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They made it home, to find a very annoyed Cian, who did not understand why his fathers and his mother had slipped out and left him for hours, with Syl. Bianca rushed in to scoop the plump, red-faced toddler who was protesting loudly, babbling in outrage. But St Just beat her too it. O’Grady held their Pet back as the tawny eyed blonde man lifted the little squabbling infant and soothed him.“Syl needs to go on a holiday one of these days,” remarked Bianca, making a beeline for the weary-looking woman. With a sigh, Bianca threw her arms around the bigger woman.Syl chuckled.“Was a little angry, our man,” she agreed.Bianca waddled to her Masters and slipping her arms around their waists, she said,” I’m hungry. Let’s order pizza.”*Later that night, Bianca came awake. She was growing increasingly uncomfortable these nights, having to visit the washroom very often. With a sigh, she rose carefully and padded over to the washroom, taking care not to disturb her Masters. After they had pl

Cian was down with a full-blown fever by the next day and was fretful.Bianca held him awkwardly in her arms as she walked to and fro, trying to soothe him. But as his fever shot up by evening, Bianca was near to tears herself.O’Grady had been called to the casino; the police had arrived and wanted to ask him a few questions. But he had left very reluctantly.And after leaving strict instructions for Barry.Bianca was not to go anywhere without one or other of her Masters.*In another part of the same city, Senator Brent Davenport sat drumming his fingers aimlessly. He had a problem. A State-level power broker, he was also a womanizer and had a taste for kink. With his deep ties to local journalists and investigative outlets, he was considered indispensable by the Governor, who depended heavily upon Davenport for help. The handsome, fifty-year-old Davenport, with his easy charm and good looks, the rugged features and strong physique, also had considerable influence over state regu

Aaron Wythe sat, thunderstruck as he stared at the grotesque figure before him, bent and with one malevolent eye glaring at him. His gaze shifted to the man’s hands, gnarled but strong. Wythe gave an involuntary shudder. Snake was a madman. A raving lunatic.His plan was to spirit away Bianca Cruz on the day of her wedding. Bring her here to be tortured and killed in her wedding finery. But the most disgusting part was that Snake planned to kill her and take the baby from her womb.Even Aaron Wythe, pimp extraordinaire and a man who had seen death, had shot and killed before, shied away from such calculated savagery.“But…Snake…” he began, trying to reason with the man seated before him. Snake lunged at him, his rancid breath hitting Wythe with such force, the younger man gagged.“Would you leave me, eh?” snarled Snake, his hands tightening around Wythe’s windpipe.Feebly, Aaron Wythe tried to scratch, to claw at the iron like grip around his throat. Finally, desperately, he banged

Bianca slept well that night. her Masters had fed her, cuddled her and held her as she drifted off to sleep, snuggled in St Just’s arms. O’Grady lay, his heavy arm draped across her thighs, feeling her snore slightly as she shifted.St Just looked down at Bianca, all his love shining in his eyes as he gazed at her.“I love you, Master Saint,” she had giggled as she kissed his mouth, licking away the last traces of Greek yoghurt from his wide mouth. That had earned her a kiss and O’Grady had sighed long and loud till his brother and their Pet had separated, but continued to look into each other’s eyes, deep and long.Feeling chuffed, O’Grady had turned Bianca ‘s body to his, gently and holding her face between his hands, he kissed her too, their tongues tangling.St Just watched, mildly amused. Was his brother feeling jealous? They had never had such a situation before, and they had had countless women in their beds before. But then, he thought, not one of them had been Bianca Cruz, wi

Bianca slept well that night. her Masters had fed her, cuddled her and held her as she drifted off to sleep, snuggled in St Just’s arms. O’Grady lay, his heavy arm draped across her thighs, feeling her snore slightly as she shifted.St Just looked down at Bianca, all his love shining in his eyes as he gazed at her.“I love you, Master Saint,” she had giggled as she kissed his mouth, licking away the last traces of Greek yoghurt from his wide mouth. That had earned her a kiss and O’Grady had sighed long and loud till his brother and their Pet had separated, but continued to look into each other’s eyes, deep and long.Feeling chuffed, O’Grady had turned Bianca ‘s body to his, gently and holding her face between his hands, he kissed her too, their tongues tangling.St Just watched, mildly amused. Was his brother feeling jealous? They had never had such a situation before, and they had had countless women in their beds before. But then, he thought, not one of them had been Bianca Cruz, wi