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The Mafia Brothers Clash

Author: S.K.Taylor
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-30 09:23:37

When the car drew up outside the theatre, Liam O’Grady was feeling no better. The Irishman had a massive hangover from having been drinking continuously.

But he wanted to see his Pet, wanted to go down on his knee to apologise.

He had done something despicable, he knew that, but he was weak, not like Saint.

Finn St Just was cut from a different cloth, he mulled; once he had become emotionally entangled with the Pet, he had simply walked away from all his previous kinky stuff. Just like that, mused the Irishman in awe, like shutting a door and throwing away the key forever. And he had never once seemed to hanker after his previous life and its trappings.

But O’Grady was honest enough to admit that although he would never envisage an affair with another woman after Bianca had entered their lives, he had still not been able to resist an occasional petting, a kiss, when he met a beautiful woman…

More fool I, he thought grimly. Because Bianca was all he cared for, in all truth. And he had
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  • A Pet for the Mafia Dons   Bianca; Unmoved

    Bianca and St Just reached back to Thomastown, to Roxanne’s home, by late evening. They needed to pick up baby Cian and Sylvie and head home to Hollowford.They left the Shangri-La with heavy hearts, for the one evening spent there had brought them closer. Bianca turned in her seat to stare at the large palatial buildings as they drove to the exit.St Just gripped her hand tenderly and squeezed as he said in a low whisper,“We’ll come back, Pet, don’t fret.”She smiled and leaned toward him, snuggling up to his arm. It was a long, leisurely drive down the coast, where St Just stopped for Bianca to enjoy the fresh seafood he often spoke about. He took her to a small shanty on the beach with the legend,” Bart’s Place”, signalling that it was a restaurant.The owner, a big, tattooed man, flicked a curious look at Bianca.“Long time, Mr Just,” he boomed as he set about preparing the dish that St Just had ordered for the both of them. The rest of the Mafia men sat a few paces away, simil

  • A Pet for the Mafia Dons   Bianca: Regret

    Bianca came awake late in the morning, as the sunlight filled the inner recesses of the large, satin-shrouded tent. Dimpling, she raised her arms above her head and stretched languidly as she turned to look to the side, where she could see the glimpses of the desert sands which had been laid out, recreating the image of a real desert.All they needed was for a camel to stroll across, she thought with a giggle. As her body came awake, she winced and smiled secretly to herself. St Just had made love to her, at first gentle and romantic; after, at her urging, he had become more aggressive. Bianca had been hard-pressed to decide which facet of him she preferred. Even at the height of his passion, Finn St Just had been watching out for her pleasure, making sure that she was satisfied, giving her countless orgasms, revelling in her joy. She sighed and lay her head back on the pillow; God, but she loved him.After a while, when her stomach began to grumble, she opened her eyes and sat up, pu

  • A Pet for the Mafia Dons   Bianca At The Shangri La

    Later, Bianca reflected on how it ahd all happened...The drive to the Shangri-La was a dream journey. Bianca sat, nestled beside her lover, dreamily.Her thoughts went back to the play, to the protagonist Laura, a shy dreamer who is unable to face the realities of life.“Liked it?” asked St Just absently as he stroked her hand, dropping soft kisses on her hair.“Uh…huh..” she repeated.As the large car drove up to the Shangri La, she sat up in astonishment.And stayed, staring out as they drove past the many small, independent villas, each designed in different ways.They passed a castle, a chateau, an Indian palace and an Arabian one…Bianca sat up, holding her breath as they drove to the end of the estate, and she squealed in delight.St Just took in her reaction with a lazy grin.“I chose the Sheikh’s tent,” he murmured, and now, Bianca could not hold back the squeal of joy. She turned to him, her eyes round.He kissed her swiftly, and she melted in his arms.“Now LOOK!” he comman

  • A Pet for the Mafia Dons   Bianca's Confession

    Sometime in the night, St Just carried her to the bathroom and laid her gently in the sunken tub. Turning on the water, he settled behind her, drawing her into his arms. Bianca leaned back with a sigh of pure pleasure as he soaped her body, treating her like she was a fragile thing, made of glass. Lovingly, slowly, he poured shampoo into his hands and rubbed it into her long chestnut locks. Kneeling before him, she did the same, smiling as he looked at her.With a small moan of pleasure, she parted her legs as he massaged her thighs, playing with her clit. The water, miraculously, she thought later, remained warm as she turned over and straddled him. His blonde hair was darker, wet and clinging to his head as he gazed at her, his tawny eyes dark with passion.Once they were done with the bathing, they contineud to sit in fresh water as the tub filled again.“Bianca…cherie,” groaned her Master as she gently lowered herself on his thick, erect member. With a gasp, she settled on him,

  • A Pet for the Mafia Dons   Bianca In Heaven

    The Irishman stood, rocking on his heels, chuckling at the mental image St Just’s words had conjured up for him. St Just was still talking, his head tilted as he looked fondly at his brother.“A born flirt, that one, Irish. Takes after his Da.”His son, he thought, chest swelling in pride. Cian O’Grady St Just. But the little scamp with the tousled brown hair, which was beginning to turn a shade darker, was HIS son.His seed…O’Grady beamed and St Just knew in a flash that he had won the round.“I need to get back inside, Irish,” said St Just and turned to leave.But O’Grady grabbed his elbow. The expression on his handsome, shadowed face was softer, a pleading expression on the rakish features, as he said softly,“Saint. I give up. You can spend the night, the evening with her.” Rudy hid his chuckle, disguising it as a cough. The Irishman was such a dramatic character, a true overblown personality, thought Rudy as he ran his cold grey eyes over the man, a cynical expression on

  • A Pet for the Mafia Dons   The Mafia Brothers Clash

    When the car drew up outside the theatre, Liam O’Grady was feeling no better. The Irishman had a massive hangover from having been drinking continuously.But he wanted to see his Pet, wanted to go down on his knee to apologise.He had done something despicable, he knew that, but he was weak, not like Saint.Finn St Just was cut from a different cloth, he mulled; once he had become emotionally entangled with the Pet, he had simply walked away from all his previous kinky stuff. Just like that, mused the Irishman in awe, like shutting a door and throwing away the key forever. And he had never once seemed to hanker after his previous life and its trappings.But O’Grady was honest enough to admit that although he would never envisage an affair with another woman after Bianca had entered their lives, he had still not been able to resist an occasional petting, a kiss, when he met a beautiful woman…More fool I, he thought grimly. Because Bianca was all he cared for, in all truth. And he had

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