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Liam O’Grady threw himself into his work and the gym, wholeheartedly. The Casino had been his first venture, and along with his brother, he had gone into the loan shark business once the Casino picked up. As the three casinos that came after developed well, on their own speed, O’Grady had tended to slow down and take life easy. Other activities, like gun running, became more of his thing, as he told anyone who cared to listen. Once Bianca had come aboard, she had been a hands-on manager, checking accounts, keeping an eagle eye on the workings of the large Casinos.But now that she was avoiding him and vice versa, he spent his days and nights here.Things moved like a well-oiled machine, but at night, he would hit the gym and sweat it out, almost till dawn. Then, he would head to Claude’s suburban fortress-like home, where he would sneak into the room, he had been given and sleep it off. Guessing that he would need his privacy, Claude had shifted him to a room that boasted of its own

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

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

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

Captain Davis knew when a scene had been stagedAnd this one was absolutely right on the mark. The way the victim had been stabbed, did not seem right. For a long while, he stood, watching everything carefully as the Texan commandeered the situation, asking questions, making sure that the crime scene was not contaminated. A couple of greedy eyed journalists had turned up and Captain Davis felt a deep distaste for them as he looked at them, waving their mics in front of anyone in sight, a cameraman chewing gum in a desultory way.The vultures would do anything for a story; he thought bitterly and turned his back on them. A handful of neighbours put their heads out of their doors but on seeing the police presence, they quickly withdrew. A few policemen were doing a door-to-door interview, to ask questions, find out about any suspicious activity. but even before they had begun, the captain knew with a sinking heart, that people who stayed in places like this tended not to speak up whe