A Dangerous Game

by Sienna Grant

  “You love my dirty mouth. Later, Stef.” Brushing my finger across his lip, I grin and walk away.

  “Laura?” I glance back over my shoulder. “I’ll be watching.”

  Those three words make me hotter than sin. I may just give him a show for that.

  Chapter Six

  Stefano

  Leaving my office, I head back to the VIP area. Taking my place back at the bar, but I stand in the other corner, so I can oversee the dance floor. After having Laura in my arms for that short space of time, it’s made me even more possessive.

  “So, you’re back then?” My head turns to see the svelte figure of Kelly O’Connor. My eyes running over her curves. “I hope you got your business sorted.” She asks in a low voice, eyeballing me.

  I nod back giving nothing.

  “Josh. Champagne and two glasses please.”

  Within seconds, he’s putting a bucket of ice and two flutes on the bar and pulling out a bottle of champagne from the ice pit underneath. Popping the cork, he pours some into each glass waiting for me to taste.

  “It’ll be fine.” I answer curtly. “Thank you, Josh.” He nods putting the bottle on the bar as I dismiss him and moves to the other side, leaving me alone with Kelly.

  “I love champagne.” I pour more into the glasses and hand it to her. “So, what are we celebrating?” She breathes.

  “Nothing, just the presence of a beautiful woman.” The corner of my mouth lifts into a smirk. Her eyes sparkling as she steps closer. Close enough for her huge breasts to brush against my chest and her knee pushing between my legs. I know I’m contradicting everything I’ve just said to Laura, but this is different,

  “I’ll drink to that.” She taps her glass with mine before lifting the flute to her lips and taking a sip. She moves the glass away and runs the tip of her tongue across her top lip, gathering the residue from her champagne. She leans forward until her lips are at my ear.

  “Maybe we should take this bottle somewhere quieter…?”

  My palm clasps her hip keeping her in place.

  “Maybe we should.” I bring her closer to me until she’s leaning against me. My hand slides around to her back until it’s cupping the rounded cheek of her ample arse. I know Laura is watching every move I make, but this has nothing to do with her - this is business.

  My business.

  I look out into the busy crowd and notice her dancing and having a good time. This time is as good as any.

  I clear Laura from my mind and focus on Kelly. I want to know why she’s here; you know the saying keep your friends close, but your enemies closer… Shea has obviously sent her with something in mind, but I’m too smart for him and can sniff out his game plans in an instant. He’s trying to trap me into something.

  I drink more of my champagne and she does the same, I then I fill up our glasses.

  “So how do you like the club?”

  “I love it. I may have to make it a regular occurrence.”

  “Well you give me a shout and I’ll make sure you get treated like a queen and are let straight in, no queueing for my VIP’s.”

  “Well, that’s very good of you. So, tell me about the King of Sapphire.” Her manicured finger slides along the bar, until her long, painted nail is dragging across the top of my hand. I watch its journey before rising back up and meeting her gaze.

  “There’s not much to tell. I’m a workaholic.” A grin resting on my face.

  When it came to giving my club a name, it was the easiest thing I’d ever had to do. Sapphire was my sister’s birthstone. Her birthday is in September, and as a tribute to her I opened it in that month. We’ve officially been open two years now.

  “I think you’re lying to me; you see, I’ve heard the Di Marco family are… what’s the word?” Her eyebrows arch as she thinks for the right word, “Notorious in these parts.”

  “Is that right?” I ask lifting an eyebrow.

  She gives me a single nod. “I’ve also heard you’re a bit of a lady killer.”

  “Now that; you might be right about…”

  She steps back to me, her hand smoothing down my chest, until she reaches the top of my thigh. Spreading out her fingers as it clutches my leg. Her soft touch wakes up my dick. Her gaze flickering over my shoulder and back to me. Not sure what she’s looking at, I look around me with my eyes quickly, but don’t see anything out of place, before settling back on Kelly. She raises up onto her tiptoes, brushing her lips against mine and licking her lips again.

