All Chapters of A Pet for the Mafia Dons: Chapter 301 - Chapter 306

She was still coming down from whatever heaven her lover, O’Grady had taken her to, when she felt St Just move. Pressing against her back, his manhood was hard, rock hard, she thought with a dimpled sigh, as he moved to place her forward so that she was kneeling in the warm water, gripping the rim of the tub for further leverage.She smiled as O’grady helped her into the position, saying huskily, as she kissed his mouth lingeringly,“Irish, I’m perfectly capable of getting down on my hands and knees, you know!”Even in the midst of his lust, he responded to her teasing banter and chuckled hoarsely and kissed her, holding her hair away from her face as he growled,“Ah, saucy lass, she needs to be punished, Saint.”His brother, his face flushed with desire, did not say a word. In fact, Finn St Just had no ability to speak at the moment. The sight of his brother pleasuring himself and their Pet, right in front of him, as he held Bianca in his arms, was so much of an aphrodisiac for him,

O’Grady and St Just had jumped into the rescue operations launched to find and rescue Proserpina Delano.Using their networking contacts, the two Masters did all they could to scramble and get more information. But they knew that they were racing against time.*Bianca left them to their devices and slipped out of the apartment at mid-morning.St Just grabbed her and kissed her hard even as O’Grady reached for her, nuzzling her neck, his hands squeezing her breasts.“Irish…” she protested throatily, for she was already getting aroused.St Just smiled slightly.“Pet, we’re off. take care.”And he kissed her nose gently. She dimpled, her hands on his jacket. Not to be outdone, the Irishman growled,“Be good, lassie.”She chuckled, a devilish chuckle that left the Masters wondering what Bianca Cruz was planning to do once they were out the door. Unfortunately, they had no time to quiz her, for Claude’s voice boomed over O’Grady’s phone,“get your f*aking as*es over here, lads.”With a qu

When Bianca came awake in the early hours of dawn, her bed was empty, cold; like a deserted island, she thought in dismay.The Masters had not returned home the previous night. She sat up slowly, running a hand through her heavy curtain of hair. After returning from the hospital the evening before, Bianca had been preoccupied with Cian and had also begun to check the accounts for her Masters. First, she had worked on the ones at St Just’s place. When she had stopped, it had been because Syl had been at her, twice, to check on her; first with a mug of steaming hot chocolate, the second to bluntly warn her to go to bed or else…Once she had made a few notes on some things she wished to check, Bianca had gone to sleep. While checking her phone, she had scrolled down to two voicemails, from each of her Masters. They were with the Delano’s, said St Just. And the second message, which had come in later, was from the Irishman.“Lass, we need to leave. We’re not coming home, on our way to th