by Sienna Grant
Age Twenty-Three
Skimming my eyes across the screen of the CCTV camera, I watch the doors of the club. Partygoers filter in. Men and women all dressed up to the nines. Beautiful women in short, tight as fuck dresses, with their tits spilling over the tops of the low-cut necklines. A friendly hand pats me on my shoulder…
“Anything interesting?” Angelo asks curiously.
“Same old.” Angelo focuses on the same thing as I am, smirking. I match his grin and turn back to the screen.
“I’ll take over.” Angelo tells me.
Glimpsing at the screen again, I move to get up. Before I can, a familiar brunette catches my eye, rooting me to the seat. Angelo, follows my line of sight and watches the screen with rapt attention.
“What the fuck is she doing? I’ve told her not to come here.”
“Don’t fret, she’ll be safe.”
“Stefano, she’s fucking seventeen. How the fuck has she even got in?”
My dick twitches in my expensive, tailored Armani trousers, as I eye the white dress that clings to her curves. Her dark hair is peppered with sexy red streaks and spills down her back. While, Angelo rants about her being here, I try to hide my salacious grin. The images I have of wrapping all that hair up in my fist, while I fuck her bent over my desk, flood my mind. I belong in hell for the thoughts I have about Laura Giordana. Why? Because Laura is Angelo’s little sister. I’ve known her since she was in glasses and had pigtails. When all I used to do was tease her, but she’s grown up into a more than fine, young lady.
“It’s her birthday soon, relax.” I answer, shaking myself from my memories.
“In a few days, yeah.”
“Well, then she’ll be eighteen. Everyone knows you’re her brother. She’s used her VIP status, she’s not stupid. There’s bouncers everywhere… no-one and I mean, no-one will touch her in here.”
“You don’t think so? Every leech in the fucking place will be on her.” Angelo scowls.
My teeth grind together, as I imagine every Tom, Dick, or Harry, hitting on her. She may not be mine, but still…. Pushing down my anger and frustration, my jaw tenses as I try to be complacent. I really don’t want my best friend to know how I feel about his sister; I may be powerful, but that crosses a line even for me. The thought of anyone touching her but me, makes me angry as fucking hell. I swallow down the thought, and answer Angelo.
“I know, but at least she’s where we can see her and keep an eye on her.”
Angelo frown lines get deeper, but he knows I’m right too. The wicked side of me though is happy she’s here.
Laura, is the youngest of five, with Angelo being the second oldest. She’s sexy as fuck, and five years younger than us, but she’s the one I crave. I know I shouldn’t… I know it’s wrong, but fuck if it feels so right.
Moving from the chair, I let Angelo take his place and make my way downstairs, telling him I’ll be back.
Pushing through the staff door, I stand in the corner at the end of the bar, overlooking the crowd. The bouncers on the inside of the front door give me a single nod to let me know everything’s okay. I start my prowl around my club, this is my castle. I’m part of one of the biggest mafia families in London and I rule mine after my dad, Lorenzo Di Marco, handed over the reins to me.
I could spot Laura from anywhere in the crowd. Her head flings back as she laughs with her friends, her hair swishing as she moves and talks animatedly. I walk over to where she sits and stand behind her. Not too close but close enough for her to know I’m there. Her friends eyes widen and their mouths gape, as they look up at me. Laura turns slowly to face me.
“Um, hi Stefano.” She seems to greet me nervously.
“I need to speak with you.” I grin. Not wanting to argue with me she just nods and gets up quietly. “Ladies.”
Taking her by the elbow, I lead her through the crowd. People say hello as I pass, but I don’t stop for anyone. Taking my keys from my pocket, I unlock the office door and lead her inside. I take the glass from her, but not before sniffing the contents and place it down on the desk.
“Angelo knows you’re here.” I throw out there bluntly.
“Great.” She answers on a sarcastic tone. “I might find him and say hi.”
“Maybe later…” I stand against the desk in front of her, with my arms folded against my suit clad chest, watching. Her big, beautiful eyes tracking up my body as she takes me all in.
