by Sienna Snow
She gazed up at me with a wicked smirk, swirling her tongue over the bulbous head of my shaft.
How could I forget how much she loved to suck me off? It was the one area where she demanded to be in charge. I could tie her, bind her, and chain her but the second her lips wrapped around my cock, I was a goner, letting her control the show.
She held the base, pumping up and down, as her tongue dipped into the slit on the top of my shaft. My back bowed from the delicious sensation, and I lifted my hips to guide her in the rhythm I wanted.
She ignored my silent demands and jerked my dick to her torturous pace while her tongue followed the thick vein running the underside of my length.
“Christ.”
The sensations were incredible, something I could definitely get used to waking up to every morning.
She was a goddess, gorgeous without a stitch of makeup, beyond anything I could ever imagine. And her body was meant for a hard fucking, toned muscles and soft skin and an appetite for sex that matched my own.
“Mmm,” she hummed as she bobbed up and down.
The smell of sex permeated the room, making my cock grow harder.
She rocked her body back and forth with the movement of her head, telling me she was as aroused as I was and was trying to use her fingers of her left hand to give herself some relief.
I could almost taste the sweet honey pooling between her legs and dripping down her thighs.
“Turn around and bring that pussy here. I want to eat your cunt while you suck me off.” I tried to shift her, but her grip on my dick tightened, making me hiss.
“Shh. I’m busy. I’m in charge now.” She took me to the back of her throat.
My eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head as she did that swallowing thing no other woman had been able to master. How the hell she didn’t choke was something I had yet to figure out.
I bucked up, unable to control my reaction, and fisted the tresses tangled in my fingers. This was heaven and hell all tied in one.
I heard a mewled moan from her as she pressed her thighs together and continued her delicious torture. Next time, I’d tie her to the bed and wake her with my mouth between her legs.
A tingle shot up my spine, the telltale sign I was about to lose control.
“Slow down, or I’m going to come.”
She pulled off in a wet slurp and said, “That’s the point,” before she took me deep again.
She continued to work me hard with her mouth, her hand, her tongue until all thoughts disappeared, my balls drew up in an almost painful spasm, and my cock grew harder.
I clenched my eyes as my orgasm took over and I lost control. I pummeled her mouth, pumping hard and fast, unable to hold back.
“Fuck. Amelia,” I gritted out, coming in thick, hard spurts, and holding her down onto my cock until she took every last drop of my cum.
Once I could function again, I loosened my hold on her hair and Amelia released my cock, dropping to her side and resting her head on my thigh.
“Come here.”
She lazily crawled up my body. I cupped her beautiful face, drawing her swollen lips to mine. Tasting myself on her lips gave me a heady sense of ownership, and the way she was staring at me when I pulled back said she felt it too.
I opened my arms, and she immediately settled against my body. She pressed her palm to my chest.
“That was hot. I love it when you lose control.” There was smugness in her voice.
“Proud of yourself, are you?” I stroked her back.
“Absolutely.”
“Now spread those legs,” I ordered, sliding my palm between her desire-soaked thighs.
She gasped as I grazed her swollen pussy lips. “This was about you.”
“It’s still about me.” I pushed a finger into her heat, circling it upward until I heard her breath hitch. “I want your orgasm. I want to feel how your cunt ached as you took my cock deep.”
My thumb circled her straining clit as I pumped in and out, adding a second finger.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she chanted.
Her back arched, and her fingers dug into my arm. The flush in her cheeks deepened, and she bit her just-fucked lips, making my cock twitch from its semi-comatose state.
“More, Pierce. I need more.”
“Say it. What do you need?”
“Bite me, pinch me, something. I need it. You’re the only one who can give it to me.”
That did it. My cock was hard again. She trusted me with her darkest desires. Her need to float. Her need for the edge of pain mixed with her pleasure.
I repositioned my fingers, thrusting into her sopping pussy as I pinched her distended clit, holding on for a few seconds and releasing the moment I felt the clamping of her glorious cunt.
She screamed my name, bucking and writhing as her nails scored my skin.
I held in my wince and reveled in her gorgeous face and body as she lost herself in her orgasm.
Watching her come apart would never get old.
When the last of her spasms ceased, she went limp, eyes dilated and breath ragged.
I withdrew from her swollen pussy, licking her juices from my fingers, and tucked her to me, trying very hard to ignore the raging hard-on wanting me to flip her over and fuck her raw.
Cupping her head, I kissed her temple. “Rest, baby.”
“Good idea.” She yawned. “I think I’m going to take a nap. Then we can order room service. They have the best pancakes…” She trailed off.
I studied her and realized she was fast asleep. The woman could fall asleep faster than anyone I knew.
Some things never changed. Then again, she needed her rest. This wasn’t the first intense orgasm I’d wrung out of her in the last ten hours. I’d taken her four times last night.
I could have sworn I’d worn her out, but it looked as if she was as sex-starved as I was. And her uninhibited need for the tinge of pain was a heady mix for the sadist in me.
Especially tying her down and watching her eyes glaze over right before she completely let go was something I would never get tired of seeing.
