Bianca

I gulped.

“But I…” I whispered, my hands on h is muscled chest.

O’Grady grinned the devilish grin that made me associate him with darkness streaked with light.

He tilted my chin and bent his head, kissing me softly.

“We won’t hurt you, will we, Saint?” he asked, looking at his brother over my shoulder.

St Just leaned over, his head burrowed in my neck and I shuddered as he ran his hands over my buttock cheeks.

“I want to spank ...