The fact that she had been a virgin, and there had been her blood on the fleecy beige carpet in the library, had made him wince at the time; O’Grady had never, ever fcked a virgin.

And the act of taking her soft, rounded body, of claiming her, head made him feel jealously possessive about her. He did not want to share her with anyone; okay, St Just was different, but even the thought of his brother and his long, lean hands on Bianca’s soft flesh, made him growl in ...