  “So how about we go to my office. You can tell me more about yourself. A stunning woman like you shouldn’t be on your own.”

  “Well you’re just full of compliments. So, lead the way, Mr Di Marco.”

  “After you, Ms O’Connor.”

  A lascivious smile crosses her face as she steps around me. My palm rests against the small of her back, as I guide her through the crowd. My doorman nods as he opens the door for us. I let Kelly through first and tell him to keep an eye on Laura. I notice the two large men standing near the wall overlooking the VIP area, they’re awkward, edgy. I know for a fact they’re O'Connor men. I smirk as we leave, the thugs are watching every move I make. They’re not discreet at all. I lead her along the corridor to my other office, unlocking the door and letting her walk in first.

  She stands in the middle of the room, as I lock the door again behind us. Without saying anything, I walk to my minibar and pour us both a shot of whisky and hand it her.

  “Cheers.” She smiles on a small nod and takes a sip.

  “Take a seat.”

  She sits on the leather couch that sits across the far wall, crossing her one leg over the other, baring her thigh to me. She’s a little older than me, don’t get me wrong she’s hot, but she has nothing on Laura.

  Taking a seat next to her, she slides across so we’re right next to each other and puts her drink on the glass table in front of us. Her fingers slowly manipulating the knot of my tie, until it’s loosened enough to undo the top button of my collar. I’m sat in the corner of the couch, my arms spread out, lying across the tops as I relax back.

  “So now you have me here, what are you going to do with me?”

  “Well, that depends on how far you’re willing to take this, Ms O’Connor?”

  There’s an underlying question in my tone. She strokes her hand up my thigh, until it reaches the juncture of my groin. Softly brushing over my hardening erection.

  “As far as you want it to go, Mr Di Marco.” Her voice has a husk to it - full of want and desire. I move to lean over her as she shifts. I roughly push her beneath me as I hover over her. My one arm taking my weight, holding me up with the other one. Our lips press in a hard kiss, her gloss leaving a stickiness to my mine, as I pull away from her. Wrapping her fingers around my tie she pulls me back to her lips, as she deftly opens the buttons on my shirt. Her hands slipping inside and pushing up my bare chest, over my pecs.

  “You’re a very handsome man, Stefano.”

  Our eyes meet, taking control of the wanton woman, my lips covering hers, as an animalistic lust takes over. I know what trouble this is going to cause, but I don’t give a fuck. It’ll teach them not to treat me like a fool. She’s offered herself up to me on a plate, whether it’s on her husband’s instructions or not - I’ll take it.

  My hands find the bottom of her tight dress as I drag it up, until her arse is sitting in my hands, squeezing. My lips move to her neck, biting and nipping as she laps up the attention….

  Bang, bang.

  “Fuck.”

  “Stefano, are you in here?” Angelo shouts from the other side of the door.

  “Excuse me...” Standing up and leaving her breathless, I find my keys in my pocket and unlock the door, standing in the way of the doorway as I open it.

  “You’ve got company. O’Connor men.” I turn from Angelo and push the door to.

  With a sigh I turn back to Kelly. I shouldn’t have gone as far as I did really.

  “I’
m sorry darling, but you have to go.”

  “What? Why?”

  “We have company.”

  Her face pales from the flush it was just sporting, as she turns her face up at me. She pulls her dress down until it’s sitting at mid-thigh, while I offer her my hand to help her up to her feet. She takes the offer and stands until we’re almost eye to eye.

  “I’m sure you know which company I’m referring to; the thugs in the monkey suits.” Clasping her chin with my thumb and index finger, I lean closer until I’m in her face. “Next time your husband wants to know something, tell him to have the bollocks to come and see me himself. Don’t send his slut to do his dirty work for him…”

  Angrily, she shrugs out of my hold, swings her hand, and lets it go, until it’s connecting with my cheek. The slap echo’s around the office.

  “What’s up, does the truth hurt?” I give her a wink grinning. “Tell Shea, if he wants a war; he’s got it.”

