A Dangerous Game

by Sienna Grant

  Sitting down, I set my elbows on my knees and lean on them, threading my fingers through my hair, my mind going a million miles an hour. I get back up and pace in front of the fire, I need to do something. I’m antsy and can’t sit still.

  Picking up my phone, I open my contacts and press call, looking at my watch at the same time. It’s only ten-thirty pm.

  “Hi.” Her soft voice filters down the phone to me, instantly putting me at rest.

  “Hey. I’m sending a car over to get you.”

  “Now?”

  “Yeah now.”

  “What will I tell mum?”

  “You’ll think of something I’m sure. Just make it quick. I want to see you.”

  I click the reject button and put it back on the table.

  Having to wait around doesn’t help with my patience at all. Lifting the small tumbler to my lips, I take a long sip letting the Whisky soothe me. Taking away the tense feeling that’s running rampant through my body. I usually favour Brandy to Whisky, but it’s nice to change it up sometimes.

  A knock at the door grabs my attention.

  “Boss, your visitor has arrived.” Nodding at Logan, I put down my glass on the table, push my hands into my trouser pockets and wait to greet her. Logan shows Laura into the room and waits.

  “That’ll be all Logan, thanks.” Nodding he pulls the door shut behind him, leaving us alone.

  She walks further into the room, stroking her hand along the leather of the couch.

  “You called, Mr Di Marco?”

  I take slow, calculated steps towards her, ignoring her sarcasm. Our heated gazes don’t shift from each other, until I make slow, controlled movements and I’m standing in front of her. Raising her chin, she tips her head back to look up at me.

  Cupping the back of her neck I tug her against me, my head dipping to capture her lips with mine. She opens her mouth instantly in a gasp, as my other hand caresses her cheek, while our lips move against each other. She pushes her hands inside my open shirt, sliding her palms up and down my sides. Before directing them up my chest to my collar bone and nudges my shirt over my shoulders and slides it down my arms. She pulls away from me and unbuttoning each of the cuffs, she drags my shirt off and flings it over the back of the couch.

  “Is there a reason why you’ve got me here tonight, Stefano?”

  “I do everything for reason, you know that.”

  I walk a few steps backwards and pick up my whisky taking a sip, my eyes closing as it go down. Laura takes the glass from me and takes a small sip. She cringes as it goes down, causing me to smirk. She puts it back on the table, pausing for a second to long. Following her line of sight, I realise she’s seen my gun.

  “Laura?”

  She turns back to me, “I always knew there was something different about your family.” She places a soft kiss to the bare skin of my chest. “About you…”

  Closing my eyes at the feel of her lips on my skin. Circling me slowly, she trails a path of kisses across my back, until coming back around to the front. She steps closer still, tugging me down towards her. Placing her lips on mine, her hands framing my face. My impatience to have her where I want her has amped up a notch. I bend slightly at the knees and clutch the backs of her thighs lifting her up, until she’s wrapping her legs around my waist.

  Striding towards the door with her in my arms, I yank it open. Taking the stairs two at a time, in a rush to get where I need to be. I don’t mention my gun or the fact that she had an inkling about what we are. Instead I take control of the situation.

  I hurry through the door of the bedroom, dragging her vest top up her slender body and over her head. Flinging it to the floor, I then push her leggings down over her arse cheeks. While she drags her legs out and kicks them off to the side. She stands shameless before me, in her pink lacy underwear.

  My already hardened cock twitching with excitement as I focus on her breasts. I reach out cupping them in my hands over her bra, squeezing and massaging. Her head dropping back on a gasp. I reach around her back and undo the clasp, pulling the straps down her arms, until I’m flinging that to the floor too. Dipping my head into her neck, the tip of my tongue makes contact with her warm skin. I lick up her neck from the dip in her collarbone, right the way up to her chin. Then making my way around with my lips, kissing, nibbling, and sucking, making her groan with pleasure.

  “I need this Laura, and I know you do too.”

  “Yes.” She breathes.

