Kratos

by T. L Smith

  “Why would you put me through that?” is the first logical thing I could think of to ask her.

  She looks like she’s surprised by my question and takes a long look at me before she answers. “I didn’t mean to put you through anything you arrogant bastard. I was kidnapped and held against my will until we talked. Then we sort of got along, and now he’ll be one of my biggest clients with what he wants.” She brings her legs up and sits on them, like she’s getting ready for a long conversation.

  “Have you never heard of a phone? You know, to call and say... well, I guess, that you are fucking alive? I’ve been going out of mind. I’ve killed many men in search of you, and you sit here like there was... ” I shrug my shoulders and wave my hands around, “no problem? I will kill that bastard for taking you in the first place Eliza, so don’t fuck with me. He is next.”

  “I didn’t tell you to kill anyone or worry about me, I was coming home tonight. Until that Naoko bitch called Giovanni. I knew right away that you worked it out and were coming for me. And as for Giovanni, if you even think of laying a hand or a gun on him, I will personally fuck you up. He’s my friend, and even my ever loving psycho partner will not be allowed to fuck with my friends.”

  “Don’t worry about you? Are you being serious? I’m furious at what just came out of your mouth. I swear to God, if you weren’t pregnant, I would tie you to the bed and spank your ass, so hard, it would be black and blue, then I would not let you orgasm, just to prove to you how pissed off I really am,” I say, pacing back and forth. She can be so selfish. I don’t even comment about Giovanni being her friend. Our problem was her not telling me she was fine. I warned her to never leave me, to never, ever fucking leave me.

  “I might like that,” she says, walking over and touching me. She knows how she can make me weak and she uses it as an advantage. Right now, it’s not working. I need to step away. I just need to step away. Otherwise I will give her what she wants and she will think it’s okay, when this situation is so, not okay. I’m going to be a father to her child and, possibly, one day her husband. She would never be allowed to do this to me, if I was her husband. I would lock her up in the house and never let her leave.

  I step away from her and shut and lock the door on my way out. I can’t be around her. I may just lose my temper and walk away from her. I don’t do this shit! No woman puts me through anything like this. Of course, I chose the one fucking woman that would.

  I must’ve fallen asleep on the sofa, because when I wake up I am very uncomfortable and I feel pressure on my chest. I open my eyes to find Eliza curled around me, her face is pressed into my neck and her hair is tickling my face. She smells divine, and she’s making me hard just by the smell of her. She moans on top of me, obviously in her sleep, because she’s feeling my cock harden. I don’t know how she got out of her room. I want to spank her ass for disobeying me, yet again.

  “Stop thinking,” she mumbles into my neck. I automatically smile at her grumpy morning voice. I pull her close to me and cuddle her tighter. She squirms in my arms and tries to get up. I pull her closer and she whacks my chest.

  “I need to pee! Thanks by the way, for that. Being pregnant sucks,” she grumbles, stands up and runs to the toilet in only my T-shirt. I watch as her sexy ass runs off bare for all to see and I smile. I so fucking love this psycho bitch of a woman. Yes, she drives me beyond crazy, and sometimes I’d like to kill her, but she’s my world. If I killed her, I wouldn’t be too far behind. I would follow her anywhere, even in death.

  I watch as she comes back out, obviously she’s stopped at the kitchen on her way back as she’s eating dried cereal from the packet. She looks at me, smiles and makes me forget why I was even angry with her to begin with. She comes over and sits next to me and throws her feet over my lap. I have a clear view now of somewhere I would rather be. I have a feeling that was her intention by the way her hungry eyes are looking right into mine.

  “I’m going to put my cereal down and lay down. Then, you my dear are going to make me forget we were ever apart... understand me?”

  Fuck she’s demanding and sometimes it pisses me off, but more so than that, it turns me the fuck on. I watch as she places her cereal on the floor, pulls her shirt over her head and lays back down, opening her legs. I was planning on making her wait. That is so not going to happen now that I can see my sanctuary. She wiggles and lifts her hips up eagerly, and all my rational thoughts go out the window as soon as I see how wet she is for me.

