로그인For Bianca, the night was just getting better. The Irishman, being mysterious for once, had smiled, his black hair falling onto his forehead as he grinned rakishly, winking.‘We wanted to give you a night to remember, Pet,” he said, kissing her on the cheek, and she stared at him, eyes wide.“We’ve taken a room at Abbot’s Hill,” said St Just, pulling her ot him as the car moved forward smoothly.This time Bianca’s brows shot up.Abbot’s Hill was a sort of newly opened exclusive club, which had Lucien Delano as one of the major shareholders, but it was co-owned by St Just. Bianca had never been there and she felt the first stirrings of excitement.Licking her lips, which had suddenly become dry, she whispered,‘Yes, Sir.”*Now she sat, blindfolded. It left her feeling that everything was blocked, everything except the sound.Her wrists were against cold metal, and she realised she was sitting on a metal chair. In that moment, her imagination was all over the place, wild and frenzied.
Bianca had been dancing till she dropped, passed from one of her Masters to the other, laughing in joy. Her friends were watching, smiling, Serena with her prominent baby bump, Jamie, her Captain, beside her, looking at his love with such tenderness, it made Bianca want to cry. And Siobhan, who had arrived and left, all in a flash.They watched her, indulgently.But Bianca was also aware of other people looking their way. Strangers who watched her and her men, people who sniggered behind their hands as they whispered.St Just caught her looking at one woman, a heavily made-up blonde of around thirty, who kept looking at Bianca, a cold sneer on her face.“It’s Lady Marjory Jane,” sighed St Just as he spun her around so that she was no longer facing the woman.“Used to be one of our Pets. A long time ago.”He shrugged, pulling her closer.“Too full of herself.”Bianca felt a cold shiver down her spine.“How long is long?” she asked, her chin tilted as they slid into a waltz, her hand on
Roxanne and Van Dyke stood, making a unique couple. He, with his prematurely greying hair, a big, solid man, built like an ox, his face hard and weathered, the generally grim cast of his face not visible that evening. And glowing with a radiance that came from an inner joy, stood Roxanne, her soft, beautiful features shining with happiness. Gone were those dreadful memories of how she had been ill-treated at the house of her father, by his legally wedded wife; gone were the memories of her hateful half-siblings who had tried everything in their power to make her unhappy.Roxanne was a stronger woman now. Shooting her half-brother, Nico, had not made her a guilt-ridden, bitter person. On the contrary, safe and secure in the love of the giant beside her, she glowed. Van Dyke towered over his beloved, clutching their little daughter, Eve, in his massive arms, a gentleness in his expression as he gazed at his daughter. The little son who had been named after him stood, solemn, already be
They alighted at the Shangri-La as the darkness descended upon the magnificent grounds of Lucien Delano’s luxury playground for the mighty and the rich. For Bianca, it felt as though they had stepped into a carefully choreographed celebration which was at once elegant, warm, and just a little bit magical.The reception was being held on an open-air terrace, set amid the sprawling lawns of Shangri-La, far enough away not to disturb the nocturnal activities of guests in the unique villas, mini-palaces, exotic tents and chalets spread over the spacious lawns, yet close enough to the main building.The wide terrace seemed to glow under a canopy of fairy lights, with the night sky and landscaped gardens creating a natural backdrop.Looking around in awe, Bianca hung on to the arms of both her Masters as they walked inside. Round tables filled the space, dressed in crisp white or ivory linens, each centred with an elaborate floral arrangement; roses in various shades, paired with scented ca
It was late the next day that Bianca got to hear about how Rudy had entered the scene and swung the responses in Siobahn’s favour by pulling in a few quiet favours. And of course, with the help of his family, solidly behind him. The Delanos, apparently, had gone all out to create an image of Siobahn as the victim of a vicious campaign. Needless to say, the woman who had begun the campaign had slunk away.Lana Hutton was now a thing of the past, as O’Grady remarked gleefully.When Bianca confronted her Masters, pointing out how Rudy had stepped up for Siobhan, they merely smiled indulgently and looked at each other. As if to say, she thought crossly, that Rudolph Delano was cut from some other kind of cloth and would not be falling under the spell of any woman in a long time.“He’s a little wild, is our Rudy,” smirked Liam O’ Grady,” Needs to have more than one pussy…uh, I mean, more than one woman ... to satisfy him. Am I right or am I right, Saint?”He nodded, and his brother looked
The Masters were serious that night. After spending the evening playing with Meg and Cian, they had managed to get the children to bed after a long, fretful period of time and stiff resistance from Cian.Baby Meg wound her plump arms in the Irishman’s hair and blew raspberries at him, making his heart melt. He cuddled her, cradling her till she fell asleep. As for Cian, he was content to have his St Just on his knees on the floor, playing with the train set that Claude had gotten for him.“He’s too young for it,” Bianca had protested when she saw the large, intricate set, complete with a remote control and all the dream setting which made her Masters eyes gleam.But her son’s obvious delight in the set made her forget her misgivings. Cian, usually not given to displays of emotion, had hugged Claude’s thick legs and the Delano giant had whooped with laughter, grabbed him up and swung him in the air till Bianca began to fear for her son’s life. The sight of her Masters, huge strapping
BiancaI stiffened and scrambled to my feet, pushing myself off St Just’s lap quickly, wrapping my arms around my body protectively as I glared at O’Grady. And I had to use all my will power to remain indifferent.This was the man who had called me a Wh*re. Just after, in my naivete, I had confessed t
He said it indulgently. She turned to him, mischief dancing in her lovely brown eyes.“You promise, Master St Just?” She asked and he grinned. She looked at him for a while and said,“I want to go and have an ice cream. I’ll do your work for you but that’s going to be my payment.”He studied her, thi
Bianca I gulped.“But I…” I whispered, my hands on h is muscled chest.O’Grady grinned the devilish grin that made me associate him with darkness streaked with light.He tilted my chin and bent his head, kissing me softly.“We won’t hurt you, will we, Saint?” he asked, looking at his brother over my sho
I opened my eyes, mumbling.And then I sat up with a start,I had been asleep with my head comfortably cushioned on Liam O’Grady’s trouser clad lap!!! I heard the low chuckle from O’Grady’s chest as he gripped me to his chest and said,“Lass, you’re half asleep. I’m going to carry you, so come along,







