St Just had been put on a ventilator as soon as the doctors arrived. When he emerged form the surgery, he was deeply sedated. The doctor surveyed O’Grady and Bianca grimly as he said, ‘We can’t conduct the tests today, I’m afraid.”
He sighed and spoke, almost to himself,
“It’s out of the question.”
O’Grady rubbed the back of his head, pacing wrathfully. Bianca stood, small and silent, staring at the doctor, an unspoken plea in her large, liquid brown eyes.
“Let’s wait, eh?” and he clapped Bianca on her shoulder in a fatherly way before striding away.
O’Grady came close, muttering things about ‘unfeeling bas*ard doctors’ and ‘blo*dy fool hospitals.’
She said nothing, just sank into a seat, leaning back, her small hand over her slightly swollen belly. Bianca imagined she could feel the hardness of her stomach and almost jumped out of her skin as a larger hand descended, clamping down over hers, warm and reassuring.
The familiar musk of O’Grady surrounded her as he leaned into her and said softly reproachfully,
“Ah, wee lass, I didn’t mean to upset you. ‘
Taking her face between his large hands, he went on softly, kissing her nose,
“You are going to be the mother of our children, Bianca Cruz. But I need…”
He did not get far for she had jack-knifed into a stiff position as she shrieked in alarm,
“WHAT??? LIAM O’GRADY, DID YOU JUST SAY CHILDREN???”
He looked at her as she rose, glaring at him threateningly.
He loved her, this little lady in her rumpled shirt and jeans, her soft jacket hanging open, eyes red-rimmed, and her mouth, those full plump lips…
Liam O’Grady nodded solemnly.
“Yup, lassie. K. I. D. S. it is. The plural.”
She sank to the seat in shock, her eyes flashing as she held her hands before her stomach and then bristled, her voice lowered to avoid the interested glances coming their way.
Sinking her fingers into his strong muscled arms, she said between gritted teeth,
‘Mr O, me lad, I think ’tis time we had a long serious talk.”
He rose obediently, a look of polite incomprehension on his handsome swarthy face as he said, pretending innocence,
“Would it be about the birds and the bees, Ma’am?”
Bianca shot him a look that would kill as she all but dragged him away by his sleeve.
The burly Irishman chortled, unable to hide his mirth.
For a few minutes they forgot their anxiety over the handsome man who lay inside the Intensive Care Unit.
*
Proserpina lay on her back, watching the wind gently toss the lace curtains. She was trying to process what her husband had shared with her the previous night, about the brutal attack on St Just.
It had been carried out by one of the men employed by her husband’s former lover, Gabriela Perez.
She sighed and shifted, turning to look at Lucien Delano who had entered the bedroom, in his maroon robe. The Don’s brow quirked a brow at her quizzically as he studied his Woman and he came across to sit down beside her. They had been awake for hours now and Delano had been on the phone, finding out about the whereabouts of Gabriela Perez, his former lover turned enemy.
He studied Proserpina’s wan face silently.
“Feeling better now?” he grunted and she rolled over to kiss his wrist. The Don growled.
Even the sight of his naked wife, kissing his hirsute wrist was enough to make his staff harden.
Proserpina gazed up at him, a look of mute appeal on her lovely face.
“The f *ck do you want from me, Woman?” he growled.
She dimpled, raising herself on an elbow, the sheet slipping away to reveal one full, heavy breast, the thick rosy nipple hard.
Lucien Delano breathed harshly. His little Woman was leading him on and he knew that he was already lost.
“Name it,” he bit out, a hand going to his erection.
Proserpina dimpled widely as she sat up and climbed onto his lap, lowering her warm, wet pus*y on his lap as she began to rock herself on his lap, her hands moving over his chest, parting his robe as she murmured,
“But I still want to go to chair the meeting, Lucien.”
She leant forward, the tip of her tongue snaking out to lick his taut nipple and he rumbled.
She was teasing him, knowing which buttons to press to make him aroused, like a bull in heat.
As he stiffened and began to snarl, she kissed him on his mouth, forcing him into silence, her tongue teasing him, biting his lower lip.
Lucien Delano groaned.
He had always been addicted to sex; he needed to satisfy his lust many times a day. When he was younger, he had taken multiple partners to fulfil his savage needs, moving from one woman to another. Now it was only Proserpina who laid claim to him and he used her several times a day, despite his growing years.
He knew she had him hooked when he rasped, hoarse with need as she slid to her knees before him, licking and su*king his large, heavily veined member reverentially.
“Master…”she moaned, teasing him, her hands on his balls, and he watched in fascination as his swollen purple head was licked and then wrapped by her full plump lips. “Please…I’m begging you…” she whispered
The Don was in the throes of torment, for he knew he would not last longer if she kept playing with him, her tongue running the length of his c*ck which was dripping precum. Her eyes on his face, she stuck out her tongue and licked the beads away and sat back, smiling as she licked her lips.
With an oath, he gripped a breast, twisting a nipple and she yelped as he jerked her body to his.
“You will pay…” he growled and she sobbed as he picked her up and thrust her down, impaling her savagely on his erection, thrusting upwards. The Mafia Don felt her soft wet folds tense around his c*ck, her core squeezing and clenching as she was raised and lowered rhythmically with his strong arms. He hit her G-spot and she clenched him hard, digging her nails into his shoulders and sinking her teeth into him as she stifled her cries.
But the Boss was ruthless as he plundered her womb fiercely.
She bit off a scream, throwing her head back as she replied in a strangulated voice,
“I will pay… Master…”
And then, they were lost in the primitive act of rutting, her moans and his grunts, the sound of their slippery bodies slapping against each other, his hands gripping, kneading as he drove her to the heights, making her scream in pleasure.
He swore coarsely,
“Horny sl*t, my little bit*h…”
And soon after, he came in a rush too, roaring her name as he pounded her womb, relishing in the pull of her muscles, frenzied as they contracted around his member.
He bit into her breast as he came and she whimpered.
Later, as he lay, a leg town possessively across her thighs, he growled,
“Woman?”
She turned to him, eyes glazed with exhaustion.
“Clean me up, my little bit*h,” he commanded. She crawled into a kneeling position as she wiped him off with a warm washcloth and then he did the same for her as she lay exhausted. He kissed her mound, licking her clit tenderly and she sobbed, her muscles still convulsing as she lay before him.
Rolling onto her soft weary body, he kissed her and growled,
“You have earned your reward, Woman.”
As her eyes fluttered and a slow smile spread across her face, he added,
“But I shall accompany you.”