Blackmailed Merger

by Kelly, Marie

  When he had heard her soft deep breaths, he had moved her to lie out comfortably over the plush couch retrieving a blanket to drape over her small frame. For a few moments he had looked down on his wife, once more feeling such strange sensations flood him. With a small sigh he had stood, moving to the other couch, feeling the tiredness filling him too. The past two weeks had been demanding with the news of the merger of the companies, along with the many meetings that entailed. Dante was not a man who dealt with fools lightly and he expected no less in his employees. Therefore, the merger had run smoothly, making his honeymoon plans possible.

  Looking back over at Sam who had turned onto her side, her hand moving under her chin, he had remembered how she used to lie like that when they were together, this simple thing making him frown with the way the memories were now crashing in on him, including the way she would meet him smiling that wonderful wide smile of hers. With a scowl he had chided himself. This was not a long term arrangement, Sam had made it very clear that it was to be a temporary one, Dante finding that thought disconcerting, this his last thought as sleep had taken him too.

  Sam had woken with a start, not sure where she was, her eyes opening slowly hearing the strange burring sound of what appeared to be an engine. With a small sigh, she had turned, feeling the back of the couch stopping her, the realisation overtaking her as to where she was her eyes flying open. With a small sigh she had swung her legs off the soft leather her eyes slowly focussing on her surroundings. Across from her Dante lay sleeping, his handsome face relaxed in slumber. Jumping a voice had sounded over the loud speaker, Sam realising that it was this that had woken her, as listening she had heard the pilot informing them that they should prepare to land.

  Rising groggily to her legs, she had moved over to Dante, hovering over him, as she had shaken him gently, hearing as he had groaned softly.

  “Dante...the plane is landing”.

  She had whispered gently, for some reason not wanting to wake him too hard. Finally she had been rewarded as he had moved, Sam starting to straighten up before his arms had moved around her, Sam losing her footings as she had fallen over him, his hands wrapping around her.

  His eyes had opened quickly, confusion in his look seeing her so close, before with a groan he had lifted his head, his hands moving to the back of her head pulling her harder into him. His kiss had been so tender that she had felt her whole body shiver before with a will of its own moulding harder against his, kissing him back. As their kiss had deepened, become more demanding he had moved her under him, his mouth moving to kiss along her jaw, down her throat Sam shuddering and gripping him, her head falling back her lips parting as she had moaned softly.

  “Please ensure seat belts are fastened Sir, landing in five minutes”.

  The voice over the loud speaker once more finally breaking through the fevered minds of husband and wife. Dante had pulled back from her groaning softly as his head had fallen onto her breasts, hearing as her heart had still beaten so fast.

  “I...I just wanted to wake you” she had found herself stuttering, once more so unsure what had happened. This man had blackmailed her and treated her so badly, yet the force of her need for him was scaring her. He had lifted his head, looking deeply into her shocked eyes.

  “You can wake me up like that anytime you like Samantha Durant” he had said softly, Sam feeling the jolt rushing through her hearing her married name for the first time, feeling as her cheeks had glowed seeing the fire in his eyes. Rising quickly she had straightened her suit, moving to the other couch and strapping herself in, watching from the corner of her eyes as he had slowly done the same.

  As they had come into land, the plane moving lower and lower she had gasped, realisation hitting her as to where they were, turning to look at Dante with bewilderment in her face.

  “We are in Greece”.

  She had stated, seeing as he had given a small smile.

  “Yes. I thought that you might like to spend our honeymoon in the place we met”.

  Sam had stared back out of the window, so many conflicting feelings flitting through her. On one hand she had loved the island, the people and the peacefulness it offered. On the other it seemed yet another reminder of how he had used her, tricking her into becoming his instrument of revenge. As though sensing her thoughts she had heard his soft tone, quickly turning to look at him.

  “Despite everything Sam, I was truly happy here with you”.

  Sam needing to turn from him, once more telling herself that she hated this man, once more reminding herself what he had done to her, fighting the feelings that were so painfully resurfacing. Hardening her heart she had told herself that it was easier to manipulate a compliant wife than one who was watching out for herself, that this was just one more of his schemes.

  Dante had watched her from his seat. Again, frowning seeing the changes in her. Sam had never been good at hiding her feelings, and again he was surprised to see the cold look come onto her beautiful face. It seemed that whenever he tried to get close to her, she would withdraw further from him, Dante not liking this, not liking his Samantha treating him that way, once more seeing the young tourist he had met, that girl so happy and full of life. Finally it had struck him what was so different about her. She had lost the ability to laugh and to see the wonder in the simplest of things that he had liked so much about her before.

  As they had landed, he had asked for her watch changing it quickly before returning it. Looking at the face, she had given a small smile. While they had travelled for ten hours, both now feeling refreshed from their long sleep, neither having realised just how tired they were, it looked as though they had only traveled for three hours. It had been dark as they boarded the plane, and it was still dark outside, Sam seeing that it was nearly 3 in the morning.

