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PiersHe watched, his face a cold, hard mask, reminiscent of his father, as the woman was hauled up, shackled, and her hands behind her back. Suitably restrained. He knew what a dangerous individual she was for he had gone through her bio. And he had no intention of letting her get away. As she was jerked roughly to the door, still in her T-shirt and shorts, her night clothes, the cat appeared. A large, aged tabby, who walked forward, tail in the air, an attitude of ownership in every fibre of its movement. Approaching her, it rubbed itself against her legs. She spoke then, in a throaty growl, her eyes, black marbles of anger, spearing him.’See that the cat is fed.’ And as Piers met her gaze coldly, she added, through gritted teeth,“Please.’He nodded, a curt gesture and then, she was being forced into the car, two of his men flanking her, her hands behind her back, making her squirm uncomfortably. Piers sat in the front, and met her angry gaze in the rear view mirror as his cars sl

PiersHe felt the hot flush of anxiety as he released his grip on the obnoxious woman he was holding so closely. Damn her. But she was a vixen, he thought furiously, trembling with rage. She smiled, her wide, tempting mouth parting to reveal pearly white teeth. She delicately licked her bottom lip, amusement, and arousal going through her as he watched the young man’s face flush with anger and desire.‘Well?’ she whispered,’ Shall we talk’He thrust her away from him and turning, left the small holding cell. But her voice rang in his eyes.‘Piers Delano, believe me now, There is something you need to know about your precious sibling.’*Hours later, he was back. He did not have the courage to tell his father what he had just learnt. Lucien Delano adored his daughters and that whatever silly little Tara had been up to, must be kept a secret. He had tried to call his siblings, Ria and Claude but both of them were unreachable. Claude must be asleep, he thought as he rubbed his forehead i

TaraShe glanced about her. Everyone was watching the play. Not everyone was interested in the action but it was a totally different experience all said and done. Not a darkened theatre, but a large, open hall with the sunlight streaming in through the windows. The actors moved about, some of them suddenly emerging from the audience, as the teenagers sat on the ground, on throws placed about the room, not conventional chairs. Tara glanced back at her siblings. Dom was watching the play, leaning forward, rapt and attentive. But Lou was sitting back, looking bored, his eyes wandering about the room.Her friend, Maddie was surreptitiously using another phone, this time, her own little red phone, sending and receiving messages. Tara marvelled at her daredevilry. The girl was so brave, daring authority at every step!She patted her bag; her phone was secreted away in a pocket within the voluminous bag which had been a gift from Piers and Ria. She hugged her knees and tried to concentrate o

Lucien Delano was out of his chair and beside him in a minute, so quickly, that Piers had no time to react. His father’s large, calloused hands gripped his collar as he growled, his face dark with anger, shaking Piers as though he was no more than a leaf,’YOU BLOOD* PIECE OF SH*T! HOW DARE YOU BRING THAT MURDERING WH*RE HERE?’Piers felt a crescendo of emotions, fear at the look of undisguised fury in his father’s cold eyes, anger at hearing how he had addressed Hila. He wanted to defend the woman but his father’s near-death chokehold on his throat and then, a hard fist slammed into his face and he cupped his face, as the force of the blow sent him reeling.But the Capo and Claude had stepped in, urgently trying to prise open Lucien’s stranglehold choke on Piers. The younger man’s face was red, his breathing was labored as he tried to breathe. He felt the pain in his jaw, his eye was probably beginning to swell…All thought was drowned out in a flood of pain as his father began his o

Piers .He lay as one who had run a marathon. Spent and panting, exhausted.He had spilt his seed so many times in the woman he had been taking all morning. Repeatedly, again and again. he had flipped her over, fingering her clit as he drove his hard member into her, yanking her head back, a fistful of her silky black hair grasped in his fist, biceps bulging as he f*cked her ungently.And then, later, he had taken her tenderly, like lovers who had been together for a long while, lovers who were aware that they could not be together anymore, lovers on the verge of parting.Bittersweet, gentle, almost romantic?She had had a suspicious moisture in her slightly tilted eyes as she gazed at him, bending over him when they were done. She had trailed kisses down his hairline, that began on his chest and tapered down to his erect c*ck, licking his proud member reverentially.He had pulled her head up then, to kiss her again. She had pushed his shoulders down, forcing him to lie still as she s