  I bend down and place slow kisses up her legs ‘till I get to her thighs. Once I’m right near her pussy, I go back to kissing her thighs and she lets out a scream and grabs hold of my hair, directing me to where she wants me the most. I oblige, because honestly what fucker wouldn’t. I torture her in my own way, by not making her come until I think she’s ready. I lick, I bite, I suck, all just to bring her to the brink and move away ‘till she’s coming back down. I can hear her breathing getting heavier and I know if I don’t let her come soon, she may very well have my balls in her hands and squeeze them ‘till I allow it. But while she’s floating, my plan is to torture her sweet pussy, which I could eat all day, she just tastes so divine.

  I am just about to lift again when she headlocks me so I can’t move.

  “Finish it,” she half screams and pants out at me.

  I do as I’m told and insert a finger and go back to massaging her clit with my tongue. I can feel her walls tightening around my finger, so I insert another one. I lick and finger fuck her ‘till all I can hear is my name being screamed from her lips.

  She sits up and pushes me so she can straddle my hips. She unbuttons my pants and frees my restrained cock. She licks her lips when she sees it and strokes it with her hands. I push her hands away she laughs and climbs up higher, so her legs wrap around my torso. She grabs my cock and positions it at her entrance and slowly slides down on me. I watch as her mouth forms that perfect ‘O’ shape as she impales herself on top of me. She locks her legs around my back and I grab her tight ass and start lifting and fucking her harder. I can’t get enough of her. I feel the need to be buried deeper, to have all of her. I slam her down roughly a few times.

  “Tell me you won’t do it again Princess, or I will stop?”

  She looks at me thinking I’m joking and I pause and hold her hips and don’t let her move. She tries to wiggle to cause some friction, but I’m not allowing it. She may think she’s in charge, but I’m always in control, and I trump her challenge with my control.

  “Tell me now,” I growl at her.

  She pulls a face at me and gives in. “I won’t ever leave you again. I love your arrogant ass. Now shut the fuck up and fuck me,” she says and then I ease off, allowing her to take her own pace. I place my mouth over her neck and then her chest, making my way down to her tits. I take one nipple in my mouth and suck hard and release it with a bite, I hear her yelp in pain and pleasure.

  I can feel her movements slowing down as she rides me, but I’m not done yet, so I run my hands down from her hairline to her sexy ass and slap it, then grab hold and take over. I swing us off the sofa and stand with her legs still wrapped around me, she doesn’t stop moving, so she isn’t done yet and I know I’m not done with her either, I plan to keep on fucking her ‘till either one or both of us see stars.

  I take her to the kitchen and lay her backwards on the counter, with me still inside her. She hasn’t said a word to me, but she hasn’t stopped smiling since she touched my cock. I lift her legs up and place them both over my shoulders, and pull out, so my cock is exactly at her entrance and slam straight into her over and over again while massaging her clit with my free hand.

  “You only want this cock deep inside you, don’t you Princess? This fucking sweet ass pussy is mine, isn’t it Princess?”

  She doesn’t respond straight away and I lift my hand from her sensitive clit.

  “Of course, you fool. Now fucking touch my clit, now!”

  “Tell me first, who owns
your fucking soul.”

  “You, you and only you. You know that, you have since we met.”

  I watch as she grabs hold of both her breasts and starts massaging them. She nears her breaking point and I remove my hand from her clit and slowly insert it in her ass. I finger fuck her ass and watch as she lifts even higher trying to go deeper so I give her what she needs. She screams as I feel her come. I let her ride the wave going slowly ‘till she’s done and then take her fast by burying my cock into her all over again. I can feel my ass tightening and my balls wanting to explode, but I hold off ‘till she’s riding again along with me. And sure enough, she isn’t far behind. I fill her up like madman gone fucking wild. Then I lean over her and suck her neck, like the territorial bastard I fucking am. Marking my woman for all to fucking see.

