Blackmailed Merger

by Kelly, Marie

  Dante was not sure what he had expected, but Samantha Trey was definitely not it, an uneasy feeling filling him that she seemed like an innocent, before other memories had pushed their way into his mind, his mouth setting harder. She was a Trey, which was all that really mattered he had told himself with finality.

  With a soft groan he had sworn softly under his breath seeing the two men who had walked into the club. Recognising them, he had watched as they had surveyed the crowd, their eyes finally resting on Samantha and Bella, both looking lecherously at the two women, before moving towards the pair. Dante had cursed even louder, as he had stood; calling out to the man he knew to be in the next office.

  In the club Sam and Bella had stayed together, both women promising not to abandon the other, both glaring over at Kate, who was laughing letting her head fall back, the blond wasting no time in kissing down her neck.

  As the two men had approached, the two had smiled politely once more, both shaking their heads as the Greek men had moved in so close to them. Realising that they were not going to take no for an answer, both girls had tried to move away, finding their way blocked by the men who had put their hands around them, Sam feeling uneasy as she had tried to push his hands from her, seeing that Bella was in the same position.

  The two men had laughed, the one on Sam grabbing her arm and trying to pull her to the dance floor.

  “No go...you dance” he had laughed, Samantha trying desperately to pull away from him, just as a loud voice had caused him to halt.

  Spinning around, she had felt the rush of relief, as Dante had stood before them another man by his side.

  In a whiplash voice he had rounded on the two men who had released both girls instantly, both men holding up their hands in submissive postures, Samantha once more feeling the excitement of seeing him there, his handsome features stern as he had in a low angry voice sent the two men scurrying out of the club.

  Bella and Samantha had looked at each other with relief, both smiling their thanks at Dante, who was watching to make sure the men left. Finally he had turned to look at the women, his face once more softening into a friendly smile.

  “Are you OK?” he had asked a tinge of concern on his voice, both nodding.

  “Thanks to you” Sam had breathed, her eyes shining with wonder, giving him a large smile. Dante had stared at her, seeing as the smile had lit up her whole features, her eyes glowing even greener. It was the sound of a small cough beside him that had finally pulled him from his reverie.

  “Oh where are my manners?” he had laughed.

  “Samantha, Bella I would like for you to meet my good friend Philippe “

  Sam had smiled politely at the man beside Dante, who was just a little shorter, and like his friend good looking, but in a more rugged way, with kind intelligent eyes, Sam liking Philippe instantly. He had stepped forward nodding to both girls, his eyes lingering for longer on Bella, who had smiled shyly back at him.

  “Please forgive Anton and Lucio they are not really bad.......just have no social skills” both women laughing at Philippe’s lightening of the situation. Grinning, he had extended his hand to Bella.

  “May I dance with you?” he had asked gently, Samantha surprised to see her friend blush as she had nodded moving with him to the dance floor.

  Looking up at Dante, her breath had once more caught in her throat, seeing him looking down at her, his eyes holding hers, Samantha feeling her knees suddenly so weak just from the look in his eyes, before he had looked away, as though he too were struggling with some internal turmoil.

  “Well I see that your friend Kate found herself a little playmate” he had finally chuckled, as Samantha had grinned back.

  “Yes, she usually does” she had said before adding softly” But she is also a good person” Dante nodding.

  “I am sure she is” he had murmured.

  “But .... It would appear that you are now the only one not dancing...and that just seems wrong” his hand extending towards hers. With a smile she had taken it and moved with him to the dance floor, her eyes once more sliding over his long back, shocked to find herself wondering what that back would feel like under her fingers.

  As they had reached the dance floor, the song had changed, Dante smiling down at Sam with a wicked grin on his face.

  “It would seem the Gods are on my side tonight”.

  He had chuckled, as the slow dance had began, Sam feeling as he had pulled her softly into his arms, shivering with pleasure as their bodies had met for the first time. As her hands had moved to hold his shoulder, his hand encircled her waist warm against the base of her spine, feeling as his breath had fanned her hair which she had pulled into a bun, both silent for a few seconds.

  It had been Sam who had broken the silence fraught with a strange tension that Samantha was so unused to as she had breathed in the scent of him feeling her eyes fluttering closed with pleasure.

  “You seem to be making a habit of rescuing me tonight” she had laughed gently, feeling as he had grinned back against her head.

  “Well if it means ending up like this....then I consider myself to have been lucky to have been in the right places at the right time” Sam once more feeling the jolt of pleasure coursing through her. She had felt as he had shifted to look down on her, as she had looked up at him. Seeing a seductive look on his handsome face.

  “Though I think it only fair to warn you Samantha Trey”, pausing as she had looked expectantly at him.

