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Liam O’Grady halted.The sorrow in her voice, the pain, was so deep that the Irishman stopped walking mid-step. He had been moving to the stairs, to take her upstairs to their newly furnished bedroom. “Anything you want, sweetheart,” he whispered, lowering his head to kiss her gently, a tender kiss of love. Bianca wrapped her arms around his neck, lengthening the embrace.St Just followed the Irishman as he climbed the stairs slowly, his gaze tender. Neither man wanted to hurry and hurt her, for they suspected that Bianca was going through a lot.A lot more than the courageous little woman they shared was letting on.Kicking open the door to their opulent bedroom, O’Grady carried her across. She had lost weight, he reflected; she felt so light.Bianca’s head dropped back. Her eyes roved across the room. In just a matter of a couple of days, her Masters had altered the room to suit her tastes. So, when she returned from the hospital, it was to the new bedroom that had been renovated.

Her Masters looked at each other and began to chuckle. Their Pet was one of a kind. And were they glad about that!Lowering Bianca back on the bed, her Masters joined her, each taking a nipple in their warm mouths as she moaned and thrashed, her legs splayed to give them all the access they needed.O’Grady raised himself on an elbow, his hand stroking her gently as he asked, in a low growl,“Is it to much for you, lassie? Do you want us to stop?”For an answer, Bianca grabbed his wrist and placed it squarely on her mound with the tightly curled hair, encouraging him to slip his fingers into her warm opening, which was leaking wetness.Turning to him, eyes heavy with desire, she panted,“Just do what you want, Master O’Grady.” She moaned as the Irishman prepared to thrust into her, St Just’s long fingers teasing her clit.“Time to take her back entrance, Irish,” grunted St just, his blonde hair falling onto his forehead, face flushed with lust as he looked at the form of their Pet, mo

Bianca sat on the comfortable couch, her feet up. Now that the baby was growing, she had begun to feel tired more often. Which was why having Siobhan to do a lot of the running around, make the phone calls and stuff like that, as Roxanne put it, had made things seem so much better.She sighed and looked at the redhaired girl who was on the phone. Siobhan was a person who, despite being so young, knew when to push people and when to take a step back.Bianca’s eyes wandered to the window. In the distance, she could see the sea. The tangy, salty smell of the waters wafted up through the open windows. She sighed and Siobhan immediately spun around, anxious.“Shall I get you something to drink?” she asked, her wide green eyes showing her tension.Bianca dimpled and shook her head.Sighing, she went on looking outside.*The previous night, her Masters had lain on either side of her, O’Grady stroking her belly as they made plans.“We’re planning to have the wedding at the Swiss chalet at th

Bianca still worked, doing the accounts for both the Masters. They knew that she had a method of doing the maths which baffled them. But she was able to spot any discrepancies in the numbers very easily. Of course, they made sure she had plenty of exercise and did not remain glued to her laptops as she would otherwise have done, for Bianca Cruz loved number crunching.Of course, the exercise meant doing things in bed with the Masters, but none of them had any complaints!Her sisters, Anna and Beth, had come to visit and stay for a couple of days. While one of them was interested in art and the theatre in particular, the other was content to be a middle school teacher.Bianca was absurdly proud of them and the sisters lounged in bed, chatting till the wee hours of the night. For once, the Master allowed the Pet to sleep alone, well, with her siblings. At one point at night, St Just, who had been sleeping restlessly, came awake. his brother was prowling about in the room.St Just sat up

Bianca had no time to speculate, for the gowns she had shortlisted provided quite a challenge when it came to trying them out. The romantic in her opted for aesthetic blends romantic, vintage vibes with sleek, modern silhouettes, utilizing delicate fabrics such as French lace and silk charmeuse. While the materials themselves were imported, each gown in the boutique was made-to-order and sewn at Alura’s studio, ensuring hands-on quality control and real local craftsmanship.Twirling in front of f the mirror before waddling to the area where her Masters waited patiently, Bianca listened with half an ear as the saleswoman went on,“Designer wedding gowns are crafted to feel exceptional, both visually and emotionally,” she gushed.O’Grady looked at their Pet, his dark eyes filled with a fathomless love as Bianca Cruz preened before them while St Just growled, softly as he stepped of her and placed his hands on her waist,“Baby, choose anyone of them, you look divine for us, specially,” h