, wet and shiny, and groaned in frustration.
St Just had taken up position in front of her and Bianca moaned at the sight of his long, thick c*ck, almost in her face, the beads of precum on it.
“Can I s*ck him, Master?” she said softly, almost pleading, and O’Grady’s erection reared at the soft subservient tone
“Sweet Jaysus, you’ll be the death of me, lass!” he exclaimed as he brought his thick member to her entrance, having hooded his member with a condom. He began to probe her entrance and she whimpered, arching her hips to allow him better access.
Unable to help himself, he thrust into her and she screamed. St Just placed his member against her mouth and said in a dangerously tight tone,
“Suck it up, sugar, there’s a good sub.” She nodded weakly, her breasts swaying, nipples tight as she opened her mouth and greedily licked him. Raising a hand she gently squeezed his balls and he made a strangulated sound, flinging his handsome blonde head back.
O’Grady, his face dark with passion, was watching them, for the mirror on the side wall showed the action of the Masters on their Pet.
But then, unable to stop himself, he began to pound her and she responded by sucking St Just’s manhood fiercely. The sight of their Pet, on all fours, desperately pleasuring them, was almost too much for both the Mafia siblings.
St Just grunted as he knew he would come soon…
Looking up, he saw the dark tension on the Irishman’s face and knew he felt the same. Both the men had been like monks, had not taken a woman after Bianca had left them. Now, the sight of their Pet on her hands and knees, serving both of them, together, was not only joyous, but almost too much for them .
With a groan, St just cried,
“Sugar…I can’t…” Bianca’s lithe round body was shaking with the force of O’Grady’s thrust, tears streaming down her cheeks as she moaned in ecstasy around St Just’s c*ck, crammed into her mouth.
And her heart was singing as she felt the glow descend over her, her womb muscles tightening around O’Grady’s plundering manhood as he hit her G-spot.
She bucked and crashed as O’Grady let out a bellow, his seed erupting. St Just grunted as he emptied his cum into her warm mouth. And then, all three of them collapsed on the large bed, St Just kissing Bianca as O’Grady feverishly held her, massaging her body…
*
At Shangri La, Serena Kingston and Louis, along with Dom and Rani, remained behind, to create a semblance of normalcy for the guests who were still partying.
“We need to show that we are not afraid,” Serena had told Louis, her eyes blazing, once she heard of the massacre in the basement.
In the war room, Lucien Delano was in the chair but he was silent as he watched his son, Piers, take charge. The Capo, silent and watchful, was there as were Claude and Jack lord.
James Schwartz had also been brought to attend the meeting.
Piers, his jacket tossed on a chair, his shirt sleeves rolled to his elbow, his fair hair tousled, looked around the room.
“Any ideas?” he snarled, for Piers believed in taking everyone on board, unlike the Don who had worked like a dictator.
Hila, standing in the shadows, replied quietly.
“Enrique Garcia. He is behind this.”
Philippe met her eyes as she said,
“We put him in prison, right?”
Hila stepped into the light, moving away from the shadows where she had been standing, watchful.
“Enrique has brothers outside. Jorge. Carlos.’
She paused and added,
“And his mistress. The Argentinian, Gabriela.”
Lucien Delano’s eyes flashed briefly.
He had a history with the tall, statuesque man who had begun as a prostitute. Gabriela had been one of the wh*res he had f*cked years back when he visited an old friend, an Argentinian Don, who was long dead. He had liked her, she had been a constant woman in his bed, all those years ago, when he had been juggling with his emotions for Proserpina, the twenty-year-old mother of his twins. He sighed involuntarily and rubbed a hand over his face.
“What is her interest in this?” he barked. It was Louis who replied, having entered with Serena. He had heard what Hila had said.
‘Sir, she became a…,” he cleared his throat and said,” A Dominatrix…”
He felt Serena’s look on his face and flushed. He had met the beautiful, ageing Gabriela on a few occasions when he had visited a kink club with his erstwhile lover.
And on both occasions, the Dominatrix had enquired about Lucien Delano, with something more than mere friendliness. She had been one of the lovers of the old Don who had never gotten over him.
Piers stabbed his father’s face with a cold look but did not say anything.
“She became Enrique’s mistress and has been involved in the sex racket ever since,” he added, glancing up from his phone. He had reached out to his Bratva sources for information.
Serena stiffened. She remembered seeing a dark-haired woman, older but with a sleek, predatory air about her.
“She was at the party!” she exclaimed and all the eyes in the room turned to her.
“I saw her, she was with one of the Senators; I think it was Senator Rodericks.”
*
Bianca had fallen asleep and the brothers looked at each other. She was cuddled into O’Grady’s beefy chest, blissfully unaware of the tension. St Just said quietly,
“I saw a woman, O’Grady. One of the women who used to visit the Kinksters. Madame Gabriella.”
O’Grady frowned in confusion.
“She’s the mistress of Enrique Garcia. The man we helped to put in prison after the raid on that floating brothel.”
O’Grady whistled silently,
“And she has a thing for Delano. Unfinished business, she said once…”