  I stand in the kitchen making breakfast while she goes and takes a shower. I know I should have waited before I fucked the living shit out of her, but my brain is pretty fucked up, so it doesn’t really listen to any rational thoughts I might have.

  “You fucking bastard! Do you want me to cut your dick off?” I hear screaming coming into the kitchen. I turn around and smile at her.

  “What’s wrong, Princess?”

  “Don’t you fucking, what’s wrong Princess, me. You know what the fuck is wrong, you arrogant bastard. You fucking gave me a love bite. Do I look like I am a fucking teenager, you prick,” she says and grabs the closest thing to her, which is a coffee mug and throws it at my head. I duck just in time for it to miss me and laugh and smile at her again.

  “Oh, you think it’s funny do you? Well, you just wait.” She turns away and I know I have to stop her because this bitch will go crazy on my ass. I race after her up the stairs and see her pulling out her knife. I grab it from her hand, while her back is turned, and she turns around and glares at me.

  “Wouldn’t have been funny if I cut your dick off, now would it... you bastard?” she questions and punches me on the shoulder when she walks passed me.

  I follow her like the lost dog I am without her near me and watch as she takes a seat on the kitchen bench leaning down with her head in her hands.

  I guess now is the time to talk!

  “Just say what you need to say, Stefanos,” she says, not lifting her head.

  “What did he want with you?” She looks at me like I’ve gone mad, but I want to hear what she thinks, because if he lied to her about anything I might actually just go back and kill him.

  “He wanted me dead, for killing his scum bag father, but I explained to him, if he was anything like his father, I would kill and torture him too.” She looks up at me and smiles, like it’s a happy memory and then continues, “Alberto was good though, he hid most of his bad dealings away from Giovanni and only let his druggie son see what he was really like. Once I told him what his father did, he told me to leave. Just as I was about to leave he asked about my business, and we talked. I quite like the man. He’s level headed and thinks before he acts. But, I hear he had another little birdie in his ear, bad mouthing me as well. Can you guess who that slut might be, hunny?”

  She’s pissed again, great!

  Must be this pregnancy and all her rapid mood swings. Yes, she is usually a feisty bitch, but today she’s on a roll. Just as I’m about to tell her about Naoko, Kontos walks through the door. He looks at me, but goes straight to Eliza. You can see the love he has for her, in the way he holds her and the way he and looks at her. I sometimes wish I had a family like that. Though one is on its way, and I will do everything I can to keep them both safe.

  “Krinos, I hear I’m going to be a Pappouli,” Kontos says, referring to the word Grandfather in Greek. Eliza nods her head and stands taller waiting for his say on the matter.

  “No more business dealings, Stefanos and I will handle it from now on.”

  Oh shit! He so did not just say that to her. I watch as her face turns red with rage and she looks over at me. I feel like I should run and hide, because she’s ready to chop off my balls, and no way in hell is that happening. Though she may be a scary little thing and sometimes I may give her an advantage, I always gain the upper hand.

  “Princess, calm down,” I tell her, as she walks closer to me. She throws her arms around my neck and I flinch from the hug. Not what I was expecting at all and I lean in and cuddle her back. She pulls away and kisses me on the lips forcefully invading her sweet mouth with mine. I start to get hard and I feel her smile against my lips and then she pulls away and jabs me, so hard against my jaw, I stumble backwards.

  “That’s for knocking me up, and being happy about it.”

  Fuck! I really must pull my shit together and stop letting her have control. No woman has ever had the slightest bit of control over me, except for her. I stalk toward her and watch, as she stands taller clenching her fists at her side.

  “That, will never happen again, last fucking hit you get Princess. I mean it! Otherwise, I will make sure you carry a truckload of my babies just to piss you off. You understand me?” I lift her chin with my finger and I see the anger flaring in her eyes. I can’t help but smile at how crazy her ass is. But then again, I don’t think my match could be sane.