“Did you really think you’d get in here without being spotted?”
“Maybe...” She shrugs. Her hazel eyes seek out mine as she sits in the chair at my desk.
“I know everything that goes on in my club, Laura.” I take a step towards the leather desk chair she sits in, “I’ll be honest though, I don’t really want you in here.”
Bending at the waist, I rest my hands on the arms of the chair until my face is close to hers, feeling her heavy gasps in my face.
“What did you think you would achieve by coming here, Laura? This is a dangerous place to be.”
Her teeth scrape against her bottom lip, leaving a sheen of wetness in its wake.
“I’m sure you’ll protect me?” She breathes.
“What if someone touches you? Your brother’s not going to like that.”
“Maybe not, but I only care about you.”
My gaze doesn’t shift from the hot little number sitting before me, as she crosses her long, bare legs.
“My brother isn’t my keeper.” She answers in a low breathy tone.
“How about if I touch you?”
My hot palm smooths up her crossed leg, inching slowly under her dress, causing her to tense up.
“If you want to…?”
“Someone needs to keep you in line.”
“You think you’re up to the task…?”
Gripping her thigh with a light squeeze, I answer her, my lips just a millimetre away from hers.
“I know it.”
The tip of our noses brushes together softly…
“He’s just protective.”
“A little too protective.” She replies dryly.
“You can never be too protective…”
“Well, that’s a li…” Covering her full glossy lips, with the pad of my index finger, I shush her before she can finish her sentence, she pouts.
“Don’t.” I force out. I don’t need that memory threatening to rise to the surface. “You need to go. Before I can’t stop myself and I fuck you over that desk, and hope your brother doesn’t come looking for me.”
Uncrossing her legs, she drops her foot to the floor, leaving her knees just an inch apart.
“Stefano? Don’t turn me away, please? You dragged me in here, you can do whatever you want with me.” She answers shamelessly and pushes up from the chair. Brushing her tits against my chest, even with heels on, she only just reaches my chin. There’s stubbornness and defiance showing on her beautiful face and I can’t help but smirk. Her palms travel down my shirt, towards the waistband of my trousers. Her eyes are seemingly innocent and bewildering, but I know better. My hand covers hers, stopping it’s journey.
“What if I wanted you to beg?”
Working my fingers around the back of her neck, they tangle in to her long thick hair. I catch it in my fists, before tilting her head backwards. Her sharp gasps turn me on. I can’t wait any longer and my lips cover hers in a rough kiss. Spearing my tongue into her hot mouth and not waiting for any kind of acceptance. As she pulls me closer, wrapping her fingers over the edges of the lapels of my suit jacket.
“Then I’ll beg…” She gasps pulling away briefly, causing my already hardening dick to take notice.
“Anyone touches you out there I’ll kill them, do you understand?” She nods. “Go back to your friends before Angelo realises you’ve gone and he can’t see you anywhere. He’s watching the cameras, even more so now you’re here.”
“Then why did you make me come in here, Stefano. You can’t do this to me, it’s not fair.”<
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“Because I can.” I reply simply and abruptly. “You’re playing with fire, little girl... I think you forget I can do whatever I want, when I want.”
She steps back from me and wipes her mouth, a smirk lingering on her lips…
“I’ll be sure to put your flames out.” She throws me a wink and blows a kiss. “You maybe King of the castle here Stefano Di Marco, but you’re not the boss of me.”
She flicks her long hair around, “Maybe it’s you who should play by the rules…” Laura exclaims as I grab her arm again spinning her back to face me, before she disappears through the door and pull her back up against my body.
“I never play by the rules, that includes with you.”
Licking her lips with a wink, she turns away with a smirk playing on her lips.
“Laura?” She looks back over her shoulder, “Be good.”
She leaves the room pulling the door closed behind her.
My hand palms my now rock-solid dick in my pants, trying to calm it down, before I go back upstairs. Pouring a scotch from my mini bar, I sit in my chair and neck the amber liquid. Savouring the taste as it burns, trying to forget her touch, but with talk of my sister, I try to not let her memory drown me at the same time.