  She grabs her bag from the chair and storms from the office, pushing past Angelo as I watch laughing. The biggest of the men staring at me from outside the door.

  I stare back at the thugs and take my gun from the back of my trousers, holding my hands in front of me, so they can see it clearly.

  They stand in front of Kelly O’Connor protecting her.

  “Did you think I didn’t know who you were? There’s no-one that comes in my club that I don’t know about - remember that.” I answer with a grin. If there’s one thing most people don’t like and that’s smugness, and I have that in buckets.

  “Mr O’Connor will be in touch.” Kelly’s bodyguard spits at me.

  “I can hardly wait.” I fire back. The beefed-up guard backs away not turning his back to me, until he's gone from sight.

  I go back into my office straightening my shirt and pulling off my tie, as Angelo enters the room. I can feel his hard glare from miles away.

  “Is there something wrong?” I ask coolly as I turn to look him in the eye, finally.

  “What the fuck do you think you were doing?” He whispers angrily.

  “I don’t know what you mean...”

  “You were thinking with your fucking dick, that’s what you were doing.”

  I smirk. “She wanted to find out information, why else would she be here?”

  “I told you don’t do anything stupid; I think that goes past the stupid mark.”

  “Angelo she was easy prey. She all but pulled up her dress and told me to fuck her. I was never going to…”

  “Yeah I bet... You know what you’ve done don’t you? I told you to stay away from her and not go there...”

  “I’ve done nothing, she brought it here. He sent her, I just played along. If Shea O’Connor wants to play - we’ll play and I’ll kill the bastard. Nothing happens with the O’Connor’s that he doesn’t know about - he knew exactly what he was doing Angelo.” I can feel my temper beginning to rise, but I manage to put a lid on it.

  “Why couldn’t you just leave it?” Angelo shakes his head in frustration.

  Confused, I look to Angelo, feeling the frown etching to my brow.

  “Because my friend, I’m Stefano Di Marco and no-one fucks with me or my family. Until I know what they’re up to, I’ll play them at their own game.”

  He blows out an irritated sigh, before shaking his head and turning away from me. He pours himself a whiskey from my bar, knocking it back in one. Before leaving the office and tending to club business.

  The O’Conner’s have the problem not me.

  I’m not scared, but they will be.

  Chapter Seven

  Laura

  “Hang on, I’m just going to the ladies.”

  We walk back up to the VIP area after dancing the night away, when I hear a commotion in the hallway. The blonde that was here earlier with Stefano is accompanied by some huge men, and I mean huge. I watch them leave as Stefano and Angelo stand outside his office. As they do, it seems they’re having a cross word of sorts. Stefano sees me as he turns to walk back inside and Angelo follows him in, his face like thunder. I hide my body around the corner when I see Angelo storm out.

  What’s his problem?

  Stefano has lost his tie and he’s pulling on his suit jacket as he comes out of the room, then pushes his hands in his pockets. I look around me first and when I know the coast is clear, I walk towards him. I’m a little unsteady on my five-inch stilettos after the shots I’ve had, but I make my towards the sexy man in front of me anyway. I stop halfway, lean on the wall, and take off my shoes, I’m even smaller now. As I approach Stefano, I only reach his chest.

  I have to tip my head back to look up.

  “Is everything okay?”

  He nods. “Nothing to concern you.” His thumb and finger capture my chin, the pad running over my bottom lip. “I’ll get Roberto to take you all home. I can look after myself.”

  “We can get a taxi, it’s fine.” I reply.

  “Do you have to fight me on everything? Roberto will take you home. That’s final. Now go.”

  “You’re so bossy.” I giggle.

  “You have no idea, now go and join your friends.” He takes his phone from his pocket and holds it to his ear. I watch his timed movements. The frown that’s lining his forehead, while he waits for someone to answer on the other end. I’d love to be able to wrap my arms around his waist and demand he take me home…

  “Can you take Laura and her friends home? Thanks.”