  “That I find you very attractive, and I plan on making sure that no other man gets the chance to dance with you tonight”.

  Samantha had blushed, her green eyes flashing with delight and shyness. While many men had over the years tried to chat her up, none had been as forward as Dante Durant and she had felt as her heart had beat so fast within her chest.

  “I...I think that would be OK” she had managed dropping her head and this time allowing it to rest on his shoulder, feeling as he had pulled her in even closer.

  True to his word, Dante had remained at Samantha’s side for the rest of the night, much to the chagrin of many of the other girls in the club, who had tried to catch his eye. However, he seemed oblivious to everything but her, and Sam had felt her attraction for the enigmatic man growing with every second in his company. He was smart and funny, and the two had very quickly relaxed in each other’s company, Samantha’s quick wit allowing her to keep up with his dry one liners, enjoying seeing as his dark eyes had wrinkled with each comeback.

  She had also watched as Bella, normally so shy around men had looked at the other Greek man the same way she looked at Dante, the two girls flashing each other knowing smiles. Philippe seeming to be as taken with Bella as she was with him, his eyes resting so warmly on her, as the two had huddled together laughing and joking , both girls enjoying themselves.

  As the barman had cried out last orders, rather than the relief she normally felt, knowing that she could go home without ruining Bella or Kate evening, she had felt disappointment. Kate had moved over to her friends, smiling, her words full of innuendo as she had informed them that she would see them in the morning before moving out of the club with the blond tourist.

  Sam and Bella had looked at each other before Philippe had said so softly.

  “Wow........you don’t find many people kind enough to give a poor needy girl a bed at this time of the night...that guy is such a humanitarian”.

  The other three breaking down into hysterics, before Sam and Bella, both suddenly ashamed at laughing at their friend had jumped to her defence.

  “She just wants to enjoy her holiday”.

  Philippe grinning widely at Bella

  “Well I guess that if you feel you need...”.

  Bella raising her hand, a determined expression on her lovely face.

  “Philippe.........do not finish that sentence if you want to see tomorrow”.

  Making the others laugh once more, Philippe looking at Bella with an even wider grin.

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�Maybe we should ask the owner of the club to stay open later” Dante had cried, a sparkle in his eyes, as the two girls had chuckled, thinking him to be joking.

  “I doubt he is going to do that for us” Bella had smiled, as Dante had looked over at Philippe.

  “I don’t know............hey Philippe how about it”.

  Bella and Sam both looking at the other man, seeing the way he had laughed back, shaking his head.

  “I have a feeling my friend that while we might enjoy that I might need to find a new workforce in the morning”.

  Bella had looked warily at Philippe, who had returned her look, his eyes questioning.

  “You own this place?” she had said softly, seeing as he had nodded his head.

  “Yes.........but I do not really run it”.

  He had then gone on to explain that both he and Dante worked abroad, both of them owning different businesses on the island on which they had grown up.

  Dante had nodded beside Sam adding.

  “It helped to bring in tourism and make sure that the island could survive”, both girls smiling once more

  “That is wonderful that you are able to help” Sam had said softly, Dante smiling gently back at her, before he had risen quickly to his feet.

  “OK my friend, we should escort these lovely ladies back home to their residence” his eyes sparkling full of mischief.

  “Wouldn’t want them to get lost in the dark”

  Sam chuckling at the obvious reference to how they had met, flashing him a smile over her shoulder as she had moved towards the exit.

  “Well I may have got lost, but I’m not complaining about what I found” she had thrown back, seeing the way his wonderful lips had curled into a large grin.

  The walk back to the villa they were staying was far too short for Sam. The four had naturally paired into couples, with Philippe and Bella falling behind Sam and Dante. When he had moved to take her hand into his, she had let him feeling a surge of happiness in the pit of her belly, letting their fingers entwine. Walking contentedly home he had pointed out different buildings on the cobbled narrow streets, telling her stories of what made them so special, Sam loving the sound of his voice, laughing as his stories had become more outlandish. All too soon they had reached the villa, and she had felt disappointed, not sure what would happen next.

  Pulling her gently in front of him Dante had stood close to her, Sam looking up into his face, wanting so much for his kiss.

  “Sam” he had whispered softly.

  “I would really like to see you again”.

  She had smiled widely, once more making Dante feel the strangest sensation in his stomach.

  “I would really like that” she had replied, seeing him smile back.

  “Philippe and I were talking about fishing tomorrow in my boat........why don’t we all go, we can swim in a bay I know, let you really see the island”.

  Sam had nodded enthusiastically.

  “I am sure we would love it” she had breathed softly.

  Her eyes looking down the street, not sure where Bella and Philippe had got to, sure that they had not been that far behind them.

