LOGINIt was late at night when the party broke up. Roxanne left first, with her small family. Xander was half asleep as Van Dyke gathered his son in his arms and strode out after bidding his friends a solemn goodnight. His arm around Roxanne as she carried baby Eve, they left the apartment.Bianca watched her friend as the foursome left.They looked so happy, she thought, leaning against St Just as they stood at the door.Serena was next, Claude and Karina having left earliest, with their kids. Karina needed to go to the Delano mansion, she said, and Claude had immediately got up.Now Beth and Anna sat, chatting with the Masters as Bianca sat, leaning against O’Grady, her feet in St Just’s lap. They made a family picture, utterly at ease, sipping after-dinner drinks, while Bianca had opted for a hot chocolate.The twins were going to stay in the apartment that night. As they laughed at some random joke made by O’Grady, who was by now, the happiest man on earth, Beth’s phone began to ring.
With her chestnut hair gleaming under the lights, Bianca stood, preparing to meet the guests, her close friends, who made up her comfort zone. The Masters had wanted a small, intimate dinner to celebrate the fact that she was carrying their second child.Noa, as Bianca stood before the mirror, the evening light slipping through gauzy curtains, brushing her reflection with gold, she had studied her figure critically.O’Grady swore that there was a small baby bump, but St Just had smiled, that smile which sent shivers down her spine, making her wet, as he drawled,“Irish, you’re exaggerating. But then, what’s new?”The gown Bianca had selected for the evening was simple, nothing ostentatious, nothing loud. Yet it held a quiet grace that made her look effortlessly radiant.The fabric was a rich, deep sapphire silk that flowed like water as Bianca moved, the faint sheen catching the light with each breath. The neckline, a soft cowl, framed her collarbones and the gentle curve of her shou
The reaction from her Masters went every bit the way she had imagined it would be.Liam O’Grady shouted in joy, grabbing her by the knees and hefting her up in the air, he went around, carrying her about her room, roaring in joy.St Just, with a bewildered baby Cian in his arms, stood watching, a small smile playing on his face, his tawny eyes alight with happiness.“Put me down, you great big lummox, you, you Irishman! “ shrieked Bianca, laughing, throwing her head back, unable to restrain her joy.At that moment, the door swung open. Barry the biker and Syl appeared, looking wary and then beaming as they saw that there was no problem.The Irishman lowered Bianca gently as she said,“We didn’t hurt ye, did we, lass? We did go overboard a bit, eh?”Bianca blushed.He was loud and every word had been clear, leaving nothing to the imagination.as Sylvie chuckled knowingly.She wrapped her arms around her Masters neck and sighed crossly, embarrassed beyond words,“Shut up, O’Grady.”By n
They made love almost into the dawn.Bianca was shared by her Masters too many times for her to count. She took them in her mouth, su*king them with relish, her a*se hole, her pus*y…the brothers made her do things she had not done in a long time.She knew she should feel a sense of shame, as she did the dirty things they ordered her to do, but she joined them in enthusiasm, loving the way they used her body, enjoying the way they made her feel, abandoning any sense of propriety, any lingering feeling of guilt. I love them, she thought as St Just held her, his c*ck buried deep in her as O’Grady pushed his thick c*ck into her tight peach hole, massaging and squeezing her breasts all the while.She groaned, she screamed, she sobbed in abandon. but she loved it all.And then, as they dozed and came awake, her Masters took her, individually. First to take her was the Irishman. He straddled her and then, thrust deep, making her groan as he peppered her arms, her breasts, her face and neck w
Undressing the Pet was a long elaborate ritual, because the Irishman was eager to kiss every inch of her body as he took off her clothing. Her impatience grew; she wanted nothing more than to be in bed with the brothers, to be held and made love to by each of them. But O’Grady remained adamant.HE was going to do this, his way.So he kissed her as St Just held her in his arms, sucking her neck, and then kissing her mouth as she twisted to turn her face to St Just, her hand around his neck, pulling him down.Liam O’Grady pressed his mouth to her breasts, gently kissing and moving down to her nipples, which were hard and peaked. When he opened his mouth and drew one of the taut peaks into his mouth, Bianca shuddered, moaning softly, her hips moving restlessly. She gripped his head, her hands sinking in his hair as she pleaded,“Just take me, Irish, I shall come right here, like this, if you keep on.”The Irish Mafia man laughed hoarsely, eyes shining.But it was his naked, equally arou
Bianca melted. There could be no other expression for the way she sagged in his arms, surrendering to him. Like she had been waiting all this while for this moment, he thought in wonder.She felt his burly arms, slick with sweat, his body, damp with more sweat, but she could not care. Her arms wound around his neck, slippery and toned, relishing the feel of the Irishman’s body, packed with muscle, as she gave herself up to him.Their mouths found each other with an urgency that left no space for hesitation. It wasn’t soft; it was fierce, raw, and consuming. Their lips collided, parting almost instantly, hunger spilling through in the way their tongues tangled, desperate to claim and be claimed. Hands roamed with equal intensity; Bianca was clutching at the back of his neck, pulling closer, while O’Grady was like a drowning man who had found himself washed ashore unexpectedly, gripping tightly at her waist as if afraid his Pet might slip away.Breaths came in short, uneven gasps betwe


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