  They had quickly been collected from the airport by a large expensive car, which had taken them to the waiting cruiser, Sam gasping recognising it as Dante’s own, the memory of the day and many nights they had spent on it causing a lump in her throat as she had looked over at him with surprise.

  He had smiled widely at her.

  “Too early for the ferry......so this seemed the best solution”.

  Dante knowing that his choice of honeymoon location had been the right one as her eyes and whole body had seemed to relax for the first time since they had become engaged, and taking her hand she had not even flinched as he had moved onto the cruiser with her.

  This time however, it was not he who had driven the boat, Dante sitting with her on the loungers for the thirty minute journey before moving to yet another car waiting for them. Once back at the villa, Sam had stood, the memories of their time there, when they had been so happy filling her. She had blinked back the tears once more struggling with the memories and feelings of how she had at that time been so full of hope for the future, a future she believed to be with the man who was now her husband, this fact so ironic, mocking her. He had watched the way the myriad of emotions had crossed her features, seeing the happiness so soon followed by sadness, once more feeling disquiet deep within him.

  Moving forward he had guided her into the house, walking with her up to their old room, Dante having chosen to carry the cases himself. Depositing them onto the ground, he had flashed her a small grin.

  “Welcome back Mrs Durant”.

  Seeing as her eyes had dropped to the ground before rising to look at him, a sadness deep within them.

  “Kind of ironic really” she had managed as the smile had dropped from his lips.

  “There was a time Dante that I longed to be that............there was a time I thought you to be somebody so different, guess I was just a stupid little fool” she had finished with a small humourless half laugh.

  He had not moved forward, his eyes holding hers.

  “No Sam, you were not the fool.........I was”.

  Sam flustered to hear him.

  “I should never have treated you the way I did”.

  Turning fro
m him she had moved to the large windows, looking silently out of them for several seconds, not really seeing the way the sky was already starting to turn grey as the light began to break up the dark of the night.

  “I guess those words would have more meaning if you were not still blackmailing me Dante........not still scheming to get your hands on something that my father can give you........if it was about me and not him”.

  She had felt him move over to her, felt his hands move around her shoulders pulling her in harder to his chest, felt the way her whole body had once more responded to being there, hating herself for still wanting this man.

  “I can’t lie that that is not a welcome part of this Sam, but having you here again.......I wish that you could believe that it means a lot to me”.

  Sam had bit her lip, knowing the futility of arguing how she felt; knowing that the farce of a marriage she had agreed to was temporary.

  Looking back at him, she could see an all too familiar look in his eyes, as his hands had began to move surely down her arm, his mouth moving to kiss down her cheek, his intentions so clear. She had felt as her body had began to shake, Dante surprised to feel her trembling in his arms, turning her around to look down into her lovely face, shocked to see the fear so deep in her eyes.

  “Sam?” his eyes had been questioning, as she had looked back, the fear holding so much more.

  “What is it...what’s wrong?” he had whispered sensually against her, her expression becoming almost mournful as she had pulled back from him, her hand shaking as she had pushed her hair away from her face.

  “I think I will have a shower if you don’t mind” she had mumbled softly, feeling his hold loosen as she had moved into the bathroom.

  The feel of the jets against her body had been so welcome, the water running down in rivulets down her supple body. Giving a small sigh of pleasure she had allowed it to relax her tense body, her whole being wide awake. The sound of the door opening had made her gasp, once more tensing as Dante had appeared, his naked body exactly as she had remembered, Sam groaning with the way she had felt herself respond, her body a traitor of the worse kind.

  “I...I’m not finished” she had cried out, a hint of panic in her voice as he had moved into the shower with her, Sam feeling her whole body on high alert.

  “I thought that I could help you”.

  His sensual voice had swept down her, making her shiver as she had tried to move past him, a strange fear in her eyes. His arm however, had shot out winding around her waist, pulling her in closer to him.

  “Don’t go.....” he had whispered sensually, his eyes full of desire as they had travelled over her wonderful body. She had gulped feeling his naked flesh against hers feeling herself sink with the need for him that had always been there.

  “I...I should..” she had stammered as he had dropped his head, his mouth covering hers, Sam whole body shivering with the desire flooding through her as she had fallen in harder against him. She had felt as he had moved her around knowing that the water now ran down his back, as his hand lifting the soap and firmly lathered them before moving to run them over her body, turning her around in his embrace as his fingers had opened over her breasts, sliding between the hardened nipples as he had covered her body with the suds. Sam had involuntarily groaned, the sound turning to a gasp as his hands had moved further down, pushing her legs apart as his hand had moved between her thighs. She wanted to run, to get away from the torrent of sensations filling her, the white hot fires that licked at her belly sending shocks to every part of her. As his fingers had moved to the centre of her, moving to caress the wetness of her before sliding deeply inside her quivering body she had struggled to keep her breath even.