  “I...I guess I should go in” she had said softly, feeling as Dante had moved even closer to her, his hands moving to gently cup her face, angling it up to look deeply into her eyes.

  “Yes....I guess you should” he had answered softly, before his head had dropped, his mouth covering hers, Sam shuddering as her lips had parted to welcome his. She was not even aware that she had fallen harder against him, her arms flying around his neck as she had stood on tip toes. Only aware as his kiss had deepened, his tongue flicking against hers sending sensations throughout her entire body, knowing that he felt it too as he had groaned softly against her mouth. She had felt as his hands had stroked along her back, travelling down to her bottom, Sam gasping feeling his hands exploring her, but not pulling back as the unfamiliar sensations had flooded through her, her body writhing sensually against him.

  As Dante Durant had kissed Sam he had been surprised with the rush of white hot need that filled him. He wanted her, wanted to feel her under him, struggling so hard with what had to be done. Pulling away from her, the two had stood looking at the other, both panting their bodies and eyes showing the fire and desire they both felt.

  “Please Sam” he had whispered, his voice so husky.

  “It would definitely be better if you went inside right now”.

  Sam staring back at him, not aware how sensual she looked, her breasts heaving as she fought to get her composure back her lips so red from his kisses, her eyes so green in her small oval face, her skin almost translucent in the light of the moon.

  “I...yes” she had stuttered, as Bella and Philippe had finally caught up with them, the two of them smiling happily at each other. Hearing of the plans for the following day, Philippe had grinned.

  “Sounds like a great idea” he had replied, his eyes moving over to Bella, who had smiled back at him.

  “Let’s say 8 then” Dante had finished, before both men had stood back, watching as the girls had disappeared inside the villa.

  The next morning both had been ready by 7.30, scowling as Kate had finally rushed through the door. They had texted her the previous evening, assured that she would be back in plenty of time. Throwing them both a “what?” look she had ran to her room to quickly change, just making it in time for the knock on the door heralding the arrival of Dante and Philippe.

  Pushing herself forward, she had given her best pouting smile, Bella and Samantha looking at each other in disbelief.

  “Would it be OK if Thomas could join us” she had breathed sexily at the two, seeing the knowing look pass between the two men, before Dante had inclined his head.

  “The more the merrier Kate” he had said, seeing as she had given a small squeal of pleasure, pulling her phone out and dialling Thomas the others had assumed.

  After finding where they were going, she had moved slightly behind the other four, her eyes taking in the way they seemed to naturally break into couples, her eyes opening in surprise at seeing Dante’s fingers moving to take Samantha’s, her usually man-shy friend allowing their fingers to entwine as they had moved together down to the harbour.

  Reaching the picturesque stone dock, strewn with fishermen, the two men had waved to many of the passer bys, laughing with the fishermen who had cheerfully waved back. On the dockside only two boats fitted the small pier, mainly because one was so large. Kate had whistled seeing the luxury cruiser her eyes lighting up.

  “Now that is a boat” she had cried with approval, frowning seeing the smaller more traditional fishing wooden boat. She had wondered if there truly was enough room for them all, as Dante had turned to her smiling.

  “I am glad that you approve Kate” he had chuckled “She moves well too”.

  Looking back in complete astonishment the three girls had stared at the vessel.

  “Is ...is that your boat?” Samantha had finally managed, as Dante had grinned down at her.

  “Yep...when I fish I like to do it in style” he had laughed, Philippe nodding beside him. He had looked over at Samantha, seeing a look of apprehension in her eyes, his questioning.

  “All OK Sam?” he had asked softly, seeing as she had given herself a shake, giving him a nervous smile.

  “Yes... fine” before moving towards the boat with the others.

  Frowning, he had expected her to be impressed with the boat, but it had the opposite effect on her, as she had seemed to back away from him, Dante confused with her reaction. The appearance of Thomas had seen the group moving up into the cruiser, the newcomer making excited noises of appreciation, smiling shyly at the two alpha Greek men. He had been polite and thoughtful in helping Kate onto the deck, Sam liking him. Kate however, had moved over to her.

  “OMG Sam.........you hit pay dirt, gorgeous and loaded” she had giggled, looking over at Dante.

  “Remember if you don’t want him...I’ll take him”
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  Sam giving a small frown

  “Kate........Thomas...” she had whispered in shock, hearing as Kate had giggled again.

  “We aren’t married” moving away to explore the wonderful boat. Sam had no idea of sizes, but knew that it was huge, the back fitted with chairs for deep sea fishing. As they had moved down to the belly of the boat, she had been impressed to see that there were two bedrooms, both large with actual beds admiring how opulent the decorations were. The main seating area incorporated a large open kitchen and the four guests had moved around with their mouths open in awe.