Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Pet for the Mafia Dons: Kabanata 351 - Kabanata 360

Bianca opened her mouth and pressed her lips to St Just’s manhood, inhaling the spicy smell she was so familiar with…She breathed him in, sighing, almost purring in happiness, in satisfaction. Her Master stood over her, a lean hand fisted in her brown hair, holding her face pressed to his crotch, and she could smell that faint smoky smell of his body She moaned against his large member, which was filling her mouth, making her widen her lips as his member kicked against the walls of her mouth,A large hand moved to her throat and she whimpered.Her brown eyes were wet with tears, of joy? She could not comprehend what it was.But her limpid gaze met his tawny ones, and her heart pounded fiercely.She slid her hand, for she was balancing on one as she knelt on all fours before him, while O’Grady lay, watching them, stroking his erection.Her eyes were worshipful, and Finn St Just grunted, his hand tightening, the speed of his thrusts increasing in ferocity.He held the back of her hea

When Bianca walked into the gym, she was nervous. She knew that the Irishman would be at it, punching the bags with all his power, for O’Grady took his sessions seriously. Laid back as he generally appeared to be, with his dash of personality, his rakish charm and general air of insouciance, he still remained deadly serious about his workouts.Despite her bravado, she was more than a little squeamish about her appearance.When she looked at herself in the mirror, her heart sank. The Masters might try to brush it off, do their best to convince her that she ws just a tad plump, but the reality was something totally different, she thought grimly.Well, she told herself as she stoically pushed open the doors to the basement gym and walked in, better to begin now than leave it for later.Later would mean a few more pounds to burn off. *It was the smell that hit her when she walked in. The smell of leather, iron, and old sweat.When she pushed through the heavy door, the noise of the spee

Roxanne worked in the room, which she had converted into her studio, humming softly. Her lover, the Iceman, as they called him, was expected to come late that night, and she was due to finish a huge contract she had landed a few weeks ago. But somehow, as she told him, her hand on his chest as they lay side by side at night, ‘the Muse’ seems to have deserted me, Daddy…”Van Dyke, who had been threading his large, thick fingers through Roxanne's lovely brown hair, which spread across the pillow now, grunted.“I’ll bring the muse back, babydoll,” he promised and rose to pad across to the dresser. She rose on an elbow and watched him; his figure illuminated in the moonlight. Roxanne sucked in her breath. Van Dyke was a magnificent specimen of a male, and he was deeply, totally in love with her. She sometimes wondered what she had done to be so lucky. Because any wish of hers, even the slightest, was met at once.Now he pulled out a small box from the drawer and turned, the shadows of hi

Bianca and her Masters had settled to dinner at a table at the swanky restaurant, which was called Captain’s. It was one of the nine in-house restaurants within the Shangri-La grounds.It was also the latest one, started by Dominick Delano, and Bianca knew the young man desperately wanted it to succeed. During a casual conversation, Serena Kingston spoke about how Rani and Dom were anxious to see that the Mafia Don appreciated how hard Dom was working to get a name in the field of restaurateurs.The Mafia Don had been openly sceptical, scornful even, of his son’s choice to branch out and perfect his culinary skills, as opposed to his other siblings, who had all been absorbed into the Delano mob, in some way or the other.While Louis and Rudy were the enforcers, bringing justice using their fists, the Capo and Jack Lord were also equally involved in the mob business.As for Ria, she was in charge of the accounts for all the operations under the Delano umbrella, and Jamie was also waiti

Later, Bianca wondered how she had eaten. She had no recollection, for her entire attention was on her Master, who made her feel like she was the most precious, the most exquisite being in the world.They fed her, although she blushed and demurred; they held her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist, and generally made her forget everything but the two men in front of her.At one point, St Just leaned to her and said, “Cherie, shall we leave? Have you had enough? ”She looked at him, grateful for his understanding as the Irishman rose and helped her out of her chair.“I can manage …” she began, but the Irishman silenced her with a gentle, reproving look.“Lassie,” he said, and she melted at the love on his face, his voice soft with adoration. Then, they led her away, out of the large dining hall, uncaring as people stopped to watch their progress.Bianca walked slowly with her Masters on either side of her, their arms around her, as they escorted her to the escalator.“We’ve booked