  “Stop...please...stop” she had whispered, her voice lacking real conviction.

  He had kissed down her cheek, his mouth sliding along her neck, along her back, his other hand now gently kneading one breast, Sam unable to stop her body as it had moved sensually against his hands. As she had thought herself lost, he had moved her once more to face him, his hands taking hers, placing the bar of soap into it.

  “Do you remember how you used to clean me?” his voice a mere whisper against her ear as Sam had nodded wordlessly against him, soaping her hand before sliding them over his hard belly, down his sides, slowly lathering his hard form moving in closer so that she could wrap her arms around him to do the same to his bottom and back hearing as he had groaned softly his arousal digging into her stomach. Moving back she had taken the hardened heat of him in her hand cleaning that, her eyes rising to meet his, seeing as his had half closed with pleasure as he had sucked in air his hips moving with her hand. As he had pulled her in harder, pushing her against the cold tiles she had heard the low throaty sound from him, before his mouth had dropped once more to take hers, this time full of the heat and passion they both shared as he had crushed her to him, their bodies fusing together as one.

  “It has been so long Sam” she had heard him whisper, as his mouth had moved to suck in her ear lobe, she feeling her whole body shudder at the sensations which had ran through her, his hands stroking her bottom as his fingers had pushed between her legs. Samantha was on fire, her arms flying around his neck little caring as she had pulled his head to her, her hips grinding against the hardness of him as he had given a small chuckle.

  “You are still as hot as ever”.

  He had moaned, before bending and lifting her in his arms, scooping her up like a small child stepping purposefully out of the shower. With long sure steps he had moved them to the bedroom, gently laying her still wet body over the bed, the covers pulled down the cotton so cool on her back. Sam had said nothing, her eyes watching him with a burning need in them as he had stood back his eyes flicking over her slowly.

  “You have not changed” he had whispered, Sam shivering gently wanting him back in her arms. Raising her arms, she had let them fall over her head, her body flexing her breasts tightening. He had given another small groan his maleness so hard and ready for her before falling beside her. His kiss had been full of heat, Sam letting his tongue slide along hers feeling as his hands had moved surely along her body goose bumps rising wherever he touched, before they had moved between her legs once more, making her whimper as his fingers had entered her, teasing her as they had rubbed the small bead within. He could feel as she had writhed uncontrollably under him raising his head, a small smile on his handsome face.

  “I miss the smell of you Sam” he had whispered as she had shuddered, before gasping louder as he had slid down her body.

  “I also miss the taste of you” his hands pulling her legs apart as his mouth had kissed along her flat belly moving down her thigh as she had sucked in air to stop from crying out. As his mouth had finally found the moist centre of her she had given in and cried out panting, his tongue flicking within her more than she could stand, her fingers gripping the sheets as she had bucked under him.

  “No...No” she had cried, even while her hands had moved to his head her fingers racking through his thick dark locks. She had heard as he had given a small laugh, one finger now joining his tongue as Sam had started to see stars, the sensations so strong.

  “Do you want me to stop Sam?”

  He had crooned so gently, as she had bitten her lip, his tongue flicking further within her as she had again screamed out gasping for air.

  “Shall I stop............tell me Sam”.

  Sam out of her mind now crying out.

  “No........Dante please no........don’t stop”.

  Hearing the small triumphant laugh against her, as he had slid back up, his mouth again taking hers.

  She had tasted the sweetness of her own body on his mouth, his tongue spreading her own juices around her lips as she had licked them feeling as he had positioned himself over her, her legs opening for him as with one surge he had thrust deeply within her small body.

  Dante had shuddered, feeling as her body had stretched to accommodate him, felt the tightness as she
had held him securely, the desire so strong to release deeply within her at that moment. Pausing, his mouth had moved to suckle one engorged nipple, as she had grabbed his head, her body moving against him her hips moving harder to him his whole length deep within her. Finally he began thrusting slowly within her body as she had wriggled under him, her hands gripping his shoulders, her mouth whispering over and over, begging him to love her, not to stop, the sound of her voice so needy driving him even further as his strokes had become faster and harder, feeling as her muscles had contracted against him.

  Samantha was completely out of her mind, totally unable to stop the way her body yearned for more, begged for more, the sensations flooding her before she had felt as she had exploded, the sensations shooting from her belly through every part of her as she had climaxed so violently, her head spinning as she had gripped him crying and panting loudly as her muscles had clenched and contracted around him. Dante had growled at the way she clenched him, his movements becoming frantic as with one final thrust he had spilled deeply within her, his cries joining hers, his whole body twitching violently as his orgasm had matched the intensity of hers, before finally collapsing heavily over her, the two of them panting and gasping to fill their lungs with much needed oxygen, their bodies slick with sweat and water from the shower.