Even after the intensity of the scene at the club, the second we’d arrived at her penthouse, we were like animals in heat. I’d bound her, spanked her, fucked her, owned her. She’d given me absolute control, trusted me in a way I’d thought I’d only imagined in my memories.
Had she been like this with Thanos? My research told me Stavros Thanos had been an international playboy with a plethora of beauties on his arm after his first wife had died. The European press liked to say the young American had tamed him, turning him into a family man. The idea made me clench my teeth.
God, what was wrong with me? I was angry at a dead man.
Focus on the woman in your arms, asshole, and not the past.
Amelia shifted, snuggling against my side, and whispered, “I love the way you smell. I missed you so much.”
Her words had my heart clenching. I set my hand over the trident on her hip. She’d marked herself to remember me.
Why couldn’t she have trusted me? I would have given up everything to be with her. She was the one person who’d been mine, who calmed the anger I’d felt at Collin and even my own mother for allowing the shit I’d had to go through.
The one thing the tabloids had gotten right was Amelia’s effect on me. A few words from her or a simple touch and things settled inside.
When she’d left, I’d all but imploded. Nothing anyone could say or do could have kept me from all the reckless things I’d jumped headlong into, from nonstop parties to sportscar races to base-jumping while drunk. If it hadn’t been for my brothers, especially Hagen, I would have probably killed myself with my antics.
Hagen had gone as far as locking me in a rehab facility with his fellow mafia enforcers as guards to get me sober. When I’d come out, I’d learned to channel all my rage and need for control into business and the kink clubs. The clubs specifically gave me an outlet for the desires and emotions I’d discovered
with Amelia, especially the years of training under well-respected Dominants.
I wasn’t going to lie to myself and pretend the old feelings weren’t resurfacing. I’d never gotten over her, no matter how many women I’d taken as my submissives or fucked.
God. How was I going to handle it if she left me again? She’s not yours to keep, asshole.
The only way to ensure she stayed was to get her pregnant. Then I’d have her and both of our children. But her getting pregnant again was a long shot. I’d read the medical reports Adrian had managed to uncover. The trauma of a thirty-six-hour delivery and the emergency caesarean section had left her uterus in a fragile state.
The one thing I could say without a doubt was that she had integrity. She could have hidden her possible inability to have another child from me. Instead she set all the chips on the table.
I knew if I had been in her shoes, I’d probably let me think we could have a child together and then leave when it didn’t happen. But then again, I was an asshole.
Maybe I had some of Collin in me, after all.
No, that wasn’t fair.
Collin had been the victim of so much betrayal. Hell, we both had. We’d both learned in the most painful way that the women we loved betrayed us.
I never in a million years thought I’d have sympathy for the man who’d thrown me out as an eighteen-year-old. The man who’d forced me to find my way in a vicious sporting world. He’d done it all to protect us. And the little girl I’d grown up around but never knew was my sister.
Thinking back on my childhood, I can still remember how Anaya had wrapped all of us around her finger, getting us to have tea parties when she would visit us with Lena Anthony and Henna. She looked so much like us, and I never saw it. I always assumed the reason her skin tone was so fair compared to her sister’s was because of her North Indian grandparents, not because she was biracial.
Now everything made so much more sense. The way Mama would stare at Anaya and the cold formality between Lena Anthony and Mama.
Maybe it was better that I hadn’t known of Christopher’s existence. I couldn’t image what it must have been like for Mama to see Anaya and not being able to love her as a mother could. Or what it was like to see her friend be the mother she should have been. Hell, what was it like for Lena, raising a child who wasn’t her own from a man who betrayed her with one of her closest friends?
I wanted to hold on to my hate for Collin so much. He’d done horrible things, but it was all to protect his family from Draco Jackson.
The sad part of the whole situation was that I couldn’t fault Draco’s role in this. He’d handled losing millions to Victor Anthony’s schemes a lot better than he could have. He was a mobster and reacted like any boss of an organized crime syndicate would. He’d wanted compensation for his losses, and instead of putting out a hit on everyone involved, he wanted Anaya as payment.
If Collin hadn’t hidden Lena and her girls, my life would have been drastically different, my brothers’ lives would have been different. However, because of the choices Collin made, he’d had to sacrifice his own family as payment.
Amelia murmured something in her sleep, bringing me back to the present.
My arms tightened around her. What the hell was wrong with me? I had the woman of my dreams wrapped around me. This was all I’d thought about for years.
A yawn escaped my lips as I settled more comfortably onto my back. My future was in my arms. Whether she believed it or not, everything else would sort itself out in time.
Chapter Fourteen
Amelia
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I arrived at Ida a little past four in the afternoon. The plan was to have drinks with Penny and the girls. This was the first break I’d allowed myself since the night I’d ventured into Pierce’s club.
Coordinating a fight while overseeing Thanos International took more of my time than I wanted it to, leaving little time outside of my nights with Pierce for anything personal.
Celebrating Henna’s baby sister Anaya’s admission to an international law summer study program in Geneva gave me the perfect excuse to put work aside for one evening. Especially since none of the girls would ever let me hear the end of it if I skipped out on them.
