Bianca

I was trembling, panting, and unsure of myself when St Just spoke, which put me out of my misery.

‘Leave her be for tonight, Liam,” he growled, holding me to his chest and I saw Laim O’Grady’s hot eyes narrow in disbelief.

“The fuk do you mean, Sian?’ he snarled at his brother. But St Just went on, cooly,

‘It’s her first time, bro. We need to go gentle on her.” I looked at Laim O’Grady’s face wordlessly,

trembling. He seemed like he ...