  The gentleman side of me wants to wait for acceptance, but the bastard part of me knows we both need this. I’ve given up fighting against what I want. Now I’m just going for it. If she didn’t want this, she wouldn’t be here at all.

  Guiding her head back to me, I take her lips again. Her fingers nimbly unfastening my trousers and letting them drop to the floor. While I step out of them, I carry on kissing her. Devouring her, lapping up every part of her beautiful mouth, making it mine. Moving her backwards, the bed stops our journey as it hits the back of her knees, making her drop down. I crawl over her as she pushes herself further back, while I kiss and lick down her body. There’s still bruising around her ribs and stomach. I close my eyes to it, because I’ll just get angry again and she doesn’t need that.

  “Oh god Stefano.”

  Grinning, I carry on my journey until I reach her skimpy knickers. Using my teeth, I drag the string from the one side and hold the other side in my fist. Yanking them with my teeth and snapping the elastic. I push it to the other side to her knee so it’s out of my way. My finger travel down until they come in contact with her throbbing clit. Which is begging to be touched, then slide them into her opening, pushing in gently to my knuckle. She’s soaking wet already. I push in and out of her, as her legs part wider, giving me more access. Circling her clit with my thumb, and pressing down until she’s panting and crying out. Squirming from the power I have over her. My dick rubs against her thigh wanting attention, but I’m not so arrogant that I don’t treat my women well. I’m not a selfish man.

  Pulling up to sit back on my knees, I bend her legs, she lifts her head a fraction our eyes meeting. I smile and dipping my head, I part her legs even further, before flattening my tongue against her pussy. Licking from one end and up to her clit, circling the tip of my tongue and sucking it between my lips.

  “Oh fuck.”

  Smiling at her foul mouth and releasing her clit, I swap my tongue for my thumb. I add pressure, by pressing down, then pinch it between my fingers. While spearing my tongue into her opening. I lap up the wetness, while she grips onto my hair, thrusting her pussy forward and crying out as she comes. I lap up her juices, as she writhes around, trying to push my head away, feeling hypersensitive now.

  With a smug grin, I lift my head and sit up on my knees. Taking my dick in hand and stroking it above her.

  “Are you a virgin. Laura?”

  She shakes her head. I’m not sure how I feel about that. My jaw tenses in aggravation, as I push back that thought for later…

  “I take it you’re on the pill?”

  She nods, her eyes not shifting from the way I’m working my cock in front of her.

  “Good, because I don’t want anything between us when I fuck you.”

  She bites down on her lip as I tug her towards me. I push all the way in, until I’m balls deep inside her. Her cunt strangling my dick.

  “Fuck you’re so tight, but it feels good.”

  Pulling almost all the way out I push back in as she shouts.

  “Oh, fuck me Stefano. I need you to fuck me.”

  “I fucking love your dirty mouth. Hold on.”

  I grip her hips in my hands, as I thrust forward so hard, my balls slap against her arse. Building up a steady rhythm, Laura cries out on every plunge, while I drive my dick in and out of her. Until finally, I feel her legs stiffening and her walls tightening around me, as my balls draw up. My dick gets harder still as I slam inside her. Laura let’s go, coming around my dick, as I come shooting
my release inside her.

  “Fuck. Angel.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Laura

  Placing my legs down at either side of him, he crouches over me, placing his forehead on my belly. I comb my fingers through his hair, enjoying our closeness.

  “Stefano?”

  “Hmmm.” He hums, his breathing slowing to a normal pace.

  “Kiss me?”

  He lifts his head, his eyes fixed on mine. He moves up my body, resting his lips on mine and pushing his tongue into my wanton mouth. Our tongues slide together, as he consumes me greedily like I’m his next meal. By the time he breaks our connection, I’m hot for him again.

  He slides out of me, then kisses my lips quickly again, before getting up off the bed. He turns from me and walks into his en suite bathroom, leaving the door open. I hear the water turn on and Stefano strides back in confidently. With a knee on the bed, he picks me up and carries me into the spacious bathroom. He then places me down at the door of the shower.

