In the Shadows

VIP Treatment Part 2

I cut him off before I have to listen to any grovelling. The only reason I didn't tell them to get lost a long time ago was that I wanted to see Anna. He's been getting away with murder. I would never normally allow someone to pay me back so slowly, paying me triple the going rate every time he hires out premises and charging his customers handsomely for the privilege of clearing his debt.

"Anna and I are together, it's no longer appropriate. You'll have to find another way to pay back the remaining two hundred thousand you owe me."

Tiffany fidgets, coming to the realisation that her new man is not a self-made man, but a low-level criminal who's up to his eyes in debt to a mafia prince. Harry ignores her, focussing his anger on Anna, whose hand grips my knee tightly.

"You fucking, frigid bitch," he hisses across the table at her, the venom in his tone startling even to me. Before he even blinks, I reach across the table and grab him by the throat, squeezing slightly, enough for him to cough and splutter as his hands scratch at mine, trying to force me to release him.

"Don't you ever, ever, fucking speak to her like that again."

Soft hands wrap around my biceps and drag my attention away from Harry. I let go, reluctantly, and he drops to the floor in a heap, clawing at his neck as though I still have him in my grasp.

"Jesus. What the hell was that?"

Tiffany's eyes dart around the room, but there is nobody here who will help them. This isn't your usual VIP crowd. These are my people, and they're smart enough to not get involved.

"Sorry, sorry," he mutters in his now raspy voice, trying to drag himself back up into his seat. While Tiffany desperately tugs at his arms, I pull Anna into my lap and cup her face. With just a look, I check that she's okay, pressing my forehead to hers. She nods and kisses me fiercely, her hand drifting up to press against my chest and her fingers tangling in my shirt again. My cock hardens instantly as her small hand moves lower, trailing across my abdomen to my waist and every muscle in my stomach twitches at her touch. I grip her ass hard and she gasps, her taut nipples visible through the thin material.

"That was hot," she whispers shyly against my ear before pulling back, her cheeks flushed.

"Anna, this isn't you. Quit the act. You don't even like sex." Harry's eyes narrow at the two of us and I swallow down the rage within me. If we were somewhere else, I'd put a bullet in his head.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I drag my fingers up one leg, from her instep to her inner thigh. The table obscures what I'm doing, but when she jumps in my lap, there's no hiding what's going on.

"Maybe she just doesn't like sex with you, because you don't know how to please a woman," I challenge, holding his eye as I tease her through the thin material, enjoying the way her ass presses into me as she squirms.

Harry scoffs, but his gaze darts to her and then back to me, eyes blazing in indignation. He goes to argue but Anna's muffled moan, as she bites into my shoulder, cuts her off. Her hips lift as I press one finger halfway into her wet, warm pussy. Fuck me, that feels good.

"What the fuck is this? Liam, this is fucked up. I... I..."

He's going to do nothing. He might be an idiot, but he hasn't got a death wish. I hold his furious stare as I push another finger inside her and she clings to me, delicious noises escaping her as I stroke her clit at the same time. My lips and tongue tease her neck while she whispers my name against the thin material of my white shirt.

"She's mine now, Harry. My woman. And if I see your face, even hear your name, near either me or her, I'll end you. I want my money by the end of the year. No excuses. Or I'm coming for you."