All Chapters of A Pet for the Mafia Dons: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Bianca was dozing on the large couch, her baby on her chest. Feeding him had become a joyful experience, and she loved the feel of his toothless little gums on her nipples, suckling greedily.Stroking baby Cian’s head of soft brown hair, she mused silently, that her son looked more like Finn St Just than O’Grady. Not that she had the heart to tell him. Liam O’Grady was like a man who had conquered the world and just about every waking moment was spent crooning, kissing and fussing over the infant, till Bianca had hollered at him in exasperation.“Irish, grow up! He’s our baby, not your toy!”Looking suitably chastised, O’Grady had settled down on the bed beside her, kissing her gently. As she stiffened and turned to him warningly, he held up a hand in surrender, the other draped around her waist.“ Ah, lass, doubt your Master, do you?” And when she studied him warily, he shook his hear, no merriment left on his handsome, rakish features as he continued solemnly, “No, Pet. Nothing at

Baby Cian was a handful.He expected to be fed continuously to Bianca’s exasperation. And to make matters worse, her masters pressured her to keep doing so. At one point, she stood, her hands on her hips, glowering at them as she snapped,“Let’s get this straight, men, I’m not a milch cow!”O’Grady shot St. Just a perplexed look, and Bianca’s lips twitched. It was as though he had a thought bubble floating above his handsome head, reading,“What’s that?She grinned inside of herself, and O’Grady was behind her in a moment, his hands around her waist as he looked into her eyes and growled,“Ah, lass, when you stand like that, your big t*ts waving about,” Bianca blushed furiously and tried to push him, but he captured her wrists and bent his head, just as St. Just came up behind her and hugged her. She giggled as they ran their hands down her body, and she shuddered. But as though they had some kind of unspoken signal, the men stopped, and O’Grady raised his head, relishing the way her

Looking up from her books, Bianca dimpled. Liam O’Grady, his big muscled body visible, for he was clad only in his boxers, strolled about, cooing to his son, who looked up at him, unblinkingly.In his large hands, he held his son, Cian, carefully, like one would handle a piece of fragile glass.“Look,” cried the Mafia Don in obvious excitement, “He knows his Daid!”Bianca did an eye roll. She had told her Masters countless times that the baby could not see them, could only make out shapes and colours, perhaps.But O’Grady swore that when his son looked up at him in that unwavering way, it was because he could SEE his Daidi.He pronounced it in the good old Irish way, stretching out the syllables.They looked adorable, she thought as she discarded her reading glasses and rose, patting her shorts and her large shirt. She had taken to wearing one or the other of her Masters’ shirts.As she declared, so much easier to nurse Cian this way!”And of course, her Masters did not take offence.

Bianca had been gung ho about attending Roxanne’s party, the celebratory party, where both Van Dyke and Roxanne would finally come together, leaving all their differences of the pat aside.It had been Bianca’s idea to make sure that Van Dyke did not see Roxanne in the ethereal outfit she and Serena had picked out for Roxanne, ashough Van Dyke had put his foot down when it came to footing the huge bill for the expensive designer dress. He had adamantly overruled Bianca’s protests, saying in his usual curt way,“I shall pay for my Baby Doll, Bianca.”And that was the end of that.Bianca herself had been excited to attend. Her Masters had gone on ahead and she had called her buddy Serena, to find out what Van Dyke’s reaction had been when he saw Roxanne in her outfit.“Priceless,” chuckled Serna and Bianca felt pleased.‘He looked like he wanted to whisk her away and ravish her at once!” her friend went on as Bianca began to prepare to leave. Cian had been fed and was drowsy with sleep;

Bianca had fallen asleep in her Masters’ arms, after what felt like a long overdue bout of lovemaking that took her soaring to the heights. The sight of the two rings, snugly fitted on her hand, had sent her into ecstasy, and she had wept, laughed and generally been uncontrollable, till the men had taken her to bed. “I need to tell Rox. And Serena too, “ Bianca had been babbling at one point, after having called her sisters, who were currently hiking in the Pyrenees. Needless to say, both Anna and Beth had been overjoyed, and the three sisters had indulged in, as the Irishman remarked drolly,‘A Weeping Fest.”At some point of time in the evening, Sylvie had wisely taken baby Cian off their hands, for she had sensed the celebratory mood of the men and Bianca.Bianca had been overcome with joy when she twisted the rings; both of them fit so perfectly on her slim ring finger.“Like they were made to belong,” she thought and realised she had said the words aloud when St Just grunted,“