  I feel the slight sting as his open palm meets my arse cheek.

  “Get in.”

  I glance back over my shoulder smiling. He follows me in, sliding the door across, his shower suite is more than big enough for two. The big rainfall shower head stands above us and the jets that are situated in the grey tiles, are pumping out water from every angle. The water pours down over us, as Stefano’s hands slip and slide over my body. He turns me around so my back is against his toned body. His thick forearm sliding around my chest, with his hand cupping my bicep, holding me tight.

  He sets his lips against the top of my head and places us directly under the spray. His other hand holds my breast, rubbing the pad of his thumb over my hardened nipples. Causing a spark in my abdomen, my clit is throbbing again. I push my arse up against him and his dick rubs against my back. Releasing me he squirts some shower gel into the sponge and gently works it in, creating a smooth lather and squeezing the soapy water over my body. I watch the trail of water work its way down my body, in between my boobs, until its running into my neatly trimmed mound. Following the path with his palm, he runs it down my body until he’s cupping me, sliding a finger inside of me. He rubs the sponge over me with his other hand, soaping me up. Washing has never felt so good.

  Reaching behind me, I take his erection in my hand and glide it up and down.

  “Oh, fuck yeah Laura. Just like that.”

  Squeezing the head slightly as I bring my hand up, I push back down and pull back up. He adds another finger inside me, finger fucking me until I’m shouting out again. Before my orgasm can tear through me. He’s whipping me around to face him and picking me up, setting me against the tile. Without warning, he lines himself up with my opening and shoves himself inside of me. His tongue seeking entrance into my mouth, while I suck on it, making him groan as he fucks me again. His hands hold me steady or at least try to, but the water makes the tiles slippery. With every thrust he makes; he shoves me further up the wall. Gripping onto his shoulders, his tongue spears into my mouth, matching the way his cock is driving in and out of me.

  “Oh, fuck Stef, I’m gonna come.”

  “Yeah, Angel come over me. Now.” His demands send me soaring, as I let go.

  “Ah, fuck yeah. I’m fucking coming.” I suck on his neck as he pounds into me. My back hitting against the wall, until he growls through his release.

  He moves his head, until his forehead is leaning against the tiled wall. I try to move my stiff legs, but I’m stuck. He pulls out slowly and drops my legs gently, until they hit the shower tray. He leans his arm against the wall, putting his weight on it, using his other hand to trace around my face. His thumb brushes along the plumpness of my bottom lip. His tender touches are almost too much to bear, sparking a tear to fill my eye, before it falls over and runs down my cheek.

  “What’s this for, princess?” He wipes it away with his finger as I shrug. His endearment makes me smile… “Tell me. No secrets between us anymore.”

  “I don’t know. Maybe because I never thought I’d be standing here, with you like this. I thought you’d never give in to me.”

  “I don’t want you to cry. Do you hear? It wasn’t a case of never, it was when I gave in. Angelo is going to go crazy when he knows.” He cups my face in his large hands, tilting it back, “But I’m ready for it. You’re mine.” He puts his lips to mine tenderly. “I won’t let you go again, it’s just a little awkward and complicated right now, but we have to grab what we can.”

  “I understand.” He rubs our noses together… “Stefano?”

  “Yeah, Angel?”

  “Have you used that gun?”

  “That’s not for your gorgeous little head to worry about, okay?” He wraps his arms around my head and holds me against his chest for a few tender moments. “Come on, let’s get washed up.”

  He squirts some more shower gel into the sponge and washes me, swapping the sponge for his lips every now and then. Kissing me, soothing me.

  I step out into a towel, that Stefano is holding up for me and he leads us to the bed. He pulls back the duvet and silently orders me to get in. He drops his towel, rubbing his hair up again and follows me in, pulling me into his arms and snuggling with me.

  Whoever would’ve thought the mighty Stefano Di Marco, would snuggle.