  I see the dark hair of my brother, as walks up behind Stefano, with a stern look on his face.

  “Shouldn’t you be home by now?”

  My eyes roll at the tone of his voice.

  “Oh, don’t be so moody, lighten up. I suppose you never got drunk at eighteen.”

  “That’s not the point, you’re my sister. Come on I’ll take you back to your friends.”

  With a sigh I pick up my shoes from the floor. Angelo walks around Stefano and takes my arm. I take another look over my shoulder. Stefano is still in the same spot with his hands in his pockets, looking the stern and sexy businessman as ever, watching us leave.

  When we reach my friends, Jennah’s eyes widen when she sees Angelo at my side.

  “Well hello there... this place is just full of hotties.”

  “Jen, this my brother Angelo. Angelo this is Jen, Maria, Denny, and Susie. He nods with a smile. Jen steps up to shake his hand. Roberto stands at the door and waits, while Angelo turns his way nodding.

  “Okay ladies your carriage awaits. Make sure they each go in before you leave.”

  “I’d much prefer you to take me home.” She still has hold of my brothers hand. He smirks, but pulls it away. She’s almost as tall as him and believe me she will give my brother a run for his money.

  “Will do.” Roberto answers.

  “Maybe another time…” Angelo replies flirting with Jen, like she needs encouragement. I kiss my brothers cheek and grab Jennah’s arm to pull her away. Then we follow Roberto to the car.

  Roberto has been around for as far back as I can remember. Christina and I were just kids, but I always remember Stefano and Christina never had to walk anywhere, and because me and Chrissie were always together, it meant I never did either. They treated me like one of the family.

  Roberto opens the back door for us and we pile in trying to look as elegant as possible. That’s hard considering what we’ve been drinking tonight. We make our way home, dropping each one at their houses, before moving onto the next house. Jennah and I are last to be dropped off because she’s staying at my house. The door opens and we slide out.

  “Thank you so much Roberto.”

  “Anytime. You know they won’t let you get taxis and if I’m around, I’ll always make sure you get home. Now go on, go inside, both of you.”

  Lifting a hand, I wave at him, then find my keys in my clutch and let us in.

  Kicking off our shoes as we walk in the house we go straight upstairs to my room.

  “Your brother is so
fucking hot.” She tries to whisper, but it doesn’t work.

  “Really? I suppose he’s not bad if he wasn’t my brother, of course.”

  Jennah flops back on my double bed with a dreamy smile on her face, while my head is full of Stefano.

  I didn’t realise I’d been in my own world for so long. Until I hear Jens heavy breathing from the side of me, indicating she’s already fell asleep. I change into my bedclothes and get back on the bed. Lifting my phone, I find Stefanos number and type:

  Got home safe. Night and thanks. I’d much prefer to be lying next to you though.

  Clicking off my screen, I put it at the side of me and wait to see if I get a reply. I struggle to keep my eyes open, but the light from my phone screen lighting up, gets my attention.

  You’re pushing the boundaries…. but if I was lying next to you, there definitely wouldn’t be any sleep involved. Now go to sleep.

  I eventually give into the sleep that I’m fighting, with a wide smile on my face.

  Chapter Eight

  Stefano

  Laura takes a deep breath and blows all the eighteen candles out, that sit on the large chocolate cake. She stands in front of the table, smiling wide as everyone sings, happy birthday. Her long, dark hair accentuating her pretty face. Her teeth baring down onto the bottom of her red coated lips, softly nibbling, making my dick harden. She looks as hot, in casual clothes as she did the tight dress, she was wearing last night. I really should get better control of myself. I should be putting my attention into someone else. Someone not so close to the family; someone that won’t tear the family apart when it all goes to fucking shit... but I can’t. I’ve never walked away from something I’ve wanted before, so why start now.

  My mother takes my attention away from the little vixen in front of me as I look down at her. I seem to look down at everyone, but being six-foot-five, it’s hard not to.