It was something the college sophomore had vied for since before she started school at the University of Nevada. It was an extremely prestigious program that took less than point five percent of the forty or so thousand people who applied.
“Welcome, Mrs. Thanos. Ms. Kipos asked me to take you to the botanical gardens. She’s in a conference with the horticulturist and will meet you by the orchids.”
“Thank you. I know the way. I’ll head over there.” I stepped out of the car and took the ticket the attendant gave me.
I made my way into the opulent hotel. This definitely was the crown in the Lykaios brothers’ hotel empire. It was also an opinion I planned to keep to myself. From what I’d deciphered, the brothers liked to one-up each other on who had the best property. It was a game of sorts, where all of them ended up winning since all of their businesses were joint ventures.
It had been such a short time since this thing between Pierce and me started, and it felt like my life was drastically different.
I knew outwardly I was the same woman, but inside I had this need to be with him, to feel his touch, to let him command me and give me the pain-laced pleasure I only trusted him to wield. He was like a drug, and I couldn’t wait to get my next fix. This need for him scared me to death. It had taken me so long to get over him the first time. How was I going to handle it when we ended again?
And it would end. What kind of relationship could we have? He’d essentially blackmailed me into sleeping with him again.
Who was I kidding? I’d walked into my affair with open eyes. Pierce would never hurt Christopher by exposing the truth. Hell, he’d given me an out that first night at the club.
Our relationship wasn’t all about sex. We seemed to have fallen back into the pattern of talking for hours, sharing stories, and discussing things on our minds. It was easy and effortless. He’d respected my opinion when I gave him pointers on ways to guide Hugo’s training without coming off as overbearing.
It felt like we were in a real relationship. Not one that had an expiration date. But even if I wanted to stay, I had responsibilities to Thanos International that required me to be back in Greece.
I tucked a stray hair behind my ear, adjusting my purse on my shoulder before taking a pathway leading to the internationally renowned botanical gardens.
I shook my head. Hagen had wanted Penny so much that he’d built a resort wrapped around all of the things his Starlight loved.
And Penny loved plants. The woman was obsessed to the point of putting herself in danger to get the right species of Elderflower for her unique whiskey concoctions. The lengths she’d gone to for her experiments had given me heart palpitations over the years. Thankfully, the crazy woman had agreed to let a few of my friends who were agents for various security and spy organizations around the world to become her protection detail whenever they weren’t on assignment and she got the urge to traipse across the world for her unique plants.
I wouldn’t lie and say I wasn’t glad the burden of worrying about her had now passed to Hagen. He would make sure she was protected, whether Penny wanted it or not. One didn’t grow up as a mob enforcer without understanding the need for security or making sure all those one loved were protected from danger. I wouldn’t say Penny was helpless. She was a badass when it came to her safety. My friends and I had made sure Penny was versed in the latest and greatest self-defense methods, much to Hagen’s dismay.
I smirked. My best friend was probably giving the gorgeous, brooding man gray hairs.
I approached the doors to the area housing the gardens and a well-dressed guard with a bright smile opened the door and said, “Welcome.”
I returned his greeting and made my way to the orchid sanctuary. I inhaled deeply, taking in th
e fragrant scents of all the flowers. No matter how much I wanted to deny Penny’s saying that a beautiful garden could relax the soul, it was true. There was a sense of peace here.
I found a bench, set my purse down, and crossed my legs, leaning back. I studied all the various labeled plants and then caught sight of a flower named Starlight Sunburst. It was some kind of hybrid of an orchid and gardenia. It was in its own habitat so it wouldn’t cross-pollinate into any of the plants that were sectioned based on various regions of the world.
God, what would it be like to have a man love me so much to have plants imported that had my name?
A pang of guilt hit me. Stavros had done so much for me by giving me a life I could never have imagined. And Pierce… He had loved me so much that it destroyed him when I’d left.
I pinched the bridge of my nose. I couldn’t live in the past. I had to focus on what was happening now, which was complicated enough. In addition to being lovers and parents, we were competitors in one of the biggest title fights ever organized. The latter part was actually the easiest of all of our entanglements. Business and personal seemed never to cross. When we were alone, there was no Thanos Sports or Lykaios Promotions.
“May I take a seat?” I heard someone ask from my side.
I looked up to find an older Japanese man. His face was weathered and body slim, but he carried himself as a man with a strong will and stamina.
“Of course.” I gestured to the empty space near me.
He sat down, stretching his legs out. He nodded toward two young men in suits, who immediately bowed and moved away, but at a distance they could keep an eye on the elderly man. Then I noticed a few other men walking casually but into position as if they were ready to protect their charge at the slightest hint of worry.
At the same time, I noticed my security move into place in a warning to the other men that I had my own protection.
I turned my attention to the man next to me, studying him. His hands were covered in tattoos, many of them in designs I’d seen in various Asian artifacts. That was when it hit me. Was this Draco Jackson, the mobster? I knew the man kept an eye on Hagen and Penny, but what could he want to talk to me about? Yes, I was friends with Lana Kimura, his granddaughter, but that was a friendship developed through Penny, and very few people knew about it.