  I get my head comfy on his chest and I’m soon drifting into a deep sleep. In the arms of the only man, I’ll probably ever love.

  Yes, I said that. I'm in love with Stefano Di Marco. I know he’s dangerous, but there’s no doubt in my mind.

  My alarm goes off at six am. I slide from out of his hold and quietly get dressed. I order a taxi from the app on my phone and slip my feet into my shoes.

  Leaning over Stefano’s sleeping form, I kiss his lips softly. Groaning sleepily, he mumbles...

  “Where are you going?”

  “I have college, but I have to go home to get my stuff first.”

  “Get one of the security to take you back.”

  “It’s fine, I’ve got a taxi booked.”

  He opens one eye squinting. “No. Ethan or Logan will take you back.”

  “No, I have a taxi coming. It’ll be here anytime now.”

  His arms grab around my waist pulling me to the bed, making me screech as he hovers over me.

  “Are you defying me?”

  “Yep. Stefano, it’s going to look bad if mums up when I get home and sees one of your security detail dropping me off. She’s not stupid, you know that, she doesn’t miss a trick.”

  He gives me a hard kiss, pushing my head into the mattress.

  “Fine. You win, just this once.” He sighs giving in to me, “Text me when you’re back, so I know you made it home safe.”

  “I will, I promise.” My phone beeps with a message. “That’s my taxi, I have to go.” I kiss him again and stand. He watches me walk away and grins. I go into the front room, grabbing my bag, before Ethan opens the front door for me and I jump in the car.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Laura

  It’s been a week since Stefano and I were last together, and I miss him so badly. Things seemed to have quietened down on the Rhys front, thank goodness. The only thing is the girls and I haven’t been out since my birthday and I miss them.

  It took two weeks for my face to go down properly. For all the bruising to fade away and there was no way I was going out looking like that. I’ve started my driving lessons too. I’ve had so much work on at college, to make up for the time I’ve missed. I haven’t had time to party - not that I want to. I’d prefer to be at home. I don’t think I’ll trust that easy, ever again. He never dropped any clues that he could turn against me like that. My friends have been really understanding, they’re good girls and I know I’m lucky to have them.

  I’ve barely seen Stefano since that night. He’s texted me and stuff, phoned me a couple of times, but Angelo hangs around me like a second skin some days…. I’ve had to tell him to back off from me, because he’s
driving me crazy.

  Mum wasn’t happy when Angelo told her about the so-called mugging, she’s gone super protective too. I feel like the walls are closing on me some days; it’s nice to go to college just for some freedom.

  Packing up my bag, I sling the strap over my shoulder and walk out of the room, heading towards the exit. Thank god, this day is over. I’ve had a long day of classes and top it off I have to walk home. Sitting across the road is a black BMW, with two guys sitting in it. It’s weird, because I could have sworn that I saw it this morning too, as I left the house. Ignoring the car, I head towards the exit, following the crowd out of campus.

  I frown as I look up to the sky at the dark clouds that are rolling in. It’s getting dark already. Looking at my watch, I see it’s only four-thirty. I hate winter nights, especially when I have to walk. Mum’s at work and so are all my brothers. Taking my phone from my bag, I send a message to Angelo anyway.

  Any chance of a lift from college?

  I put some kissing emojis on the end, to you know, butter him up a bit.

  No chance. I’m busy.

  Ugh, that’s just like him.

  You’re so selfish. ?? You’re the one who says, no walking home by yourself. You need to make your mind up.

  Live with it. ?? I’m not here to just taxi you around, I’m busy today.

  You’re a dick. So much for protecting me... ??

  Sending him an angry face, I don’t wait for a reply. Instead, I shove my phone into my back pocket and start walking. Picking up my pace, before the rain comes and drowns me.

  I glance around me... I don’t know why, but I feel strange... Have you ever had the feeling you’re being watched, or followed? Well that’s how I feel right now. A feeling in the pit of my gut, tells me to be careful. I pick up my pace a bit, suddenly remembering that car being outside the restaurant that day, when Rhys picked me up.