I press a button, as I sit at my desk to click the view to where I want it. Then I see her as she walks back through the corridor and through the doors to the main room. My dick is still throbbing at the thought of having the fiery brunette beneath my palms.
Picking up the phone, I tell Roberto I want Laura and her group of friends moved upstairs to the VIP lounge. The blacked-out window of my office overlooks the bar and dancefloor; I watch closely as Roberto finds her and leads her away just like I’ve asked.
Chapter Three
Laura
“I told you we’d get in tonight.” I brag.
On entering the VIP room, I look around at the plush seats, the well-lit bar, and the whole extravagance of it all. My friends stand with their mouths gaping open in shock.
“Are we really supposed to be up here?” My friend Emily asks.
“You can only get up here by invitation, I knew Stefano would let us stay… I’ve got charms, girl.”
Roberto leads us to a table and calls over a waiter.
“Get the ladies anything they want.”
The waiter nods and I give Roberto a thankful and friendly smile. Emily doesn’t take her eyes from the waiter and although he’s cute, he has nothing on Stefano. The way he pinned me against his office wall, his dominance… I’m getting hot and bothered, just thinking about him.
Sat in the soft, plush, high backed winged chairs, I feel almost like royalty. My friends sit around the table, as the waiter approaches us with a bottle of champagne in a bucket and five glasses on a tray. Placing them down on the table, he pops the cork, quickly pouring the overflowing liquid. A woman brings some strawberries over, then leaves us.
“Ladies, enjoy.”
The good-looking waiter straightens up and walks away with his tray.
Picking up the champagne, filled flute I take a sip, the dryness of it hitting the back of my throat. Picking up the largest strawberry, I place it at my lips and suck - the sweet taste instantly replacing the dryness of the alcohol. My roaming gaze lands on the different kinds of people in here. I’ve never been here in Stefano’s club, I thought he’d kick me out, but he did the opposite. Angelo though, is a different matter; I know I’m in for it when he sees me at home.
Stefano Di Marco has been my obsession since I was fifteen. I know I’m too young for him and he’s my brother’s friend, but I have something more. I share a bond with Stefano, I was his sisters best friend.
I’m not that stupid to think he’ll just give everything up for me. I don’t even think he’s capable of a relationship, but for just those few minutes earlier on, there was no confusion in my mind. He wanted me.
Boys never really interested me, after all, I have four brothers. From the age of twelve, they were telling me I couldn’t have a boyfriend. Or even go on dates until I was at least twenty-one. There was only one I was really friends with and that was Stefano. When he turned sixteen though, he changed. He wasn’t as approachable. We used to laugh and joke all the time, but that just fizzled out. I thought that maybe it was me, but Angelo said it was something to do with family stuff. I knew what that meant, so I knew not to ask. His dad scared me a little, he wasn’t really that tall, considering he was Italian, but he always looked angry.
I look around my friends. Jennah, Denni, Emily, Susie, and Maria and smile, before a moment of sadness pulls at me. One person is missing from the group - the one person that should be here. My best friend.
“Hey, smile. It’s your birthday. We’re in an amazing club, with some fuck, hot men,” says Jen.
“I know, I’m sorry. I just miss her.”
“We all do…” her eyes scan around the room. “I didn’t realise her brother was that hot though,” she winks.
“The fuck he is. Keep your fucking hands to yourself.” My lips twitch, as I try to hold back a smile. Grabbing the champagne from the ice bucket, I pour us all some more until I’ve drained every drop. I raise my hand to grab the attention of the cute waiter and he comes right over with his tray.
“Miss?”
“Could I get another bottle please?” Before answering, his eyes find someone else’s, before turning them back to me and taking away the empty bottle and ice bucket.
“Right then girls.” says Jennah, raising her glass. “To my bitch, Laura, happy birthday. To our friend Christina, rest in peace babe. I can’t believe it’s been two years.”
“Laura and Christina.”
