All Chapters of A Pet for the Mafia Dons: Chapter 191 - Chapter 195

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.