  “Truckload? Are you out of your ever loving mind? Your lucky there’s even one, don’t threaten me again, because remember, I sleep in the same room as you sweets,” she says with a smirk and turns around to address her father.

  “Father, there is no way you are stopping me. I may be up the duff, but I can still handle business, for a while at least. Don’t try to stop me, because remember, they are my contacts now,” she tells him, in Greek.

  “As soon as you start to show Krinos, they will take that as a weakness. So, for the time being you can, but once I see a bump, no more... Oh, I also have a present for you at home,” he responds in Greek.

  Fuck, I didn’t think he would tell her after he found out she was pregnant.

  “Oh boy,” I say and turn back around to go to the kitchen.

  I hear Kontos telling her what’s waiting for her, and I hear her scream with joy.

  She doesn’t even want to wait for me to finish getting ready. She’s out of the door and into the car with her father so fast you would think he had just brought her a new knife or a gun with how happy it makes her. I end up just grabbing the shirt from last night and race to follow her out the door.

  As soon as we arrive at Kontos’ house I watch as she skips up the steps, all too happy about this situation. She reaches the basement door and looks at me and tells me to wait. I shake my head, no at her, and she shoots me one of her death glares and struts her ass down the stairs. She has on her tight black jeans that sit low on her hips and hug her ass, which makes me want to take her anyway I can, and her black tank top, which shows just the right amount of cleavage for a tease. Her hair is braided to the side like she usually wears it, which makes me want to run my hands through and take it out and watch as it fans her gorgeous face.

  I stand at the top of the stairs and hear Naoko swearing and cussing at Eliza, and I hear Eliza laughing at her. I give them five minutes, before I decide to go down there and see what she’s doing. She doesn’t like an audience, but watching her angry makes me so fucking hard, I can’t think straight.

  Once I reach the bottom of the stairs, I see she has Naoko laid on the floor with her hands tied with wire above her head and she has attached them to a pole. Eliza is straddling her hips and waving her knife around with an evil smirk on her face.

  “So, you thought it was a good idea to give someone information about me, you little bitch? Do you know what I do to people that betray me or think they can fuck with me?” she asks, close to her face.

  “Fuck you,” she says and then she spits in Eliza’s face. I laugh under my breath, because that was probably the stupidest thing she could’ve done.

  Eliza wipes the spit off with the back of her hand, and looks down at her. She takes the knife and brings it to her neck. Then trails it slowly down to the dip in her ch
est just above where her shirt sits. She looks up to a now breathing heavy Naoko and leans down and kisses her on the lips, then she slowly sits back up and cuts her top open. I feel the anger build up in me, I can’t stand her mouth on something that’s not me. I go to walk toward her and she holds the knife backwards pointing it at me, but she doesn’t look my way.

  “Fuck off, Stefanos,” she says, not letting the knife drop from pointing my way.

  “If you do that again, Princess, I’ll drag your fucking ass out of here and I’ll finish the job,” I say as I lean down close to her. She huffs and brings the knife back to Naoko’s now exposed breast and traces her nipples with the knife. Something like this should turn me on. Fuck, my woman is playing with another woman’s tits, but it doesn’t. It makes me fucking insanely mad to see her touch someone else. I have to take a few steps back, look away and control my breathing before I haul her ass out of here.

  I don’t watch for a few minutes, while I try to get myself under control. I can hear Naoko apologizing over and over again. Eliza just laughs at her. I hear a scream and that’s when I turn around to see what she’s doing. She has cut her above her breast, and is still teasing her with more. Eliza stands up and looks down at her and then moves to untie her hands. I watch as she does and once Naoko is free she stands with nothing to cover her top half.

  “Strip,” Eliza orders.

  Naoko looks at her then over to me. That pisses her off even more and she brings the blade to her cheek and repeats the order. Naoko listens and removes the rest of her clothes and stands there naked as the day she was born.

  “I’m in a nice mood today, but I’m warning you, Naoko, if you betray me again, don’t think next time I will be any easier, because it won’t. You are free to go.”