My eyes close instantly as her name is mentioned in a toast. I remember every detail of that day, but I refuse to let my mind go there tonight. Tonight, is a celebration.
As I look around the VIP room, there’s a mix of people, old, young. Couples, singles. Women that look way too young and pretty to be with an old man. Darting my eyes away - the crowd parts and I see Stefano standing at the corner of the bar. I attempt to smile, but he has a serious look on his face, making the smile drop from mine. He always looks so stern.
The waiter comes back with a new bottle of champers and another bucket, popping the cork again, he tops up our glasses.
“Thank you.” Jennah says sweetly and flirty. He smirks, but quickly moves away.
“Cheers girls and thanks for coming with me tonight.”
I try to ignore Stefano’s gaze burning into my flesh, while he stands at the edge of the bar, but it’s so hard. I have to admit I like it.
Oh, to have Stefano Di Marco burn his ownership onto me would be heaven.
Chapter Four
Stefano
Is it wrong to want her like I do? I’m not a good man. She doesn’t know what I'm into, or what I’m involved in. If she knew what kind of business I run, she'd probably hate the fucking sight of me. My eyes catch the sexy sight of her as she flicks her hair around. The way she innocently bites on her bottom lip, her full, red lips sitting at the champagne flute ready to take a sip. Fuck me… I'd love those luscious lips wrapped around the head of my cock, sucking like she needs it to breathe.
Fuck. She’s the same age as my sister would’ve been…
There was only a day between their birthdays - they did everything together. It broke her as much as it broke me to lose her. Seeing Laura celebrate now - she should be there. Christina should be here.
“Josh. Same again. Make it a large one.” Pushing the glass towards him, he takes it.
“You got it boss.” He pours me another scotch from the optics, putting a serviette on the bar, then placing my short tumbler on it. Lifting the glass to my lips and tipping back the glass, I swallow down some of the amber liquid. Letting it smoothly slip down the back of my throat, extinguishing the memory of my sister for the time being.
A tap on my shoulder drags my attention away from Laura. I glance over my shoulder to see a
tall blonde.
“A good-looking man like you, shouldn't be standing here all on your own and drinking by yourself,” she purrs. Stroking her hand down my arm as she pushes herself into me. Her big tits rubbing against me, trying to create some friction. She prowls around to the front of me, my eyes tracing down the length of her body. She’s almost as tall as me with her stilettos on.
“Can I get you a drink...?” I ask politely.
“Why not. Brandy please.”
“How would you like it?
“On the rocks.” Her eyes smoulder, as she looks at me.
“A woman who knows what she likes…”
Taking a step closer to me, the tips of her fingers clutch my jacket lapels, running her fingers down until she reaches the bottom. Josh comes over after I give him the nod. Ordering our drinks, he walks away. I turn my head back to the blonde in front of me, and rest my weight on the marble finished bar. She shifts her hand until it’s dangerously close to the zip on my trousers. Removing it, I place it on the bar out of the way, as Josh returns and places our drinks down in front of us. I pass the mystery woman her brandy.
“Oh, I definitely know what I like and want. So, who can I thank for the drink? Do you have a name?” Her voice has an edge to it. She has an accent. She’s definitely not from London.
“You mean, you don’t know who I am?”
“That’s a little arrogant, but I like that…” she breathes against my face, before leaning back. “I’m fairly new around these parts, but I’ll admit, I’ve definitely seen you around. I wouldn’t forget a handsome face like yours.”
I pick up my whiskey as she picks up her brandy at the same time, touching glasses making them clink.
“I’m Stefano Di Marco.”
It doesn’t get past me that the flush she was wearing has paled a little, but she soon recovers.
“I’ve heard of you, but I didn’t realise that the Stefano Di Marco was quite so handsome. I expected you to be older if I’m honest.”
Her lids drop half-mast, covering the blue of her eyes. Laughter filters back to me making my head turn, but it’s not Laura’s laughter, it’s her friends. Laura is watching my encounter and is staring at me. Her glare burning a hole into the woman’s back. Dragging my reluctant gaze away from her, I look back in front of me.
